The Black Sun crest pops up again, the same desk is shown but this time there are no building blocks. Instead Tara Tylger is sat there with the control box open and several wires laid across the desk. A frustrated expression on her face as she places back another component. Looking up she spots the recording light and chuckles.

"Yes, don't let a 10 year old loose in your office for more than 10 minutes. Sorry about that."

She smiles and winks then looks down at the open panel again just as it emits a flash of light then erupts in smoke.

"Oh Shi..."

The screen tumbles into static before your placed back into the normal run of GNS programs.