Dreams of the Quill

Rip apart an angel / A rain of blood falls / God’s sad cries become thunder

“Henceforth, this restaurant will serve as LAW4’s HQ,” proclaimed Dax. “Now, for some organization restructuring… first and foremost, LAW1 is dismantled. Everyone here save myself is below Jason. P.T.H., you’re in charge of the one-time LAW1. Dorito, you’re to command these two LAW3 gentlemen, and to use their influence to control local branches of LAW3’s media control.”

The LAW3 men looked to Inspector Kris for some signal to shoot the dog up, but she merely nodded at everything the dog said.

“What can you tell us about the supernatural crisis?” Kris asked.

“This isn’t some briefing!” yelled Pablo, grabbing a gun from one of the LAW3 fellows and aiming it at the dachshund. “You can’t just dump this bollocks on us!”

“Stand down,” barked Dax.

“Do what he says,” cautioned Kris. “This is exactly how our superiors do things; how are you going to doubt what the dog says?”

“It’s a talking DOGGGG!” yelled Pablo, letting loose a flurry of bullets. Pink light shot out of the dog’s glowing magenta eyes and struck the bullets down in midair. Pablo tightened his grip on the gun, his hands trembling.

“I’m not going to kill you, worm,” growled Dax, “but you’ll wish that you had never entered this restaurant.”

A tendril of pink light reached out of Dax’s left eye, wrenched the assault rifle from Pablo’s hands, and proceeded to beat him over the head with it repeatedly.

“Isn’t that a bit much?” asked Kris.

“He was useless,” explained Dax as the gun clattered to the floor next to the unconscious Pablo.

Jason looked on, bemused. He thought to himself: is this how weak the Establishment is? He was fairly sure that the dog was lying through his teeth, and he was amazed at how the inspector had gobbled it up. Now the internet celebrity was in charge of a dozen feds. He was slightly worried by the dog’s ferocity, but mostly he was pleased to have gotten out of being a suspected terrorist.

That’s right, he thought, I’m on law’s side.

“Going back to your question, Inspector,” said the dog, “I can tell you that we’re going to need weapons. This isn’t a normal eclipse. This is the work of one man, and this one man has many powerful servants. Think of them as demons, if you will. We need to combat him; we need weapons. In order to protect my identity, I will have you take care of acquiring… let’s see, a few hundred crowbars should do the trick.

“Dorito, I’d like you and LAW3 to ensure that this state’s families are kept reassured and entertained while we prepare for battle. P.T.H., make sure usual LAW1 activities are proceeding smoothly. Jason, you and I are getting in that van and heading to Berkeley.”

“What will you do there?” asked Kris.

“We’re going to pick up the strongest anti-demon weapon,” grinned the dachshund. “Angels.“