[recorded accidentally -- Flack's still in the clinic, and he wakes up with a groan, hand coming to his head. It hurts like hell, and either wants an aspirin the size of Montana, or for someone to just shoot him and put him out of his misery. Montana. Heh. Monroe would appreciate that]

What the -- where am I?

[Then it all comes rushing back ( Read more... )

[recoooorded!]

Hey, uh -- someone, a medic, somebody, I need some help here. I think... well, actually, I'm pretty sure somebody just took a nasty fall down the stairs and I definitely can't move him to the clinic all by myself.

Ah. Ah, thanks. I'll be... here. Four -- thirteenth floor.

( Filter: Messer )

[Recorded. Anyone listening will hear the sound of somebody hitting the floor, then --]

-- AAAAHH--!!!

[and silence, then shifting.]

What? What's -- guys? Mac? Stella? What's goin' on? The shooting...

Oh my God. The shooting!

I'm dead. I'm - I'm actually dead! But - I can't die yet! I didn't - and Flack - aw, man... jeez, I'm useless. I hope ( Read more... )