RP Thread: Charlie, Open
WHO: Charlie McGee, whoever wants in.
WHAT: Research!
WHEN: 8th April, Midmorning.
WHERE: Prescott Valley Public Library.
RATING: G until something explodes.



Another suitcase in another hall

Quincy had always liked his show tunes a little too much for a middle-aged straight guy, and now here they were in Charlie's head. And here she was, in suburban SoCal, land of the free and home of the blonde, driving her battered blue Hyundai down wide streets between low ranch houses. Very peaceful. Very prosperous.

"We got out of there in 2000," David had said. "Any government connection. We decided it cost too much to maintain our presence."

"That doesn't sound familiar at all," Charlie had replied sarcastically. But she'd come here, with a duffel bag of clothes and a report that was briefer than anything the agency had ever handed her. She tried not to think of possible reasons for that, especially not those involving the phrase two birds with one stone .

If the briefing didn't fill her in, maybe the library would have something. She pulled into a parking spot, slid out of the car, and headed toward the entrance.

Inside the car, the temperature gradually dropped back to normal.