Cailin failed to stop the file from opening.
The whole inspection came to a screeching halt as a tune blared out of Earl's phone.
"Look at that booty! Show me the booty! Gimme the booty, I want the booty! Back up the-"
Earl grabbed the phone completely flustered and tapped the screen.
"Ring tone." he awkwardly chuckled. "Yello?"
Pamella scowled angrily at the 'guard' standing before her.
"Yeah, this is a bad time, soooo...." Earl said with a heavy sweat. "Bye."
"Phones are to be turned off during inspections." Pamella said as she snatched the phone and stuffed it in her back pocket.
Earl swallowed hard, whispering, "What're we gonna dooooo?"
"Do not worry, I have a solution." Cailin robotically said.
Inside Pamella's pocket, Earl's phone dripped out a small strand of ooze, barely visible to the naked eye.
It slipped from her pocket and began to slither into Pamella's, absorbing data directly from it.
"Two percent?! Hurry uuuuup!" Cailin quietly said.
The bar filled up ever so slowly, the tension rising as Pamella reached the other end of the hall.
"Alright, inspection's over! Fall out!" the elite guard commanded.
Cailin panicked as the room cleared out (except for Earl) and Pamella reached for her phone.