The next morning Team Lyle was in their office listening to the instructions of the first task. 

"Good morning, interns. Today marks the first of several challenges through which your team will show their merits. While internally dogfooding a new product, a number of Googlers reported a bug that disabled their audio. All two million lines of that code are in the source files. Your job: find the bug."  The video said before closing out, and they got to work. 

"Okay, we should check the user reports." Neha spoke up first. 

"Scan the logs for any red flags." Yo-Yo added. 

"See what exceptions were thrown." Stuart added in, as they all got to the glass, and grabbed dry erase markers. 

"I always start by drawing up strategies to sift through the code." Lyle input. 

Emily sighed and put her ear buds in to listen to music, knowing she wouldn't get work done with them talking. She found a spot between Stuart and Lyle, quickly getting to work. 

As she worked Stuart kept bumping over her, and writing over her work. She rolled her eyes, and after the fifth time he did it she grabbed and eraser and started erasing his crap, and he glared at her, and she glared back. 

"What the hell was that for?" He asked her, ripping out one of her ear buds. 

"Look at my work. What do you see?" She asked, pointing to it, and they all looked at it. 

"Sloppiness?" Stuart said, shrugging. 

"No, what you see is my elegant work being trampled by your crappy hand writing." She said, glaring at him, turning back to erase it and start over as she put her ear buds back in, only to hear yelling a moment later. 

"Would you please stop!" Yo-Yo yelled and she turned to them, taking out her ear buds again, as everyone else turned too. 

"No, we're working." Nick told the younger one of the two. 

"No, we're working." Yo-Yo corrected him. 

"Yeah, and that's a sharpie, by the way, genius." Stuart told Billy, who turned to look where he'd been writing at. 

"That's my fault." Billy said, licking his fingers and trying to wipe it off. But because it was a sharpie, it didn't budge. "Go ahead and wash that..." 

"Look, guys, I'm sorry, but you're not helping." Neha said, walking over to the two older men, who clearly had no idea what they were doing. "You're saying a lot of words really fast that mean nothing. To find the bug, we need to scan the user logs and review the code until we find the programmer's mistake. It's the only way." Neha explained as everyone else nodded along, sitting around, while Emily kept going at it on the board, not letting the talking behind her distract her from doing what needed to be done. 

"Except what if it's not the only way?" Billy asked them and Emily hesitated for a second before continuing on her writing as she spoke up. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Emily asked the man. 

"Go." Nick told Billy, who started talking a lot again. 

"Okay, you said that someone programmed it. That means some person in this building wrote that code." 

"A human being." Nick hyped him up. 

"Let's just give him a name and call him Tony." 

"Tony." Nick echoed. 

"Let's say Tony likes kayaking. All of a sudden, me and Nick become friends with Tony; we're throwing a few beers back. We're doing a little kayaking with my main man, Tony. Tony's bombed on the open water. Next thing you know, we start gabbing about audio bugs!" 

"Actually, I think it's a great idea." Stuart put in, and Emily whipped around to look at him like he was crazy. He winked up at her and she then knew he was being sarcastic, and rolled her eyes, going back to the board. 

"Good, great!" Billy said happily. 

"Finally!" Nick said, just as happy. 

"Dark and stormy feeling us." Billy said happily. 

"Dark and stormy." Emily snickered, and Stuart reached over to her and pinched her hip, causing her to squeal slightly and move away from his grasp. 

Turning back to the two men and pushing aside the fact that he had just been called 'dark and stormy', Stuart decided to keep up the act. "Yeah, no, feeling you big-time, buddy." 

"Terrific!" 

"You know what, in fact, why don't the two of you guys right now go and find the programmer?" Stuart told the two men who looked ecstatic to help. 

"Great! Great idea! Yo-Yo, who's our man?" Nick said, nodding. 

"His name is Charles Xavier." Yo-Yo lied and Emily had to choke back a snicker, bending down to continue writing. 

"Charles Xavier." Nick repeated, nodding his head. 

"Perfect, Nick, write this down." Billy told him, and Emily glanced over to see that just about everyone other than Lyle were about ready to start laughing, causing her to smile in amusement. 

"Steel trap." Nick said, pointing at his head. 

"Uh, he's a professor." Neha added in. 

"At Standford." Emily spoke up, still writing on the board. 

"Yeah, just a few minutes away, really." Neha agreed. 

"Guys..." Lyle tried to interrupt. 

"And he's in a wheelchair." Stuart told them. 

"Got it, Stanford, wheelchair. What else?" 

