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They planned the break in for Friday night since even the teachers would have wanted to go home as soon as they could to enjoy what little they could of the weekend. It had been pretty cloudy all day, but the weather station wasn’t predicting any rain.
They should have known better.
Fate did so enjoy making fun of weathermen.
That is why it started raining as soon as Sam and Tucker left Sam’s house. And of course it was only sprinkling at first. It should have been fine. But no! They were only halfway to the school when it started pouring.
“If I get sick because of this, I’ll make sure to infect you.” Tucker grumbled.
Sam rolled her eyes. “Fine. Just stop complaining and get a move on. The sooner we get to the school the sooner we can get inside.”
“Because breaking in and looking for a ghost’s records is any better.” Tucker grumbled under his breath.
Sam ignored him.
By the time they made it to the school they were completely soaked.
“Come on.” Sam said, leading them around the side of the school to the gym entrance, since that door didn’t have any cameras. She pulled out her lock picks as Tucker held the flashlight.
She was done in under a minute.
“Good thing the school doesn’t care about updating any of their equipment.” she muttered as they slipped inside. Sam led them along the corridors that didn’t have cameras until they got near the office. “Your turn.” she muttered.
“You’ll have to give me a lift.” he said, pointing toward the camera that was aimed at the office door.
They crept along the corridor backs pressed to the wall until they were under the camera. Sam linked her fingers and held them at knee level. Tucker placed his foot in them and grunted as he pushed himself up, trying to keep close to the wall. He worked quickly, inserting his tools into the camera’s base and fiddling with the wires until the camera shut down.
“There.” he whispered and barely got down in time before Sam opened her hands. He scowled at her, and she smirked back. He sighed. “When we get in, we’re going to have to make it seem like a glitch.”
She nodded before using her lock picks on the office door, and then used them again on the records room inside.
They both groaned simultaneously as they saw the several filing cabinets and the files left sitting haphazardly stacked on top of them and on the floor.
“Well, this might take longer than we thought.” Sam said.
“You think?” Tucker explained.
Sam rolled her eyes. “Let’s just get to work. The faster we finish the faster we can get back home. We’re looking for the name Fenton.”
“I know.” Tucker said, and Sam could tell without looking that he was rolling his eyes again.
They stopped talking then, each taking a filing cabinet to start searching through. It was of course, in no kind of order as far as Sam could tell.
She thought they’d been searching for about half an hour when she felt a chill. She shivered, frowning. The room felt colder.
“Did the AC turn on?” Tucker asked.
“I don’t think so.”
There was a pause. “Do you think we should…” Tucker started.
“Should what?” Sam said even though she knew what he probably wanted.
“Get out of here.” He scowled at her.
“Let’s just keep looking for another fifteen minutes. It’s probably just a draft. We both know how old this school is.”
“Fine. But if I die…”
“You’ll haunt me. I know.” Sam rolled her eyes. She was about to reach for the next file in the drawer she was going through when the drawer slammed shut, almost taking her fingers with it. She inhaled sharply.
She heard another drawer slam, and Tucker yelped.
“Sam?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
She gulped. “Okay. We can go now." She turned toward the door, but before she could take a step toward it a filing cabinet tipped over with a crash blocking the door.
Tucker cursed, and she reached for him. He latched onto her hand, his grip tight.
Sam clenched her other hand into a fist and took a deep breath. “We’re trying to help.” She called into the room, hoping Phantom would hear her. And believe her, god she hoped he believed her.
There was silence for a moment, then a filing cabinet rattled and a drawer opened.
Sam inhaled sharply, and she heard Tucker whimper, but she walked toward the drawer pulling Tucker behind her. She looked quickly through the files and found one labeled Fenton, Daniel .
This was it. She glanced at Tucker who was staring at her wide eyed. She only then noticed that they were both shivering and their breath was fogging in the air.
“Let’s go.” she whispered to Tucker. Then, turning to look into the room she called out, “Thank you.”
Filing cabinets rattled and when she turned back to the door, she saw that the filing cabinet that had fallen was back to its original position
She inhaled through her nose. She would not panic. She would not.
“Come on.” she said to Tucker and pulled him through the door.
Quickly they messed with the security footage to make it seem like all the cameras had gone out earlier in the night due to some kind of power failure. It took longer than it normally would have because Tucker's fingers were trembling. But finally they were leaving the school. It didn’t even matter anymore that it was storming outside.
They ran back to Sam’s house, the file secure in her backpack.