Episode Report Card Erin: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT One Potato, Two Potato, Three Potato, Four
By Erin | Season 2 | Episode 5 | Aired on 11.02.2002
Right, so, Spy Daddy's online and he copies Syd. She proceeds to pull an alarming array of hardware out of her charming seventies-styled suede jacket. She plugs something into the big old computer mainframe and tells the CIA to stand by for the IP address. She presses a couple of buttons and boom, she has the IP addy. She gives it to the CIA and informs them that she's opened port 47. Whatever THAT means. Spy Daddy tells her good work, and then instructs her to give the false IP addy to Dixon. I don't know about you, but the idea of my father telling me to do ANYTHING pretty much just used to set me off, so having my dad as my Ops Leader would probably not be the best idea. Wonder how Syd feels about it. "See ya at home," finishes Spy Daddy as Vaughn, who's listening in, glares at him.
Syd leaves the CIA behind and clues Dixon in on the IP addy. Dix is all, nice work, girlfriend; now just go get some pictures of the next-gen weapons, and we're outta here. The viewing room is around the corner to your left. Syd packs up her gear and heads out. Dix tells her she's clear to exit. She exits and sneaks a peek down the hall she's supposed to head down. She wisely pulls out her lip gloss camera gun and plants a camera in the corner of the hallway she's supposed to go down, giving Dixon a bird's-eye view. He gives her the go-ahead, and she moves to the door she's supposed to enter. Locked. Again, not a problem for Ms. Make With The Lock-Picking Kit. Unfortunately, a couple of guards are arriving on the premises, as Dixon informs Spy Barbie.
She pulls back against an IKEA blue wall and whips out the thinnest cattle prod in history. She doesn't need to put it to use, however, because just as the guards pass, a white-coat-clad scientist exits through the door she's trying to enter, covering her and coincidentally allowing her easy access to the rooms beyond. She enters what appears to be an alarmingly empty room (I mean, really -- considering how hot-to-the-touch these next-gen weapons are, you'd think they'd have, like, more than ONE person keeping an eye on them, but WHATEVER) and whips out her little spy camera. She lifts it to her eye as she approaches the observation window, only to bring it down when she realizes just what kind of "weapons" Triad is developing.
In a sparsely decorated makeshift classroom, approximately twenty children, ranging in age from six to maybe ten, are sitting at desks, upon which sit identical yellow boxes. At the sound of a whistle, the children remove the lids to the boxes. Sydney watches with an expression resembling recognition and horror as the children, blindfolded, proceed to put together parts that, when assembled, make guns. Syd gets it together enough to take some pictures, including some of the teacher who's leading the class. As the children complete their assignments and wave the guns in the air, Syd looks completely flabbergasted.
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