Page 161 of Nearly Roadkill
HotHead:Well, I was, but now I don’t know.
FredMan:bak! I… this is TERRIBLE! They’ve arrested Thesman!
They think he’s conspiring with S&W. They came to his fucking HOUSE!
BarBun:::firmly:: That does it. I’m pissed.
Hanzoo:What can we do? Lodge a complaint?
BarBun:Let’s go ahead with it.
FredMan:The strike?
BarBun:Yep.
FredMan:Yes.
Hanzoo:Me too.
Azazello:What about online shopping, BB?
BarBun:I’ll deal.
HotHead:Go, grrl!
See what I mean, bean?
They’re actually arresting people! Duck!!
Orlio
To:Orlio
From:Toobe
Subj:Quack! I’m ducking!
Doode! No! Scary fer sure. Hey, be real careful not to mention… our two friends in any chats or they’ll come after you too. Stay safe.
Toobe
I didn’t hear anything from Orlio for over an hour, and then this!
To:Toobe
From:Orlio
Subj:There’s a place…
Hey my man,
I hope this is okay but I told my dad about people getting arrested. He is pissed! He was ranting about freedom of speech and Persecuting the Youth and all kinds of other stuff. But he agrees that your friends are in danger, so they can use his office in Manhattan if they want. It’s super high tech, looks super low tech, and they can dink around online safely. Watch the Strike, Rally, whatever, from there. Hope it’s okay I told him.
Sending you the address encrypted and swizzled a million different ways.
Orlio
I love my pal!!! Okay, so I encrypted and re-encrypted his message, and sent it on to Gwynyth. She wrote back: “The witch hunts have begun. Like they even know what a witch is.”
