Laurel blinked, as well, and looked at Doreen. Nope, she heard it too. Clearly they were both insane. She looked back at Coulson.

"I'm getting the feeling I shouldn't have tagged those posts the way I did," she commented. "How did you even find us?"

"We have ways," was all Coulson said with that faint smile again.

"Okay, so what do you really want?" Doreen looked at him, frowning a bit.

"We want to bring you both in briefly," Coulson replied mildly, still giving that slight, bland smile. "We're interested in how you get all of your information."

"Oh god we're going to vanish quietly aren't we?" Doreen looked at Laurel. "I told you not to put so many SHIELD tags!"

"You came up with half of them," Laurel pointed out.

"You're not going to quietly vanish," Coulson assured them both. "We really do just want to bring you in for some questioning, that's all. You have some people very interested in your sources."

Doreen eyed him for a few moments before she shrugged. "Well, if he's from SHIELD, they can make us either way," she reasoned.

Laurel was quiet for a moment.

"I'll grab my laptop," she said, getting up. "I'm not going to just leave it behind, I've got the latest post half-done already."

Coulson nodded his agreement of that, content to wait until they were ready. Doreen just went to get her shoes on again and get her purse.

Laurel jammed her laptop into a messenger bag, along with her purse, and slipped her shoes on.

"Okay," she said, "ready."

Coulson nodded again and led them to the nondescript black car he was borrowing from SHIELD. He let them get settled inside before he started driving.

Taking out her phone, Laurel snapped a quick picture of the equally-nondescript interior of the car, and uploaded it to their blog.

Okay, who told? Own up, guys, because we're currently taking a ride in an unmarked black car. Will liveblog if we can. #SHIELD, #the bloggers, #stay tuned

Doreen snickered at the update but didn't bother to add anything to it yet. Coulson just kept driving quietly, not bothering to try to continue talking to them just yet.

Laurel settled back into her seat once she'd posted, until the little black car pulled onto a small airstrip where a jet was waiting. Eyes wide, she looked at Doreen.

"A jet?" she whimpered.

"I told you we're going to vanish quietly," Doreen said, although she got out (a bit reluctantly). She did, however, recognize the symbol on the wings of the jet.

"Lori, look, we get to go in a SHIELD jet."

Laurel had recognized the symbol on the jet, as well, and took another quick picture.

"I'm torn between vague terror and absolute glee," she agreed as she uploaded the picture. "You have to admit, Dori, this is kind of awesome."

"It is. Vaguely terrifying, but awesome."

Coulson ushered them easily onto the jet, picking his seat and settling in. The flight wouldn't be too long, but he would give the girls some time to adjust.

Once Lauren was settled in her seat, she snapped another picture of the interior of the jet, and put up a second post.

Gone from unmarked car to clearly marked jet. Stay tuned for what happens next. #SHIELD, #oh god a jet, #this is really happening, #stay tuned

She grinned when she already saw a few 'likes' on her last post.

"Some of our followers are keeping track of us," she commented to Doreen.

Doreen snickered. "I'm not surprised. I think there's always someone lurking around the blog." She settled into her seat. "Okay I could get used to this. This is so much nicer than commercial flying."

"No kidding," Laurel said, settling into her seat more. "This is great." She absently checked her email. "I even still get cell service."

"Makes sense, I'm sure on longer flights these guys want to keep working." Doreen glanced over at Coulson, who had pulled out a laptop to check a few things. "See?"

Lauren grinned a bit.

"Ten bucks says he's looking at the blog," she murmured to her friend.

Doreen snickered and shook her head. "I'm not taking that," she said with a grin. "That is the reason we're here."

"Indeed it is," Coulson said without looking up from his computer. "Mainly because there are some pictures in here that would be... difficult to come by if you're not one of a select group of people. Which you two are not. Which brings up the question: how did you get those pictures?" He turned the computer around to the picture of Thor in normal human clothes stuffing his face with pancakes like a squirrel.

Laurel shrugged.

"Anonymous source, I told you," she said, grinning at the picture. "We really have no idea who it is, I just get an email from an untraceable address every so often. Usually it happens after big events, although sometimes I get an email with little gems like that one on the off-days."

"I see." Coulson was quiet for a few moments. "Do you want to know who the emails come from?"

That got Doreen's attention, and she sat up straighter, looking over at him.

"Is that rhetorical, or do you actually know our source?" Laurel asked, sitting up and paying more attention. "And what's the catch?"