Zoe is Not PanickinghamalkahFebruary 3 2006, 23:36:07 UTC
"Charles." Zoe hunched over the wheel of the dune buggy, praying that she looked normal. "Charles, I need you." Blessed are you, Lord our God, ruler of the universe, who rescues us from our adversaries. "Zoe." Charles' face came onto the phone. "Shit, Charles, where the hell have you been? Hodge is here, Albert is virtually complete, I screwed up and blew my cover, and Creed is one creepy-ass mofo." She added the last three words in English, knowing it would piss him off. Blessed are you, Lord our God, Ruler of the Universe, who teaches us to make light of trying situations. "Are you safe?" "Unless by 'safe' you really mean 'still on the island and in full view of the freaking choppers that are looking for me, no, I'm not exactly safe." That set him back somewhat. He swore in German and left, to return two minutes later with a viable game plan approved from On High. God, she loved the government. "Right, here's what you're going to do. Can you hold on where you are for a while?" "How long is a while?" "It will take us thirty-seven minutes to get a fighter pilot out there." "I can do thirty-seven minutes." "When our guys take out the chopper...swim like hell." "That's the plan?" "It's the best we got." What neither of them mentioned was that he should have left her there to die. Sending help would alert the FoH that the government was breathing down their necks. Who knew what they would do.
Blessed are you, Lord our God, Ruler of the Universe, who sends us people willing to risk everything to save our asses.
"Charles." "Zoe." "Anything you wanted to say to me before I die?" "Yeah. Don't." "Hey Charles." "Zoe..." "When did you learn German?" He hung up. Sleep deprivation will do the most remarkable things to you. Zoe nearly fell off the dune buggy giggling.
"Zoe." Charles' face came onto the phone.
"Shit, Charles, where the hell have you been? Hodge is here, Albert is virtually complete, I screwed up and blew my cover, and Creed is one creepy-ass mofo." She added the last three words in English, knowing it would piss him off.
Blessed are you, Lord our God, Ruler of the Universe, who teaches us to make light of trying situations.
"Are you safe?"
"Unless by 'safe' you really mean 'still on the island and in full view of the freaking choppers that are looking for me, no, I'm not exactly safe."
That set him back somewhat. He swore in German and left, to return two minutes later with a viable game plan approved from On High. God, she loved the government.
"Right, here's what you're going to do. Can you hold on where you are for a while?"
"How long is a while?"
"It will take us thirty-seven minutes to get a fighter pilot out there."
"I can do thirty-seven minutes."
"When our guys take out the chopper...swim like hell."
"That's the plan?"
"It's the best we got."
What neither of them mentioned was that he should have left her there to die. Sending help would alert the FoH that the government was breathing down their necks. Who knew what they would do.
Blessed are you, Lord our God, Ruler of the Universe, who sends us people willing to risk everything to save our asses.
"Charles."
"Zoe."
"Anything you wanted to say to me before I die?"
"Yeah. Don't."
"Hey Charles."
"Zoe..."
"When did you learn German?"
He hung up. Sleep deprivation will do the most remarkable things to you. Zoe nearly fell off the dune buggy giggling.
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