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I buckled down with our cover reading. I had trouble concentrating at first, but I managed. First, I didn't want to look stupid compared to Will, and second, I wasn't willing to fail at this mission. After an hour of reading at my desk, I moved over to the bed and stretched out to start memorizing.
    “Hey,” Nic said from my doorway. “I need to go out and take care of some things. I probably won't be back until after midnight.”
    “Okay. Good luck. Are you driving somebody tonight?”
    “Not until tomorrow. I'll be meeting with one of the regular drivers for some coaching. I'll probably see you in the morning.”
    “Okay. Bye Nic.”
    “Work hard, Amanda. The better you are with the story, the less danger you'll be in.”
    “Got it,” I said and saluted him.
    I had managed to focus again and had torn through about twenty pages, memorizing and then closing my eyes to test myself. That's when the music started. Although music may be too complimentary for the noise that started shaking the walls and vibrating the floor. The neighbors were making their presence known.
    The heavy bass reverberated right through my bed but the distorted melody was impossible to make out. I scooted out of bed and searched the drawers of the desk for some noise canceling headphones. I thought GASI would have prepared for anything and everything. Unfortunately, they were only partially prepared. The ear buds I found in the bottom desk drawer wouldn't help drown out that bass.
    “Hey,” Will said from the same spot Nic had chosen earlier. He nodded to the wall behind me. “Kind of loud, huh?”
    “Yeah. They must be having a party or something.”
    He nodded and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. My heart thumped at the sight. The whole slightly sheepish, casual thing worked so well for him.
    “Actually, I think they're playing Aliens NYC or Seal Team 139.”  He cocked his head for a moment. “Yep. It's Seal Team 139. I recognize the soundtrack.”
    “You do?” I strained to hear anything recognizable.
    “Yeah, it's Sail.”
    “Sail? By AwolNation?” I loved that song. “How can you possibly tell?”
    “Hear the extra static sound? Plus, it's the second song on Seal Team 139 on level 14.”
    “So you can identify songs through the walls and you've memorized the order they play on the game?” Seriously. He must have finished learning our full cover story an hour ago.
    “Don't be impressed. Level 14 takes a while to beat. I heard this over and over for what seemed like days.”  
    “Good. I was starting to feel inadequate.”  Geez. Why had I told him that?
    Will gave me a crooked smile. “At least you've done this before. This is my first mission. I'm in there trying to learn all this stuff, and I'm starting to wonder if it will turn out like art class.”
    “There's no way that is going to happen. We'd have to screw up epically for it to be that bad.”
    “True,” he said. He walked into my room and sat, facing me and straddling the desk chair. “Art is our greatest weakness.”
    We'd bonded for the first time in art class when I was spying on him. He wasn't exactly an artist. Neither was I. “What did you get in that class?”
    “A-minus.”
    “Wow.” I tried to hide my surprise. “You, um, must have been most improved.”
    He grinned. “I did the computer project and got extra credit volunteering to help elementary school kids with their art projects at the Boys and Girls club.”
    Now that made a lot more sense. “I'm glad you found a way to save your GPA.”  I shook my head. “Who knows what I would have ended up with if I'd stayed in the class.”
    “You would have gotten an A.”
    “Awww. Aren't you sweet.”
    “She allowed credit for up to ten afternoons at the Boys and Girls club.”
    “How many do you think I'd need for an A?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
    “Ten,” he said, his eyes glued to mine. “Definitely all ten.”
    Narrowing my eyes, I asked, “And how