Head On (Lock In, #2)

by John Scalzi

“Here’s a pro tip: Don’t ask an FBI agent to go off the record, in public, in front of microphones and video cameras, in front of the actual FBI building.”

“Once you feed a cat tuna, it doesn’t go back to regular cat food. You try to feed that cat regular food now, it will just stare at you accusingly. And if you don’t produce the tuna, the cat will go and shit in your shoes.”

Just because there was nothing to a story didn’t mean there wouldn’t be a story.

“If you’re hoping for the element of surprise, it helps to be surprising.”

“I’d like to feed him to sharks but they wouldn’t eat him.” “Professional courtesy,”

“It’s a cat,” I said. “If Donut wants to spend time with you he’ll show up in your room and sit on your important things.”

“My house is wrecked and I’m sitting in an FBI conference room with a cat and three forensics accountants. I’m not into subtle at the moment.”

You might want to take up a less expensive hobby, like cocaine.”

There’s that old saying: Fast, cheap, and good, you get to pick two. The two you just picked are fast and good. Cheap has just left the building.”

“I asked him about it once. He said he makes more as a consultant and besides he’s already got the security clearance so he’s got the only cool thing about the gig.” “It’s not the only cool thing,” Vann said. “You also get to shoot people.” “That’s not actually all that cool, though, is it,” I said. “Blood. Death. Paperwork.” Vann looked over to me. “I’m having a long day, Chris. Indulge me.”