Disclaimer: See other chapters.
A/N: Mozilla is the coolest browser ever, I use and love it! and the wireless thing is entirely possible. J Again thanks to Amy for reviewing.
Langly continued typing away all night, quite impressive for someone who has barely been a captive six hours. I woke up and found him behind the desk, keys chattering glasses askew. He looked up and beamed.
"'Morning Mary Beth."
"Mary Pat."
"Right. Take a look at this!"
I stood behind Langly and looked at the screen, a perfectly normal ordinary desktop with a perfectly normal Mozilla browser window open…browser window? We had internet! Oh what a glorious marvel wireless internet is!
"Langly, this is incredible!"
"And slow. It's dial-up, ironically from a DSL provider's website."
"E-mail the police, the FBI, the RCMP!"
"Slow down, this is only ethernet. But if your interested I can get you the credit card numbers and home address of every Tom, Dick and John Gilnitz in the area."
Langly continued typing away.
"Wait, here." Langly typed a URL into the screen. "Bingo."
"What?"
"This website, it looks like an insurance company, is connected to the other website, but it has a crap-tac-ular firewall. We're on the internet."
"Langly, I love you!"
Langly smiled and his broken glasses, black eye, mosquito ridden face and tangled hair actually looked heroic. Yet, like the morbid children's stories of Lemony Snicket, things began take a most unfortunate turn.
Interlude three
Byers packed away his laptop and camera defeated. Frohike and Langly knew there was no story to be found in an urban legend.
"Ready to go?" Frohike asked.
"Yeah. But what are we going to print?"
"Maybe Langly's got something."
"Or he's filled the bath tub with calamine lotion and hasn't moved."
"There's a story, Pink Hippie Slime Man Found in Tub."
"Or Man Drowns in Calamine Accident."
"Fowl Play Suspected."
"What fowl play Frohike?"
"My hands around hairboy's neck when I strangle him for sitting on his ass all weekend while we drove home."
Byers figured Langly was still pissed, he tried to call the lair and no one picked up. He might still be driving back to Maryland. Byers powered down his laptop, before he saw his inbox, with an email form Lord Manhammer.