a/n: Playboy belongs to Hugh Heffner, and the spelling errors on the letter are intentional (Zim wrote it, he's a bad speller)
Chapter 6: The e-mail
Luckily, Dib and his father got home safely only to find a very angry Gaz sitting on the couch waiting for them.
"Where were you!" she cried.
Dib sighed angrily. "I told you, we were at the laboratory! We only got held up because there was a bomb. You didn't want us to die, did you?"
"Well," Gaz mumbled, "not dad, but for you, I'd make an exception."
"Gaz!" Membrane scolded as he started to descend the stairs to his work area in the basement.
"Sorry dad," she grunted.
Dib gritted his teeth in annoyance. "I'll be in my room. Don't disturb me until 2:30. I have a lot of work to do."
Gaz smirked. "that doesn't include looking at Playboy magazines, does it?"
"Shut up!" Dib cried as he slammed the door.
His computer was currently on "sleep" mode as he jiggled the mouse to wake it and then saw that he had one e-mail message. This wasn't unusual for him because he had read all the ones from his friends already, yet the message itself was odd. The heading read: Addressed to Agent Mothman. He opened it up to what looked like an official letter from the Swollen Eyeball, that is, until he read it.
Dear Agent Mothman,
Wonder why that laboratory was bombed? Why Agent Darkbooty committed suicide? It's because you left us! You left us for that monstrousity field known as "real science"! If u don't want us to track you down, return to us, you traitor!
Sincerelly,
Anonymous
Dib rolled his eyes, knowing Zim wrote the letter and that he wouldn't really track him down: not if he could help it. He couldn't have been more wrong