Page 91 of Nearly Roadkill
“DAMN THEM,” he roars in his empty office. Furious, he punches in REPLY.
To:Henderson, Enforcement
From:Ms. Budge
Subj:Perp Toobe
What the HELL is going on? I never authorized a close-in! This kid is directly connected to both Scratch and Winc, and you’re sending UNIFORMS? What IDIOT authorized THAT? CANCEL CANCEL CANCEL the plans. We need to walk QUIET here.
—*Mister* Lieutenant Wallace Budge
He stares at the screen.
And then: Wally Budge finally gets it.
“They went right over my head. I’m alone on this one.
“Time to play the cards close to my chest. Real close.” He deletes the unsent memo.
END JABBA NARRATIVE ENTRY
PERSONAL LOG, JABBATHEHUT
Of course I have tapped into Budge’s computer in every way conceivable, and a few ways inconceivable. Naturally I intercepted Henderson’s message concerning the imminent arrest of our heroes. I must say that I am finally officially concerned. Do they think refusing government orders is a game?
END JABBA PERSONAL LOG
GWYNYTH DIARY ENTRY
Oh dear. Scratch invited Winc into the room where they were supposed to talk about the impending peril.
Guess what they did instead. Couldn’t help themselves?
END GWYNYTH DIARY ENTRY
SCRATCH JOURNAL ENTRY, CHAT ROOM EXCERPT
Online Host
*** You are in room “Scared” ***
Winc:I’m starting to see that we really may be in danger based on Jabba’s messages to me.
Scratch:Yeah?
Winc:::hurriedly explaining:: Jabba sent each of us a piece of the puzzle—we need to put them together.
Scratch:Whatever the hell that means.
Winc:Steady, darling. Let’s merge the files. One… two… three…
Scratch:::uploading::
Winc:::uploading::
Scratch:Oh.
Fine. That makes a whole lot of sense.
