The door swings open, and you instinctively run for cover.
Click. Click. Click.
Even in your current state, you recognize that sound anywhere. It's the familiar click of that awful Ms. Seitzman's pumps against the cold, hard floor. She once threw you out of class for chewing gum, which may have made sense if it were elementary school, but this is college. She made it a point to embarrass you in front of class, and would surely do something just as embarrassing if she catches you now. You easily conclude your best bet is to lay low and observe.
She walks over to Professor Montana's computer, placing her purse down on the desk. From your vantage point, you can see her sit down in front of the computer and proceed to log in, but something seems strange about the way she's acting. She's looking left and right as if she's paranoid about something. Interesting. And how does she know Professor Montana's login credentials. Now, this *is* interesting! Surely she must be up to no good... but what?
You carefully watch her reach into her purse and pull out a cell phone, make a few clicks on the screen, opening up dialog boxes as she presses what seems to be a speed dial button.
"It's me," she says in that unmistakably shrill voice, "It's installed. All her research will be wiped..." she says, folding the phone back up and dropping it into her purse.
Just then you remember the cell phone holstered on your belt. It's one of those camera phones, and it would be the perfect opportunity to document this.
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