Just like she thought, Aldana and the others hadn't arrived at her house when she parked on the driveway. Connor was in the living room, sprawled on the couch with his computer, and he was a little surprised to see her come in alone.

"Hey, Mom, did you lose the gang along the way?"

"I just gutted them, nothing important. Where are you?"

Connor glanced around. She scoffed; he smirked. They both enjoyed those humorous flashes.

"Keeping an eye on that BEB group while isolating the faces from the pictures you sent and the security footage."

"Any new posts?"

"Nothing good. Here, look."

Connor followed her to the kitchen and rested the computer on the breakfast bar. Gillian leaned toward it and frowned. Ten minutes earlier, a member had uploaded a picture of Cook talking to the press. The post read, 'don't give up'. It already had over forty likes and comments along the line with 'you can do it', 'go get'em', 'we're with you'. Gillian called Fred.

"Hey, Reg," he said. He trusted his eyes more than the scanners, so he was strolling along the edge of the roof, an infra-green scope to his face.

"Fred, make sure the uniforms stay sharp, 'cause I think they're gonna try again tonight. They have all their online friends cheering for them."

"Okay, don't worry."

Connor spotted the box his mother had brought from the car. It was wrapped in a sober black paper, and he tried to peep at what was inside without ripping the paper. Gillian smacked his hand, scowling at him as she asked Fred, "Who's coming next?"

"Ron. I'm up until midnight."

"Call me if anything happens, no matter the time."

"You got it."

Connor was now sniffing the box. Gillian shot a death glare at him as she disconnected. But it was her son. He'd been facing her death glares all of his life—and getting away with it. Gillian pushed the computer to him softly.

"You. Find me some information," she said, trying to sound harsh and failing. She placed the box at the furthest end of the bar, ignoring Connor's wannabe death glare. "I wanna know in which hotel one Declan Brockner is staying."

Connor started typing and halted to look up at her. "Declan Brockner? Like the one from those manuals on the shelf?"

Gillian nodded and her chin pointed at the computer.

"Alright," muttered Connor, typing again, and he soon frowned. "I thought he was some kinda rockstar in the FBI, but he's staying here." He turned around the computer to show her the screen.

"Is that his hotel reservation?"

"Yep. Are you gonna stalk him for an autograph?"

"I've already met'im," she said, reading the booking information.

"Really? Cool! And how's he?"

"A bitter know-it-all with a stick shoved up his—leaving tomorrow?"

"Yeah, standard check-out time at ten. Bummer, him turning out to be like that."

"Not at all. I wasn't expecting a red nose and funny balloons, either. And he does know it all in his field. He's frigging awesome." She looked up to find Connor staring at her from narrowed eyes. "What."

"Where's my mother and what have you done to her?"

The doorbell rang and Gillian chuckled, nodding to the front door. "Go get it, tiger." She waited for Connor to go to the door and hurried to close the window with Brock's lodging information.

Kurt's voice thundered across the whole house as they came in with their computers, dinner and a good stash of sodas and beers.

Soon the family room was a mess of Chinese takeout, computers, glasses and printed photographs. Gillian cleared paintings and framed pictures from a wall. She and Aldana taped up the prints there and wrote on them, as they started identifying the students that had lingered outside the school after the evacuation.

While Kurt worked with them on the school's records for names and faces, Connor tried to find out which members of the BEB attended Boston Best. Tanya was digging deeper into their records and grades. She was checking who among those students was good at chemistry, enough to follow the instructions that could be found online, and put together an incendiary device without setting their house on fire in the process.

Soon they narrowed it down to thirty students, and Connor finally got all the information he needed. They found out that five of those thirty were listed as members of BEB

"Send us the info," said Gillian, yanking their pictures from the wall.

"You guys clean up this mess," Aldana said, following Gillian out.

"Hey! Not fair!" the other three cried, but they were already gone.