Nov 23, 2006 23:41
It wouldn't be long now. They had told him where to go. They had told him what to do.
And it was generally understood by everyone that it wasn't going to go that way. That the only way it could go was bloody and messy.
But they had to pretend that there was another way, just to soothe their sense of decency. Pretending was important.
El just had a few loose ends to tie up before he left.
[[Locked to a few certain people. Put up early to take out the time zone messiness equation. That they met is fine to broadcast. What they talked about? Not so much.]]
john connor,
rescue plot,
thursday next,
el mariachi