Dreams of the Quill

Oh, Joe. Your sky-loving buddy goes so far for you :3

“LAW4?!” exclaimed Jason and Frog at the same time with the same degree of shock.

The dachshund grinned smugly.

“Hard work, being a fed,” it cackled.

“You seem surprised,” observed Dorito George, snapping a couple pictures of the DHS employees’ faces. “But he’s your colleague, right?”

“Something like that,” sniffed the dachshund. “It’s a bit more like they’re my underlings, but sure.”

“You must have a hard time,” smiled Dorito George.

“Yeah, I do,” said the dog. “No one understands me, you know? And I’m surrounded by these idiots who don’t even know who I am.”

“I understand.”

“Good man,” the dachshund lauded.

“So, if you don’t mind my asking, Jason,” began Dorito George, turning to the blogger, “why are your colleagues here? Are they also fans of MMA? Or—”

“I’m just here to arrest all three of you,” said Frog.

“Wow, scary,” chuckled Dorito George, taking it as a joke. “And you, Dax?”

“I’m here to secure the homeland.”

“Ahahaha,” laughed Dorito George. “Your friends are funny people, Jason.” Jason rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes. Moving along. I wanted to ask you some things about your life, your job, etcetera, in order to get a good view of you as a blogger. We can all sit down here, right?” He seated himself to demonstrate.

“Can I ask you something, first?” asked Jason, sitting across the table from the camera guy. Frog took a seat next to Jason, and Dax leapt onto the table and lay down between the three men.

“Certainly.”

“Why are you not surprised by the talking dog?”

“I’ve seen him before,” Dorito George shrugged, “twice, in fact. Once, when Marin summoned a demon at the new Cal library. The other time, when you arrested her at City Hall.”

“This guy knows something,” hissed Dax.

“Umm… that much was apparent when we spoke on the phone, and that’s why I wanted to meet him.” Jason smiled at the dachshund. “I can think, you know.”

“Actually, I don’t know anything, nothing more than has been on the news,” Dorito George said. “I was wondering if Jason might know something. In fact, this whole interview was just a pretense. Marin happens to be a good friend of mine, someone I spent a lot of time with in the past. I was hoping I could get some answers from the guy who arrested her.”

“You said—” Jason started, but Dorito George interrupted him by taking a quick picture.

“What did he say?” asked Dax threateningly.

“Where is she?” asked Dorito.

“I wish I knew!” yelled Jason. “I came here to find that out from you!”

“Jason really doesn’t know anything,” said Frog. “I made sure of that. And, as we all know, LAW3’s been censoring the news since the City Hall incident. So, no one here knows anything.” He stood up and made for the door, sighing. “What a waste of time. Alright, all of you, come with me.”

“Is Homeland Security too busy spying on people to check the internet, or something?” asked Dorito George calmly as the dachshund leapt down from the table and Jason got up to follow Frog.

Frog turned around.

“Hm?”

“Gitmo’s gone and Marin’s on the run.” Dorito George closed his eyes. “I’m not yet done asking questions. Jason, where did you find that book?”