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Ok, this weekend? Was insane. Gwen and I, for the past couple of weeks, have been just going crazy trying to get in touch with this guy that was supposed to be able to help her with her chip. We were calling and going up there and bugging his secretary--lots of stuff. He never answered us, or even bothered to acknowledge our existence, really. Gwen finally got pissed off and decided to use her knowledge and, um, special talents to figure out a way to get what we wanted. For me, what I wanted was just to meet with the guy and get him interested in the center, but I wasn't opposed to helping Gwen out. I know she's got it pretty rough with the whole "Can't touch anyone" thing going on. It's gotta be hard on her. So, I told her as long as we didnt' do anything TOO horrible, I was in.
She came up with all these crazy ideas, and we finally decided on one which involved essentially breaking into this guys house at night, finding either a chip or the plans for her chip, and leaving. Things were going pretty well--we'd managed to get past pretty much all the security and everything, but then somehow, we tripped an alarm and all these gaurds came at us. Gwen fought a lot of them off, but I wasn't really helpful in the hand-to-hand combat and got knocked out kind of quickly. When I woke up, Gwen and I were in a little cell waiting for...well...whatever people in little cell's wait for. Gwen was amazingly calm during all of it--she was so calm, it calmed me down. And with nothing to do in the cell but talk....we did. A lot. About her past and mine. I think I shocked the hell out of her with some of the stuff I've done. She couldn't seem to understand how I got to be who I am now, from who I was. She seemed kind of..in awe, I guess. Then she got quiet and thoughtful....and then some guy came and got us and brought us to see the man we were TRYING to see all along.
Once we got into his office and started talking to him, he was actually somewhat reasonable. I told him that we'd been trying to get an appointment with him for a couple of weeks now, and that no one was at all helpful. I explained our situation was somewhat dire and we resorted to breaking and entering as the only solution. I did most of the talking, because Gwen told me she'd be likely to fly off the handle at him...or, well...."kick his ass all over L.A." as she put it. He was pretty lenient and told us that he didn't have any of the chips remaining because someone had stolen the prototype. He did, however, still have the plans for the chip. We struck a deal, and he promised to have another chip made if his coporation could be associated, in a positive light, with my teen center. He said they needed some "good press" and that everything written about them lately had been really awful. So...for the next few months, his corporation and the teen center will be working together on various projects. It'll be minimal work for him, but maximal exposure. He is, however, donating some supplies and furniture to us. I've got to get all of our old stuff out by Wednesday so that his people can move the new stuff in.
It was a crazy weekend. Really nuts. But...everything kind of worked out for the best, I think. Gwen still has a ways to go here at the center, and she has a long while to wait before she can get that chip...but, it'll happen, I think. I hope.
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