Normal disclaimer apply.
Characters’ not mine, no disrespect intended
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A phone call at 3am.
Help required
‘Top secret’ and ‘a matter of national security’ endlessly repeated.
Refusal not an option.
Charlie slips downstairs as dawn breaks the sky.
He briefly considers waking his father or maybe calling Don, but tell them what?
A consulting job
Not sure where I’ll be, don’t know when I’ll be back.
In the end he finds a piece of paper
Dad
An urgent consulting job has come up.
Had to leave .
Speak to you soon.
I love you
Charlie
A dark sedan pulls up outside
Charlie walks from the craftsmen.
Not sure when he’s coming back.
First time i've written in years
thought i'd give it a go.
No Beta
So all mistakes mine.