Roughly On Par with the Cakemaker of Kiev

"I won't know until I turn every possession we own upside down and shake it, but it's looking that way," Hardison said grimly. He pulled himself from under the desk, a streak of dust across his cheek and not even a hint that he was about to complain about it or his allergies. "Last thing I remember is plugging it in to backup before we left to jump. I don't remember seeing it after that."