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September 23, 2001
1943 h

There's a telephone call to the S.T.A.R.S central dispatch & information office.

The question is, is anybody there to pick it up?

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About a two hours later...

Ring, ring!

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Yoko's gotten in contact with the right people and she's hung onto that recording for dear life. She's gonna burn it later, shhh. It's humiliating.

Which is why when the phone rings, she picks it up hesitantly. "H-hello?"

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"Yoko?" It's Becky! Her voice is hoarse, but it's Becky.

"It's me. What's happening at base?"

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"Becky!" There is verbal flailing now, Becky. "Ohgodareoyuokayhwtahappenedi'msosorryiletyoudownand..." She takes a moment to gasp for breath.

"I've let people know. I got a recording of the phone conversation. Did he hurt you?!"

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"I - hey... calm down, hon, I'm okay. Thanks for everything." That's an incredible relief. You couldn't have enough evidence. She pauses to have a drink of something. People are talking in the background.

"Everything's clear here. They have digital video recordings of what happened," Yale's campus, being locked down? Who knew. "So they're looking for him. He got away, it looks like..."

There's a pause.

"He murdered a security guard while I was there, so I'm going to have to stay to give an account."

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"I-I didn the best I could, Becky. I-I'm ust glad it was enough." Yoko listens in quietly as people talk in the background. It must've been terrifying for poor Becky.

"He... he killed someone? Who was he? He said he was the President." She chuckles weakly at that, but she really shouldn't be laughing at a time like this. "How did you get rid of him?"

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"Yeah, he did. I... didn't get his name." She has another drink of coffee, and sits down. She's vaguely uncomfortable with the speed which the police department seemed to abandon her guilt; she WAS innocent, but it was almost like "Fed" was a "get out of jail free" code-word, the password to some kind of club house.

Might explain why the vigilant police force was now playing Gin Rummy in the evidence room. It kinda makes Becky wonder what else feds have done before her that they got this kind of punishment for.

"I shoved a phial of hydrochloric acid into his eye," she says. Then, "Hey... listen. Could you let the team know that I'm going to see Eiko after I'm done here, then I'll be back to fill out paperwork? I'm surprised I have a right hand left."

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"I'll let them know, yeah. B-Becky? I'm really sorry. About having to go through with that." Because nobody wants to have a crazy guy chasing you with a knife through a school. It sounds like a horror movie.

Yoko winces at the bit with the acid. "Ow," she says frankly. "what happened to your hand?"

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She sniffs. "Thanks, Yoko. I appreciate it."

"He cut off one of my fingers," she says, and looks at the huge mitten-like wrap over her right hand. "Well... it's still hanging on there, but it might as well be severed. S'why I have to go see Eiko..."

She sounds tirrred.

"Got some acid on it, too. Looks kind of like bacon..."

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"You're my friend, Becky. I-I always help my friends." Yoko sniffles; she's still worried sick.

"Please be careful, Becky. I hope Eiko can fix it. But... I'm glad you're safe." And boy howdy, does she mean it. "Take care, okay, Becky?"

"A-and get some rest."

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"That's why we love you," she yawns, and then says, "I will. Tell Chris I'll be back in a few hours. Thanks."

Click.