Page 160 of Nearly Roadkill
Winc:Are you OK?
Toobe:I’m OK, but I’m outta here fast.
Winc:Go with care. We’ll talk later.
Toobe is no longer online and did not receive your last message.
Scratch:I mean it. I’m gone. You’re a fuckhead, Budge. I was actually starting to like you.
Ms. Budge:Wait. There’s no arrests, it’s got to be a rumor!
Even as he types, he catches Shelly’s grim face out of the corner of his eye.
Private Message to Scratch
Winc:That fucking… I’m speechless.
Scratch:Sign off now!
Scratch has left the room.
Winc has left the room.
“Damn!” He lights a cigarette with shaking hands.
“It’s true, Wally. They’ve made over sixty arrests nationwide in the last thirty minutes.”
His jaw drops.
“Did Lieutenant Henderson happen to mention who he might be arresting?”
“He said they’re insurrectionists,” she answers. “And you already have two cigarettes going, babe. I don’t think you need that third one.”
He looks down at the match he’s holding and blows it out with a puff.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” he says. “Thanks for doin’ what you do.”
“Oh, there’s lots I could do, Lieutenant.”
END JABBA NARRATIVE ENTRY
TOOBE ENTRY
Oh man, oh man, oh man. I just got this from Orlio at The Rally.
To:Toobe@
From:Orlio@
Subj:Every nightmare you’ve had
Doode, this is *scary*. I was in a rally room and people started dropping off the line, right? We thought it was a node overload, but look:
BarBun:Hey, where’d Thesman go?
FredMan:I’ll call him live. brb.
Hanzoo:So, you guys gonna strike?
