To: Alex Wolfe From: Ainsley Kennedy What: Ainsley's one phone call.
-ring ring-
"You've got Alex!"
-spoken in a rushed whisper- "Alex, it's me. Look, I don't have a lot of time, and please don't... freak out or anything, but I've, uh. I've been arrested."
"Ainsley? Why the hell are you whispering? ... Wait, arrested? I'm sorry, I think I just went deaf because I can't understand what you just said."
"Yes, Alex, arrested, as in brought in against my will because... well, I still don't know why, they're not exactly telling me, but I think I have a good idea, you know? Now, will you shut up and listen to me?"
-pause- "So you're not kidding, you actually got arrested? What the fuck did you do? If they don't have anything solid to hold you on I'm coming to get you right the hell now."
"No, Alex, no, you can't do that. They're holding me in London - you can't - just no, okay?" -exhales slowly- "Look, can you just... you know that friend of mine who gave you his number? Call him and let him know I'm. You know. Held up. Not gonna be back for a while. And don't do anything stupid. That goes for the both of you, actually. And that I'm sorry."
"... Does this have to do with the whole 'war criminals' thing? Hope not, because that's some deep shit right there... Shit Ainsley, you sure I can't come bust you out of there? I'll tell him no problem, but am I supposed to tell him the truth or give him a fake story that he's going to inevitably figure out is a total lie?"
"I - I don't know. I'm sorry, I have to go. Please, please don't do anything stupid."