Voicemail 2.0

[goddamngrenades]

You have reached the voice mail system of Officer Taylor Murray.

When you are finished recording, just hang up or press pound for more options.

To request a locksmith or report a crime, press one.

To hear these options in Spanish, press dos.

To send a verbal confirmation of a written command, press three.

To send a written confirmation of a verbal command, press four.

For delivery options, press five.

To page this person, press six.

To locate your nearest operator, press seven.

To leave a call back number, press eight.

To repeat this message, press nine.

Press zero for other options.

To mark this message as urgent, press eleven.

Thank you for calling, have a nice day.

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Comments

Day 236; Night - Text

[pastdoesntdefine]

I guess no matter how far into the future you go, there's always the few who won't take their shots.

Though given Bifrons is involved, I can't entirely blame them.

Day 236; Night - Text

[goddamngrenades]

Gotta hand it to them, though, they are trying to get this right.

Day 236; Night - Text

[pastdoesntdefine]

Cleaning up after their own mistakes is the least they could do. And given their own lives are on the line? They've every reason not to fail.

Day 236; Night - Text

[goddamngrenades]

I figure they'll get the cure worked out as soon as possible. At least I hope so.

Day 236; Night - Text

[pastdoesntdefine]

They'd better.

I'm afraid the outside still isn't much to talk about. [not on this line, anyway]

Day 236; Night - Text

[goddamngrenades]

One day I'll go out and find it's sunshine and rainbows.

Day 236; Night - Text

[pastdoesntdefine]

If that's what you see, your air supply has probably been spiked.

Re: Day 236; Night - Text

[goddamngrenades]

Doesn't sound like it'd be a terrible trip.

Day 236; Night - Text

[pastdoesntdefine]

I can think of several reasons why it'd be better to have a clear head.

Re: Day 236; Night - Text

[goddamngrenades]

Right. Terrible, painful death if we're not paying attention.

Day 236; Night - Text

[pastdoesntdefine]

Headaches, cotton mouth, dehydration, vertigo. You know how it goes.

Day 236; Night - Text

[goddamngrenades]

I thought we said we wouldn't talk about Casbah?

Day 236; Night - Text

[pastdoesntdefine]

...You know, there are things even I don't want to know about that little side trip of yours back in the day.

I need to shower and see my cat when I'm back. Once Malcolm's received whatever cure serum they come up with, let me know? I'll make sure to visit.

Day 236; Night - Text

[goddamngrenades]

You know you're dying to know. One day I might even tell you.

I will. I'll save a vial for you too, they're gonna probably have us on distribution and crowd control.

Day 236; Night - Text

[pastdoesntdefine]

This will be one time I'm happy to be the last to know.

Immune in general, or you OoJ folks?

Re: Day 236; Night - Text

[goddamngrenades]

Order of Justice. As much as I hope it's soon I hope they give my boss and coworkers time to rest up.

Day 236; Night - Text

[pastdoesntdefine]

Creating a working, viable serum takes time. But even if it's quick or slow, once it's done, it's done. Catch your breath later.

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[goddamngrenades]

Yessir Carolina Sir.

Day 236; Night - Text

[pastdoesntdefine]

[he can't see her roll her eyes. but he can probably imagine it.

There's a delay before she can reply again, however:]

Signal's bad here, think we're hitting a blank spot in the remains of the network. Will let you know once we're back and in quarantine.

Re: Day 236; Night - Text

[goddamngrenades]

Take care, Clair. Talk to you soon.

Day 236; Night - Text

[pastdoesntdefine]

You too.