Dylan watched as the man he'd been following hit the thing like it was some kind of messed up pinata. A few press of a button, and there were pictures of blood splattering and melting the cement itself. "How can I? Well can't everyone see you? " He laughed when the man who looked like he'd walked off a Men in Black set started throwing questions at him. Oh, Dylan really did love his job. It was the perfect excuse for following his curiosity wherever it took him. "Man, you've been walking around with that thing. Of course I'd follow you! I wanted to find out what the scoop was." Nothing he could sell to a reputable newspaper. No one would believe him, even with pictures.