Alas, we must wait to learn of her answer -- hint: it's a yes -- in favor of joining Richard Roman himself as he strides through his headquarters' lobby. He chats briefly with a Leviathanically-enhanced underling who's been stationed at The Chicago Executive Airport in anticipation of that mysterious package's arrival, after which Mr. Roman...
...pops upstairs to scare the living crap out of Adorkably Quirky Super-Hacker™ Felicia Day®. DUN! Also: this evening's second CHOMP!-less commercial break and have they spaced the breaks incredibly far apart this evening for some bizarre reason or am I actually losing my mind?
No, you don't have to answer that one, either.
Airport. Richard Roman's Leviathanically-enhanced underling arrives at the appropriate hangar just in time to ram smack into a stumpy little bow-legged baggage handler. Hmmm. The Leviathanically-enhanced underling mutters something menacing, then proceeds to retrieve Richard Roman's mysterious package from the pilots of the private jet that flew the thing in, after which he retires to a black SUV to drive back to headquarters.
Over in another section of the airport's parking lot, Our Idiot Morons hover over the open trunk of this week's crapped-out piece of automotive trash, with Dimwit Sammy asking of The One Who Is Dead To Me, "Now what?"
Headquarters. Richard Roman enters his office with his Leviathanically-enhanced underling, the latter of whom opens his boss's mysterious package in which they find an economy-sized bottle of borax-laced detergent wired to a time-delayed bomb. D'OH! "Now who could have done that?" Roman mildly wonders just as the thing goes off.
Jump down to the fourth floor, where the just-appearing card at the bottom of the screen informs us we've arrived "Two Hours Earlier," and are these fucking time jumps really that necessary to the hideously boring story they're trying to tell tonight? And no, I'm not expecting an answer for that one, either. Christ on a STICK. ANY-way, Adorkably Quirky Super-Hacker™ Felicia Day® is back at her atrociously-adorned desk, listening as The Idiot Moron Who Is Now Dead To Me announces he has one more favor to ask of her, and what does he ask for? "More time." Adorkably Quirky Super-Hacker™ Felicia Day® immediately sends a false e-mail from the travel department informing Richard Roman that the expected flight will be arriving thirty minutes late thanks to some inclement weather and, after she promises to finish wiping Probably-Dead Frank's entirely unnecessary hard drive, we head back to...