Doors

[Moderately drunk, as usual.]

Who are we waving our pitchforks at now? I want to make sure I'm keeping up with the mob.

[Comm to Dylan M]
[Midweek, late evening, as promised, after this, and so unbelievably drunk. Notably, sans Matilda. Beep.] Report.

So, thanks. For helping me out. [...] And thank your hero-guy for me, too.


[Public]

And here I thought that the psychotic fairy paying me visits in my dreams was a sign that I should cut back on my regularly-scheduled liquid lunches. Glad to hear some of you are either just as crazy or just as habitually inebriated.

[ETA:] Oh yeah, and I owe [...] someone an apology. I mistook your ignorance of current rap icons for an early warning sign of imminent death and decided to get proactive with my CPR. Or, you know, fairy-land wine made me do it. Whoops.

There used to be a bridge across the eastern pass, but it appears the spring rains washed it away.

So, am I part of some fucking special club now? Lucky me.

[Comm to Matilda H and Dylan M]
[All business. No concerns whatsoever. Beep.]

Little creatures stirring, and wicked beasts a'luring.
How tainted has the world been in my absence?
Sharpened fangs are sure to leave the children wanting.
I shan't disappoint them.

[After this.]

[Group CIA comm]
[Once everyone clicks in.] We're bringing in a rogue today. [Transmission of time and coordinates to everyone's GPS.] We have a sniper coming in, but Boss wants everyone who's field trained on the perimeter. Report to the office an hour before the meet time, so Boss can bark orders. I'm heading out of town tonight, so anything that comes up, hit Boss.

[An elaborate riot of watercolors in a red and orange palette, layered with skill and extreme precision. It progresses for some time, until the shadow of cacti and the Spring Mountains indicate the painting is simply upside down.]

[At Laura D's townhouse]
[She gives the kid three hours. When she confirms that Daniels isn't out of the townhouse by then, she phones it in. Plainclothes agents arrive a few minutes later. They provide no details, but they move Laura to a safe apartment in town, one where her name appears nowhere on the paperwork. If Laura refuses to go, they have paperwork indicating she has no choice but to leave the premises. They're not a chatty bunch, the plainclothes, but they'll give her time to get anything she needs to, before taking the most roundabout route possible to move her without being followed.]

[Call to Dylan M's hospital room]
[From a secure line, two floors down. Ring.]