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Private Message to Scratch
Toobe:They’re arresting people at The Rally!
Scratch:What? Bouncing them offline?
Toobe:No! Arresting them at their houses!
Scratch:Jesus.
Ms. Budge:I mean it.
Winc:::turning to Scratch:: He means it.
“Wally,” Shelly’s saying, “it’s Henderson on the phone. There’s been a new development.”
But Lieutenant Budge is deep in conversation with his perps, self-righteous indignation making him type fast for once.
Ms. Budge:I know what is right and what is wrong. And I know my job.
Winc:::gently:: You know all that? Do you know what *we* are?
Ms. Budge:No. I mean, yes. You’re wanted criminals.
Winc:No. Who are we, what are we?
Private Message to Winc
Scratch:Winc! Did you get the message from Toobe?
Winc:No. I’m flooded with other messages. What’d he say?
Scratch:People are being arrested at the Rally. I mean, in their *homes*.
Ms. Budge:My job is to locate and apprehend you.
Winc:Really, that’s all we are to you? That’s all you think of us as?
Toobe has entered the room.
Toobe:You guys! I didn’t get any answer from you, and I mean it, they’re arresting everyo…
Ms. Budge:You!
Toobe has left the room.
Private Message to Scratch
Winc:Tell me you’re kidding.
Scratch:It’s true!
Scratch:Listen you fucker, what’s this about arrests?
Winc:Scratch? Arrests? You mean it?
Ms. Budge:What?
Private Message to Toobe
