Hardison looked around at his staff, still dressed in hot dog costumes and grinning. Thought about the weird voice that had declared itself the emperor of...something. Remembered the towers and the weird Febreeze smell outside and the tear in reality that had sucked up the two people he loved best in the world.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can say I'm on board this ship." And in any other circumstance, he'd be thrilled. WAY TO FUCK UP EVERYTHING, ZINYAK. "You need help hackin'? Girl you came to exactly the right brother to help you out with that. Tell me what you need."