Aug 04, 2010 14:34
[Guess who was killed off by Wallachia? This guy.
He woke up with a start to find his hand returned to him--which was a very mild comfort to being horribly murdered yet again. And a facepalm soon followed--shit, had he been gone for 24 hours, really? He hoped his boss wasn't feeling like the firing type today. For some reason, the idea that he bit the dust wasn't even going through. It took him walking into the kitchen and drinking a cup of coffee for it to really sink in, and he sat at the table with a hand clasped over his mouth, thinking.
Mayfield really was a strange place.
He picks up the phone hesitantly.]
[Filtered to Olivier]
There's no need for you to help with my hand, Major General--I apologize for any work you've already been looking into, but I suppose we can just pass that along to someone else when it comes along.
[After a long, drawn-out pause, he makes another call.]
[Filtered from Drones, Grady, etc.]
...Who else was attacked yesterday night?
[Excuse him while he goes out grocery shopping afterward. You can catch him at the store, if you want! He's a little absent-minded, at the moment.]
he's not catching a break,
uurughgfhdgkld,
hughes is in hughes hell here,
brb going shopping to cure my shock