*bad boys bad boys whatcha gonna do~ plays distantly in the background*

[sciencesaggressively]

It had started out innocently enough, just a casual conversation with Kate on the topic of the envelope mystery. It's when she'd brought up the idea of getting ahold of the security footage that they'd both stared at each other, clearly coming to the silent agreement that they need to get ahold of the security footage. It doesn't take long for both of them to get changed--all black, of course, because that's what the movies always say is best--and rendezvous at the train station at 1800 hours during a convenient switching of the shifts at the information booth.

Newt tries to look cool, leaning against the wall nearest the empty booth as a few people pass him by--and he finds it kind of weird that they seem to be noticing him more than usual, or maybe he's just being paranoid. The door to the security room is just around the corner and the station is emptying out, so it's pretty much now or never. Well, never until the next shift change, whatever. He peers around the corner, failing to notice Kate coming up behind him, so when she taps him on the shoulder he can't stop the yelp that escapes from his throat, and he really wishes he'd bought that ski mask he'd seen at the store because his cheeks are awfully red right now.

"I thought you were the fuzz," he says even as his eyes crinkle from a wide smile and he leans over for a kiss. "I think we're in good shape to do this, you ready?"

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[sciencesaggressively]

"Think the train station will give us one? We should march back over there and see." He sighs, feeling a little frustrated that all the effort they'd put into getting this damn tape had amounted to no new information. "Okay, well, we know that something was moved in that security room, which is suspsicious as hell." Almost like someone had known they were coming, but Newt pushes that thought aside because he refuses to become that guy, the one who's paranoid to even say anything out loud. "And seems to me that this tape's been erased. So what's on it that somebody doesn't want us to see?"

He's convinced that however the envelopes get to the station must have been shown on that tape, he doesn't care if it sounds like he's reaching. But the only proof they could have hoped for is a bust, so he groans, falling back on the couch. "This town is fucking weird."

[everyonetakes]

"I don't know," she says, watching the tape for a moment longer before it reaches the end and just stops. There's nothing else, no matter what else she wants, it's just a blank tape and she huffs out a long sigh before she sinks down on the couch as well and leans forward, her elbows on her knees.

"Yeah, this place is really fucking weird," she agrees. "And what's weirder is that I'm not sure if I'm actually disappointed that there's nothing on the tape." They've been working together on this and she knows he's doing his own thing, too, but she realizes that she doesn't actually want to go anywhere and she doesn't want Newt to go anywhere either, which is probably super selfish of her and probably not the sort of thing she's supposed to say this early on in a... dating thing. So she's not entirely disappointed that they haven't found some clue toward figuring out how to leave Darrow, but at the same time, she still wishes they would have found something. It's confusing and it's complicated and she frowns deeply.

"This is a pain in the ass," she says, leaning back on the couch and looking over at Newt.