Ok, so you know the drill.

Callypso: Geez, you're either not updating for months on end or you're updating like wild fire.

Kat: Yeah, pick one and stick with it.

Don't complain. Jo is in this chapter.

Jo: Hooray. Now we can ruin my life too.

Yep. ENJOY!

It was a straight trip to Jo's house the next day. Dustfinger seemed a little uncomfortable with the prospect of seeing Jo again. Jo had never forgiven him for his betrayal. She didn't trust him either. Even if she could read his mind in a second she wouldn't. She wanted to judge people like everyone else did. Jo was weird like that.

Jo's house was a few miles from Jacksonville Wyoming. It was a small house with a large yard, just right for one person.

"It's cold up here" Kat muttered, wrapping her arms around herself.

"I don't think it is" Dustfinger mused.

"We can't all be fire dancers now can we?" Kat growled at him. "Some of us are normal."

"I don't classify you as normal, telekinetic girl." Dustfinger's mouth twitched.

"Hey look a pinecone!"

"Put that thing down!"

"MWAHAHAHA!"

"…Ow…"

I sighed and smacked a hand to my forehead "Kat, stop throwing pinecones at Dustfinger with your mind."

"Fine." Kat got one last shot in before she dropped the rest of them that hung suspended in the air.

I heard a dog barking from inside the house.

"Hey, Dustfinger, Basta" I called. "I would hide and let us explain this. Jo does have a gun."

"Right" Dustfinger muttered. "Good idea."

Basta smirked "Not that you would mind if I was shot."

"No we wouldn't" Kat answered for me.

I sighed and Kat and I walked towards the front door.

"Who do you think she points her gun at first?" Kat asked. "Dustfinger or Basta?"

"Basta" I said obviously.

"Five bucks, says Dustfinger." Kat grinned.

"You're on."

The screen door opened and a giant black lab flew towards us. I was tackled by a mass of fur.

"Ack! Doggie! Stop!"

The dog got off of me immediately to my surprise and sat on the ground, wagging his tail. I stared at him. He looked familiar.

"Fang?" I asked in shock.

The dog nodded its head and barked.

Holy crap… Fang? I lost track of my genius dog! We had sold him to a new owner when we moved to America. How did he find his way over here? Had the owner moved too? How did he end up with Jo?

"He likes you" Kat grinned.

"Guess so…" I pet Fang on the head.

"Callypso? Kat?"

Kat and I looked over to see Jo standing in the doorway, her shotgun slung over her shoulder. Her hair was braided as usual and covered with a leather cowboy hat. She wore a plaid shirt and jeans. She looked like Ranger material.

Our friend ran towards us and pulled us both into a hug. "What are you guys doing up here? I called the house and there was no one home! I was worried sick!"

"Yeah, we decided to uh… come up and visit you." Kat smiled widely.

"Definitely" I said, grinning just as widely.

Jo stared at us, an eyebrow raised. "What's up? Tell me now."

I sighed "Can't you just read our minds to find out?"

"Yeah" Kat agreed. "It would make things a lot easier."

"No" Jo glared. "You will tell me."

I opened my mouth to answer when I saw Fang was growling at someone behind me. Dustfinger and Basta apparently got tired of waiting.

"Easy Fang" I muttered.

Fang obeyed me but Jo already saw. She whipped the gun from her shoulder and pointed it at…

"Five bucks!" Kat crowed. "Pay up!"

"Wow, she really does hate Dustfinger more than Basta" I sighed, handing her the money.

"What are you two doing here" Jo snarled. "What do you want?"

"Jo! Uh… that's kind of part of the explanation" I tapped her on the shoulder. "Don't shoot anyone, please. Lower the gun."

Jo slowly lowered the gun from where it pointed at Dustfinger, sighed, and then whipped around to glare at us "YOU TWO BETTER HAVE A REALLY GOOD EXPLANATION FOR THIS!"

"Augh! We do! We do!"

Jo gripped her coffee mug when we finished explaining. I couldn't believe we would have to do this every time we met someone. It was going to get tiring after awhile. Dustfinger was in the doorway of the kitchen as we explained and Basta was once again avoiding it. He was outside. Fang was insistent that he be watched though so he was out there too.

"You're an idiot Callypso." She finally said.

"That's everyone's response" I groaned.

"But I'm glad Kat's alive" Jo smiled. "So I can't complain. Besides, it was your decision."

"She's loyal" Dustfinger agreed.

Jo glared at him as soon as he spoke "Yes, it's a quality not many people have."

Dustfinger flinched, uncomfortable before he left the room.

"You still haven't forgiven him have you?" Kat asked.

"I don't think I ever will" Jo said darkly. "For what he did."

"Yeah, you pointed the gun at him instead of Basta. What was up with that?" I asked.

"The one thing I hate more than anything is being deceived" Jo murmured. "Sure, I could read any one's mind to discover the truth. But I give them the luxury of choosing. I give them the benefit of doubt." Her knuckles were tight on her coffee cup. "I have never hated Basta that much. I didn't know him well enough to. I only fought him because he was threatening my friends. In all honesty it wouldn't be different if it was any other black jacket. And though he was bad, he was completely honest about that fact." Jo gritted her teeth. "Dustfinger deceived me into thinking I could trust him even though he knew I could read his mind. He took advantage of me. It's worse than anything Basta ever did to me."

I didn't answer. Jo had a funny way of thinking. If you were honest about being evil she wouldn't hate you as much as the double agent.

"You'll have to work with him regardless." I finally said. "If you want to take down Capricorn."

Jo nodded "Yes, I know." She finally smiled. "So my dog seems to like you."

"He would. I created him." I muttered. "Years ago. Fang was a product of my pen and paper. It was a joke I played on the black jackets. How old is Fang now?"

"Eleven or twelve." Jo shrugged. "He's still as big as ever."

"You don't seem surprised that I created him."

"I know" she grinned. "I already read your mind to find out."

I banged my head against the table. "Why is it you read our minds whenever you want but not everyone else's?"

"You're my friends." Jo answered simply. "I don't need to give you the luxury."

"Gee thanks friend" Kat muttered.

I covered up laughter. Jo hadn't changed much. She still had steady judgment.

But she had no pity for liars.

That was going to be a problem with her and Dustfinger.

It's wierd how Jo works isn't it?

Callypso: Indeed.

Jo: It's completely logical in my mind.

Kat: Not in ours.

Dustfinger: REVIEW!