Okay, this is the part of part 5.
" Nick looked at the half-dozen open screens in front of him. His audio recording software was monitoring Johnathan and Robin’s comm frequencies while they played secret agents in New York. Using the other agents information about other heists Robin supposedly committed, Nick had written another program to analyze the footage for signs of Robin or her doppelgänger. There was nothing for him to do now but wait.
He logged into his online roleplaying game, Conquest of Angels, deciding to kill some time. A green icon blinked on. Nick smiled. Artemis was online.
An avatar of a Viking shieldmaiden appeared on the screen. The maiden’s wooden shield was marked with a cat’s paw print and the horns on her helmet sparkled like diamonds.
“Hey Kaylee,” said Nick, referring to her real-life name. “New helmet?”
“Of course.” Her avatar did a twirl. “I’m not a level 85 shieldmaiden for nothing. How are you doing, Nick? You’ve been MIA for a couple weeks now.”
“Whatever,” he chuckled. Nick hadn’t had much time to play over the last few weeks. He had been helping Jamie catalogue a massive shipment of artifacts sent by the team in the Middle East. “It’s not like we haven’t been IM’ing or anything.”
“You know what I mean,” said Kaylee, through his headset. “It’s not the same. I like actually talking with you while we bust up a goblin hoard.” He chuckled. He liked talking with Kaylee too. They had been friends for years. She knew all about his dad, Penelope, and the string of jobs he’d taken to support his gran and Auntie Florida. “How’s the new job been? Is it still as boring as it sounds?”
“Wow,” he laughed. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you call IT boring.”
“You’re doing IT for a friggin’ museum, Nicky,” Kaylee insisted. “What do you do all day? Teach old people how to Google?” There was a crash behind her. Nick could hear people shouting the background.
“Kaylee…”
“Hold on, Nick. I’m gonna…”
Kaylee took over her oversized-gaming headphones and padded down the hall to the main living area. She could hear her parents talking to each other in rapid Mandarin. Through their teary voices, Kaylee only caught a few words: no money; lose the store; what are we going to do?
“Mama, Baba,” said Kaylee. “What’s going on?”
Her father turned and looked at her. The side of his face was red. Tears welled up in her normally stoic father’s eyes. “Kaylee, go back to your room.”
“No Kaylee,” said a man. He wore a dark suit that made his dark eyes appear like twin pools of ink. “Stay. I’m sure your parents would want you to know that they took out a loan they can’t repay.” The man looked back at her parents. “You have one week, Mr. and Mrs. Song, and then your store in mine.”
“Kaylee!” The other end of the line was silent. Nick pounded on the keyboard, tracking her IP address. “Kaylee! What’s going on?”
A few minutes later, Nick heard her whisper. “Nick?”
“Oh my gosh, Kaylee. What happened? What’s going on?”
Kaylee sniffed. “They’re going to lose the store. It’s all they have.”
“What’s all they have?” Nick’s voice softened. Kaylee took a steadying breath. “Kaylee, girl, please talk to me. Maybe I can help you out.” "