SAFE AS HOUSES --- communication network

This is going to get so old so fast

So, guess who.

Totally wasn't me this time, guys.

Langton. I need your help.

Hello little ducklings, how are we today? Those of you who haven't died in the meantime, I mean. Feeling a little claustrophobic, stir crazy, maybe? Excited for the holidays?

I need a few people with very strong stomachs.

Can I go now?

Edit: And now I'm stuck here. Fucking great.

Did I fall asleep?

Everyone here is always so upset. Be happy, folks.

DOMINIC: We need a strategy; we can't just act, go in blind.

SAUNDERS: I don't know what you want me to do.

DOMINIC: Do you trust me?

Long pause.

SAUNDERS: With my life.

ATTENTION:

THERE IS A FIRE IN THE FOOD STORAGE ROOM. I NEED HELP. NOW. ALL EXTINGUISHERS, WATER, AND HURRY.

Are we having fun, children?

I shot myself? What the hell, pyschobitch?

Ow.

A'ight, this is a little unusual.

And, damn, Boyd's hung.

Tes. Wanna make out and take pictures?

Shit.

Huh...I'm actually not dead. That's unfortunate surprising.

The meds are nice. I don't feel anything. Numb is good. Numb is fantastic. Can I stay like this?

I know who I am. Was. All of them. So many people. I won't forget now.

What's up, moody French man?

The woman who walked in was sort who promised trouble. She just had that look about her. Dames like that, with dark eyes and darker smiles, couldn't promise anything else. She had poured herself into a seamless black dress and, from the looks of it, she'd spilled some. To the side and one step back stood a man, tall, dark and dangerous. He didn't smile, and he gave the impression that if he tried, it would probably be physically painful for him. He said nothing, but watched the room with a single-minded focus that would terrify a lesser man. And most men were. Lesser, that is.

"Oh dear," Sierra Sauvageon said, french accent kissing the consonants like cousins...or maybe old acquaintances. Light and barely there, mostly for appearance. "This is quite the messy situation, isn't it, Monsieur Dominic?"

So new policy is to stick people in a van and shove 'em on the Titanic? Fantastic.

Who do I have to shoot to get out of this place?

While everyone is feeling truthsome, maybe we should play ten fingers.

This has gone on far too long.

And I'm running out of romance novels.