I... passed?!

[Lorne Hazlewood]

Lorne walked down the halls mumbling about his grades. He'd just got an angry phone call from his parents. It took an hour just to straighten that out and now he was late for class. As he walked by the teachers office on his way to class he heard some one yelling on the other side. The sound was muffled but he stopped and put his ear up against the door to hear better.

"What do you mean they reset themselves?!?"

"I mean they reset themselves, something in the system set them back to A's and F's."

"Do you have any idea how many phone calls I've received about this? There's a list of angry voice mails waiting for me every time I go back to my office. This has got to be fixed."

"Now calm down, don't shoot the messenger. I'm working on it, but every time I update the grades back to the correct values from the backups they just end up getting set back. This has to be malicious. This isn't a bug."

"Well then reset all of the passwords!"

"I've done that already but, it's like the grades are being reset at the database level maybe even the system level. None of the logs indicate some one logging in. Whoever is doing this is able to do so no matter what user, system or whatever passwords I change. I've added about ten extra layers of security and they still waltz through like it's nothing. We have firewalls stacked on firewalls here and nothing's working."

"I'm sorry, Jeff. I know you're doing your best. I spoke with the board and you have the permission to do whatever it takes. Pull in extra help or resources if you need to."

Lorne heard footsteps heading toward the door and quickly ran off to tell every single student he met what he had heard.

[Arthur Rawlings]

"Ms. Wilson?" Arthur Rawlings cracked the door to the counselor's office open and poked his head around. "Got a sec?"

"Come in, Arthur. Have a seat. What can I do for you?" She smiled pleasantly up from her computer screen and adjusted the cardigan on her shoulders while he hesitantly slipped into one of the chairs across from her at the desk.

"You..." he trailed off, then tried again. "If I tell you something, you have to keep it a secret, right? No one else will ever know?"

"There are a few things I have to report, like if you're in danger, but for the most part, yeah. What happens in the guidance office stays in the guidance office."

"What if I tell you someone else is in trouble? Do you have to say who told you?"

"Arthur, what's wrong?"

"Just... Ok." He took a deep breath and spit it out in a rush, "You know Kelly Gardner? The green one? She just ran into the girl's bathroom. Really upset. And there was this weird green cloud around her? Looked like she needed some, you know, help."

Ms. Wilson was on her feet, gas mask in hand, and heading for the door before he finished. "You have to promise not to tell anyone I told you!" he called after her, nerves quavering in his voice. "I've got a rep to protect."

The second the door closed, he was out of the chair and sliding around the desk to her computer. He smirked as he opened up her browser and dug through the saved passwords. He thought about loading in a little keylogger while he was there, but it wouldn't even take her a minute to get to the empty bathroom and back.

He wasn't technically supposed to know that Kelly's skin could produce a toxic gas; it was well controlled with a combination of training and medicated lotions. But that was exactly why he needed one of the new passwords. Well, that and downloading all the messed up grades for Tosh to (hopefully) decipher with her mad Binary skills.

Ar slid his sunglasses on as he ventured out into the hall eyes aglow, already logged into the system as Ms. Wilson. It was going to be a long day of copying and pasting.