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Description: CHAPTER NINE: "I can tell it was a paralytic, hospital grade, but beyond that I've got nothing." Suddenly, an excited squeal from the other side of the room burst out. They all turned to see perky, young woman seated in front of a row of computers. The woman spoke up fast, still in an excited manor. "Nick! Nick! I've got something!" Nick turned to Miley as he walked over to her. "Special Agent Cyrus, meet our technical analyst and data specialist, Demi Lovato. Demi, meet our FBI liaison, Miley Cyrus." Demi grinned towards her. "Oh! Hi! You're really pretty." Nick tried to ignore her last part and cleared his throat. "Um, Now then, what did you find?" Demi pointed to one of her monitors, where several complex images were overlaid for comparison. "We ran ammonium acetate and cross-acid absorption tests and found impurities in the quartz!" Miley's eyebrows furrowed together. "Um... What? I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you just said." "That makes two of us!" Nick chirped in. "Oh, Sorry. What I meant to say was that I ran a chemical analysis on the plaster in the masks and found trace iron impurities in the quartz." Nick raised an eyebrow, confused. "Uh... Okay. So?" Demi laughed, enjoying that she was out-smarting them. "So this particular composition indicates that the plaster was imported from Southern Europe. Tuscany, if I'm not mistaken." Demi's fingers danced across the keyboard at incredible speed. Images flashed on the monitor faster than Miley and Nick could keep ...
