"Yep. And you're not gonna like it." Sasan might not have gotten up but at that line, Jim didn't have a choice. He tugged down on his shirt (something he always did when standing as if to get the lines in his clothing in a straight line) and then stepped around Sasan's legs. "It's coming from something in cold storage."

Jim arched an eyebrow. "That's not possible," he said immediately. "Cold storage is cold for a reason."

"And we work for a time agency," the agent said. "Being on lockdown might have been a mistake. We can't get into cold storage now. It's locked us out of the archive. Evidently it used the website your friend over there made to collect information it needed. It would fish for information and when it was denied... It looks like it extrapolated that the denials were actually agreements. Clever coding."

Shit. Jack was immediately on the defensive. "Did you tell Harkness?"

The technician smiled strangely and lifted a pen towards the pair. Jim knew it to be a laser screwdriver. "Yep. He'll be out for about an hour. Stand up and come with me now."