020. - Voice.

[brokenweapon]

[There is strong static, and for once there's something like fear in the assassin's voice.]

This is Jason Bou-- [Loud burst of static.] --uck in a ce-- [Static.] --an't get ou--

[Sustained static for about twenty seconds. Ghosts have come out to fuck with his mind play.] --o, you're not Mar-- [Static.] --t awa-- [Crackle, crackle, low wailing in

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[Private]

[terminates]

[Dammit, Bourne, why you do dis. :|]

What's down there?

[Private]

[brokenweapon]

[Because his very reason for existence is to make your life difficult. Duh :|]

Rows of cel-- [Static.] --ther wardens with me.

[He is very emphatically not mentioning the flashes of Marie and other people he's known. Not yet.]

[Private]

[terminates]

[Yeah, well...YOUR MOM.

Also, he kind of picked up on the 'Marie' bit there; he just won't mention it. (Yet.)]

What else can you see?

[Private]

[brokenweapon]

[Clever one, that Slade.]

There's pe-- [Crackle, crackle.] --own here that shouldn't b-- [Hisssssss like bacon on a stove.] --ot from the Barge.

[Private]

[terminates]

[Very clever. Also, it takes him a moment to translate that mess, but he gets it.]

Ghosts?

[Private]

[brokenweapon]

[Just because of how Slade says it, he figured out that Slade knows, so he knows that Slade knows that he knows that Slade knows...ad nauseam.]

Yes, but there are-- [Hiss.] --ple who are alive too.

[Private]

[terminates]

Other wardens. I know.

[Because he pays attention to what everyone else is saying. Yeah.]

Did you hear the Admiral's announcement?

[Private]

[brokenweapon]

Not just wardens. Other people.

[Crackle.] --ouncement? No.

[Private]

[terminates]

[He will not comment on that, yes. Also, have yourself A SOMEWHAT LENGTHY PAUSE.]

I'm coming down.

[Private]

[brokenweapon]

[Gee thanks, Slade, it's not like he's DYING DOWN HERE OR ANYTHING. :|

Interference, followed by another lengthy pause. This sentence is oddly clear given the recent static.]

She says I killed her.

[Private]

[terminates]

[HE'S COMING, GEEZ, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT. :| Also, there's an 'oh shit' moment of silence before he answers.]

It's not her.

[Private]

[brokenweapon]

[Mysterious announcement is mysterious.]

[Static.] --n't be. I know. Have to-- [Crackle.] --elling myself that.

[But he sounds a little like he's losing that battle.]

[Private]

[terminates]

[Sadly, Slade is really horrible at the whole 'comforting other people' thing. However, he's sounds confident -- firm and even sincere (in his own way) -- when he responds.]

I'll find you.

[Private]

[brokenweapon]

[Pause.]

Than-- [Here the transmission fuzzes out into white noise.]

[Private]

[terminates]

[HRM.]

I'll check in soon.

[To make sure you're still SANE. And stuff.]

[Private]

[brokenweapon]

[A few minutes after 2 AM, and thankfully without being half-drowned.]

Not i-- [Static.] --orth or Ea-- [Static.] No water he-- [White noise.]