At eight o'clock in the morning, Jason stepped up into the LAW1 van and removed his sunglasses.

"Hey, Jason," said Frog, his eyes, as usual, fixed to his screen.

Jason stood just inside the door.

"Where is she?"

"Who are you talking about?" asked Frog. The rest of the crew, all present in the van, remained silent.

"The girl," replied Jason. "The target. Where is she?"

"In the hands of LAW3," Frog said mildly. "Why?"

"What's going to happen to her next?"

"I can't answer that."

"Why not?"

"Why do you want to know so badly?" Frog frowned at his screen. Jason fell silent. "I told you, right, Jason? Some things are secret. Some things some people can't discuss. Some things you simply can't know."

"I just want information."

"Information is a dangerous thing, Jason."

Jason bit his lip in frustration. He was curious. He wanted to know. He had received an e-mail the evening before from the administrator of Blue Sky. The amateur photographer had somehow linked the girl's disappearance to Jason's posts around the time of the demon sightings, and he wanted to know where Jason had spirited her away to. Jason hadn't responded and had no intention to, but the question bugged him—where <i>was</i> Marin?

To further confuse matters, Jason's IRC channel operator Meg-Sho had reported that Meow Meow Anim enemy number one—a terrible spammer who called himself "king_j"—had come back, demanding that "dhsfags," Jason included, return his girlfriend to him.

Jason stood there for a few minutes, mulling it all over. A couple of the Oakland team threw him quizzical glances.

"Are you going to get back to spying or are you going home?" asked Frog.

That was when it struck him.

"Frog, what was the e-mail address of the guy to whom she sent that cryptic e-mail, right before she summoned the demon?"

"Drop it, Jason."

"Where can I access the logs?"

"Drop it, Meowmeow," joked Pablo.

"So I need to pierce the obfuscation with my Macbook Air, eh, Frog?" muttered Jason, turning his back to his colleagues and examining the spring foliage outside the van.

"You know what you doing," replied the man.

"Call me if you see anymore demons."

With that, Jason stepped down out of the van and began the two-block-long trek back to his apartment, laptop in hand. There was no way of knowing for sure, but he had the feeling that before long he'd awaken to an e-mail from Frog, sent once more via the contact form on Meow Meow Anim, demanding that he get outside and rock.