"Uh, oh, he's bald." Neha added. 

"Might be with his best friend who wears a metal helmet." Stuart continued on, none of them letting up. 

"Wears a fitted suit." Emily said, standing on her tip toes to write something down. 

"He looks like a geneticist." Yo-Yo added as they all just started talking over each other. 

"More, more, more, more. Go on, hit us, hit us." Nick said, making hand gestures for them to keep going. 

"Has a British accent." Neha said over the loud chatter. 

"British? With my ear, we're done." Nick said, getting all he needed. 

"Okay, keep searching; think fly, thing bug. I promise you somehow this intersects with Goldblum." Billy said. 

"Billy! Let's get a move on." Nick called back and Billy quickly went after him. 

"Goldblum, of course." Stuart said, as he walked away. "Ow! What the hell are you doing?!" Stuart asked, and they all turned to see Emily climbing onto the couch for a better reach, she had accidentally stepped on Stuart. 

"Emily, what are you doing?" Lyle asked the girl, confused on why she was standing like that. 

"Working. You all were talking, I'm way behind..." She muttered as she continued writing down. 

"All right, you heard the lady, back to work, guys." Neha told them. 

"Jesus..." Stuart muttered as she stood up. He went back to where his stuff was written down, but it was fully gone now. "Really?" He asked, looking up at Emily. 

"What? Did I put something down wrong?" She asked, quickly getting down and looking over it. 

"No, it's right, but-" 

"For the love of God, Stuart. I don't have time for your mind games." She scoffed, getting back onto the couch, as everyone watched her as if she'd done lost her mind. "What?" She asked, seeing the looks on their faces. 

"Em, sweetie, you look like a crazy person." Neha told her, crying to be nice about it. 

"Hey, that's the same thing my family used to tell me on family game nights." Emily said with a small laugh and a shake of her head in amusement, as she turned back to the board. 

After a while more the group went to their computers to work. 

"Yo to the Yo, where are we at on ensuring it wasn't a networking issue?" Lyle asked, checking in on his team. 

"Confirmed there was no packet lost. Almost done checking on whether the encryption had the wrong certificate." 

"I'm sorry, 'almost'? Uh, you're either done or you're not. You can't be almost pregnant." Neha pointed out. 

"Yeah, hey, she would know, guys." Stuart agreed with a shrug. 

"You know what? Why don't you Google 'asshole', asshole?" Neha snapped at him with a glare. 

"She's right, it's not good enough." Yo-Yo butted in. "Get it together, Yo-Yo." He angrily whispered to himself with pulling on his right eyebrow. Emily looked at him with a frown. 

"What the hell was that?" Emily asked, frowning. 

"I was punishing myself for my inferior performance." 

"Wow, okay. Well that's good, that's great. That one's crazy. Somewhere there's a geek orgy you're late for-" Stuart was cut off from his insults by Neha. 

"Yeah, well somewhere there's a microphallus convention that you're late for." Neha retorted, getting a snort of amusement from Emily. 

"Does your mind just, immediately go to a penis joke? Is that, like, all you-" 

"Oh, oh, sorry, was that not witty enough for you? Because I was too busy working." 

"No, yeah, that's fine. I just want you to acknowledge the fact that I'm winning the quip-off." 

"That's what you're worried about right now?" 

"Yes, that's really what I'm worried about." Stuart nodded. 

"So you're not concerned with snarky banter than actually winning?" 

"Yeah." Stuart said to the girl. 

"Ladies, ladies, you're both handsome, now shut up and get back to work!" Emily snapped at them with a roll of her eyes. 

It was safe to say Emily was a very competitive person. But can you blame her? She grew up in Texas with five older brothers and an older sister. 

And not even two seconds later their screens lit up with Graham's face, saying he won the challenge. 

"Damn it." Emily said, standing up and pacing with a sigh. 

"Hey, you good?" Lyle asked her. 

"I grew up in Texas with six older siblings, what do you think?" She asked him as she kept pacing. 

"That you're good at losing by now?" Stuart guessed with a shrug and she paused and glared at him, and he put his hands up in surrender causing her to sigh. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Very competitive. Not good for me at all." She said, messing with her ring on her middle finger. "I need some air." She said before leaving before she said or did anything else she'd regret. 

Like throwing something... Like she did that time she and her family played pictionary and she ended up throwing a plate by accident. Emily was usually a nice person for the most part, but when it came to playing games, she was ruthless and a bit crazy. 

Or as she liked to call it; focused.