"Sir, we just recieved a new message from Kilroy!"
Trevor instantly turned his attention from his paperwork to his coworker Eliza, who was suddenly standing in the doorway to his office. She seemed a little shaken, which was odd for someone who was normally rather stoic. "Give it to me," he said, holding out his hand.
Eliza seemed a little hesitant, however. Trevor frowned; patience was one thing he'd long since run out of that day, and the broken air conditioning in his office wasn't helping his boiling temper at all. "Well? Hand it over," he said. Eliza just nodded silently and produced the usual dark grey and light blue trademark envelope. She walked over to his desk, but paused once more. "Are you sure, sir? We already have others looking at it..."
Trevor growled, "YES, I'm SURE. Why the fuck wouldn't I be?" "Well," she said, glancing at the envelope before finally giving it to him, "It's... the format in which the message is delivered." Trevor opened the envelope, a bit surprised to find the usual letter wasn't there. Instead, there was only a flash drive. "We checked the contents, it's safe to plug in. There's only an mp3 file on it," she said after noticing the inquisitive look on his face, "We have reason to believe that his next heist message is hidden in the sound file."
Trevor raised an eyebrow at this, but it wasn't too odd, considering who they were dealing with. It was only a matter of time before the thief decided to start fooling around with other ways to get his messages across. Trevor nodded, "I'll look into this." Eliza seemed a little uneasy again, "Er, well sir, we are looking into this too, so... If you don't want to listen, that's okay. You'll still get the information..." Trevor frowned at her again. "I don't care if the music sounds like screeching fuckin' violins and fingernails on chalkboards competing to sound more horrible than the other! I'm not letting the bastard win," he said. "Well, alright," Eliza said with a small sigh, "Nancy will be here with the results later, I suppose you could compare notes." With that, she left his office.
Trevor wasted no time in plugging the device into his computer and opening up its folder. Just as Eliza said, there was a lone file, "My next heist (turn your volume up).mp3". Trevor was already on guard upon reading that he had to turn up the volume. He'd dealt with screamers on the internet before, and the thought of those did make him a little uneasy. Not that he'd ever admit it... No. No, this was a challenge, and like hell he'd let that thief win. Steeling himself, he turned the volume up a little (reasoning that he could turn it up more later if it was still too quiet) and opened it.
He sat back to listen as what sounded like some kind of pop song started playing, with some girl singing "Oooh oooh, yeah yeah yeeeaah". Trevor almost chuckled with relief. "Pff, what, this is it?" He said quietly, allowing a small smirk onto his face. However, by the second round of "yeah"s, he noticed there was something... familiar about this song. He couldn't quite place it, though, but he remembered there was something less than pleasant about it.
His eyes widened with the horrible realization of what he was listening to when the first verse started. No... He didn't...
"Seven a.m., waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal..."