Letters from Home: Falling from the top of the world
From: Sgt. Karrin Murphy
To: Thomas Raith
Subject: You owe me…
Thomas -
Harry stormed in this morning, threw a piece of paper at me, and ran off before he managed to completely fry my computer. As it is, you owe me: a new cell phone, a new radio, and repairs on the office copier. You may also want to start saving up, because if even half of what his letter (attached) is saying is true, you are going to owe me at least one computer and maybe a new car.
The SI guys have cooled a little on your show, so take heart that you are now only occasionally a laughingstock around Chicago PD. Harry gave up altogether sometime around the second week’s worth of episodes. I still watch, for research purposes, since there are more kinds of you than even Harry knew and God knows SI could use every advantage it can get out there. Harry asks about whatever dumbassery you’ve gotten up to, and I tell him, most of the time. The thing with your sister and that pompous ass from St. Louis though… I didn’t tell Harry that one, figured you wouldn’t want him to go burning your family home to the ground.
There have been some interesting tidbits coming off the internet about your show, Thomas. The fact that you and your little harem seem to drop off the grid has fans turning detective, and some of what they’re claiming to have found is… concerning. I won’t ask about hotel rooms; trust me, I do NOT want to know. But there’s been some hidden camera footage leaks from a nightclub.
Thomas. Heroin is illegal. Just saying.
Try keeping yourself out of trouble,
Karrin
*****
Thomas -
Just talked to Bob. You’ve managed to get your idiot self roped into the priesthood of some ascending mad goddess?! You IDIOT. Seriously, you MORONIC IDIOT. Do we remember how bad Arctis Tor was?! And Mab is only a demigod. You are going to get your ass KILLED if you stay. I told you Drusilla wasn’t Justine. And now she’s a budding goddess. One who can probably KILL YOU just by looking at you. Damn it all Thomas. I can’t come hauling you out of this one.
Get OUT.
Harry
PS - Where did you take Bob? He’s been a gibbering idiot for days, and keeps talking about glittery lesbians.
To: Thomas Raith
Subject: You owe me…
Thomas -
Harry stormed in this morning, threw a piece of paper at me, and ran off before he managed to completely fry my computer. As it is, you owe me: a new cell phone, a new radio, and repairs on the office copier. You may also want to start saving up, because if even half of what his letter (attached) is saying is true, you are going to owe me at least one computer and maybe a new car.
The SI guys have cooled a little on your show, so take heart that you are now only occasionally a laughingstock around Chicago PD. Harry gave up altogether sometime around the second week’s worth of episodes. I still watch, for research purposes, since there are more kinds of you than even Harry knew and God knows SI could use every advantage it can get out there. Harry asks about whatever dumbassery you’ve gotten up to, and I tell him, most of the time. The thing with your sister and that pompous ass from St. Louis though… I didn’t tell Harry that one, figured you wouldn’t want him to go burning your family home to the ground.
There have been some interesting tidbits coming off the internet about your show, Thomas. The fact that you and your little harem seem to drop off the grid has fans turning detective, and some of what they’re claiming to have found is… concerning. I won’t ask about hotel rooms; trust me, I do NOT want to know. But there’s been some hidden camera footage leaks from a nightclub.
Thomas. Heroin is illegal. Just saying.
Try keeping yourself out of trouble,
Karrin
*****
Thomas -
Just talked to Bob. You’ve managed to get your idiot self roped into the priesthood of some ascending mad goddess?! You IDIOT. Seriously, you MORONIC IDIOT. Do we remember how bad Arctis Tor was?! And Mab is only a demigod. You are going to get your ass KILLED if you stay. I told you Drusilla wasn’t Justine. And now she’s a budding goddess. One who can probably KILL YOU just by looking at you. Damn it all Thomas. I can’t come hauling you out of this one.
Get OUT.
Harry
PS - Where did you take Bob? He’s been a gibbering idiot for days, and keeps talking about glittery lesbians.