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Message Unheard | Part 3

Sep 20, 2010 15:42

Traffic into Brooklyn was still traffic at almost 6:00 AM. It took just as long as any other day, much to the Admiral's dismay. He didn't even give himself time to settle into his desk before he flipped on his computer and waited for it to boot.

He was antsy. Starbuck had replied to his text message to inform him she was on her way. It only ( Read more... )

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ace_thray September 21 2010, 00:19:42 UTC

Kara felt like she'd run the entire way to the office, and she mostly had. When the cab she'd snagged snarled in traffic halfway to the office, she'd paid, hopped out, and made it the rest of the way on foot. Rather than wait for the rattletrap elevator, she'd taken the stairs two at a time to reach the office, and by the time she opened the door, she was gasping for air. (It was probably time to let up on the smoking, but she'd worry about her respiratory health another time ( ... )

alavicci_cay September 21 2010, 01:41:20 UTC

The Admiral resisted the urge to hug Kara outright, but still gave her arm a squeeze out of appreciation for her concern. He smiled thinly. It felt awkward and different, even if he smiled for the public every day. Al nodded. "Yeah, 'Buck, I'm okay."

He placed his hands on both of her shoulders and gave her a good look-see. She didn't look much better off, if he was being realistic. "You okay?"

ace_thray September 21 2010, 01:48:47 UTC

She brushed off his concern with a practiced shrug, pulling away from him until she was standing beside her desk, facing him.

"Tell me about Tina." There. No use in waiting on him to explain. That he wasn't already out the door without her was enough to calm her down a little, but the bleak look in his eyes coupled with the pale complexion didn't allow her to relax too much.

alavicci_cay September 21 2010, 02:07:43 UTC

"I'm waiting to hear back from Ziggy, but I think she's upstate. In Westchester." Which, he didn't need to remind her, had been their theory for too-long. It was frustrating, to say least. "She called me, said she was on a golf course and it was close to dawn, and then..." Al ran a hand down his face and moved back to his desk to retrieve his cigar. "Something happened. Not sure what, exactly, but it sounded like someone was hauling her away."

The Admiral paced behind his desk. "I'm going up there."

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