How'd You Pin That One On Me

"Hey, you're not Joesph Szabo. Take the photo," I hissed. I was posing uncomfortably, hoping not to draw attention to myself. I heard the click, click and knew we had finished this part of the task. I grabbed my sister, and we hurried to see the photos. Priscilla giggled and showed me the images; taken in rapid succession, we could just make out the man in the background typing in a key code. We waited until dark and attempted to use the code. With another click, click we were in. The room was illuminated only by the moon, so I crept using muscle memory. We made it to the second door, unlocked and slithered in. Finally, we made it to Professor Pollard's desk. I looked over at Priscilla, and she nodded. I looked until I found my essay; if you looked closely enough, you would see it was gibberish. We stole that essay and replaced it with the completed one. Snickering, Priscilla pulled out several reports and threw them in the trash. Bending the rules was her specialty. We left everything as we found it and left the building. Priscilla handed me a cigarette, and we went to the bar.