A twisting feeling filled Salem's stomach, and hidden behind the desk, his fist balled. He was this close,<span style="font-style: italic">this close</span>to nailing Joe in the groin, but being told to fuck off for a few weeks was better than being sent to jail. Instead of doing anything drastic, he silently nodded and turned away from the desk, walking swiftly towards the front door and out of the library. He didn't stop until he was about forty feet away from the entrance, at which point he clasped his face in his hands and let out a long string of f-bombs.<br/><br/>He was pretty pissed about being probably fired forever, but at least he was in a good enough spot in life that it didn't mean immediate condemnation to becoming a metro-dwelling mole person vagabond. The fact that they wouldn't both be headed to jail was another plus, couldn't forget that. Still, he regretted ever going along with this idiotic plan. Had the disks even done anything? Was this all for naught? Most likely. But it was over and done with, and assuming his bosses didn't crucify him for all of this, he could potentially return to work.<br/><br/>Back inside the library, Solomon let out a dry, single-laugh chuckle. "Well that was fun," He muttered. "So now that...whatever this was is out of the way, we should probably get to trying something productive. What do you say?" He was directing the question to Joe, since Salem had stormed off outside.