[Text | Day 20 | Mid-daylight]

[not_plan_m]

Get off the beach, etc. Not that it matters.

Fuck this place.

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[femshep]

You wouldn't tell me even if I asked, would you?

How many casualti

Who

[Yeah, there's nothing she can say. Especially with how little she actually knows him. But he's tech-savvy enough, he can probably tell she at least tried.]

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[token_vengeance]

It's really wearing you down, isn't it.

[not_plan_m]

I hope the watchdogs are watching. I'm going to bring this place down one pixel at a time.

[token_vengeance]

Care to tell me why?

[He has a hunch. Eliot hasn't opened up, but he isn't an idiot--far from it. And he can put the pieces together easily enough. But unlike what Charles and others might think, he does have compassion. He won't push someone unless necessary.

And now? Is not necessary.]

[not_plan_m]

[The reply doesn't come until a few hours later, Hardison uncertain he could even bring himself to type it, or find a reason to reply, but anyone who did not know would know sooner or later, and if they did not, they should. People should know. But the whole truths aren't there, just pieces, and it's taken this long to type those out, alone.]

Bodies in the offices. One of them is a teammate of mine.

[Is. Not Was. He couldn't bring himself to use the past tense. His description of her as a teammate is far below what he'd like to have used to describe her, but it's all anyone needs to know, and all he can manage to type in this state.]

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[distinctive_guy]

I'm on my way back.

You need anything?

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[not_plan_m]

No.