Feather breathed a sigh of relief as the plane touched down. She saw that she had signal again and typed furiously in the chat. "WHISPER! WHERE ARE YOU? YOU SAID YOU'D MEET ME ON THE TARMAC."

Using the strike-through feature, Whisper responded. "I never said that."

"DON'T BACK OUT NOW!" Feather roared. "Meet me at Duskie's place or else."

Feather raced out of the airport as passengers mulled about, idly chatting. She realized she didn't actually know where Duskie lived, but she did have a picture of her from the Dam Club, courtesy of Frost. She could go from town to town, asking the locals, until someone recognized the portrait and steered her in the right direction. She headed toward a woman standing alone, who looked like she was waiting for a family member.

Feather was ready to shove the picture in the lady's face, when four men in black trench coats rushed out of the airport, pointing guns at her.

"FBI!" yelled one.

"DEA!" screamed another.

"RALEIGH POLICE DEPARTMENT, F*** OFF FEDS!" declared the third.

The fourth one threw his hands in the air in exasperation. "This one clearly belongs to the NSA, we're the ones who alerted you clowns. It's ours."

"Nuh-uh!" the FBI agent protested.

The DEA employee glared at the throng of federal agents swarming the young girl. "No, it's ours! Back off!"

"How could this be the DEA's territory?! This has nothing to do with drugs!" argued the cop.

"YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!" countered the DEA agent. "Besides, if it doesn't, we can always plant a gram of cocaine on her."

The cop nodded, understanding the reasoning. "Miss, hands up. You're under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder. You have the-"

Before he could even finish, the NSA agent shoved the other officials out of the way and slapped handcuffs on Feather. He thrust his fist into the air in celebration. "Score!"

The other agents grumbled, then muttered, "Good game."

The police officer stepped in to help, sliding the backpack off Feather's shoulders and unzipping it. He produced the knife block from inside and showed it to his compatriots.

Feather looked around in confusion as the men ushered her over to a black sedan. "What is this about exactly?"

The NSA agent coughed, then produced a print-out of the Discord chat logs from his jacket pocket. "While spying on all internet traffic and violating American citizens' privacy under the guise of the Patriot Act, we noticed you had threatened to hunt down and kill one of your writer buddies. After scanning your purchases, we saw that you were coming to her state, which shows you intended to follow through on your threat."

"SECOND AMENDMENT!" Feather objected, to receive only skeptical looks from the agents. "LAWYER!"

The ensemble seemed to understand her last declaration better, and the rest of the ride to their institution was in silence.