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Central Park, New York, Late Tuesday Evening
Seely yelped as fingers prodded the gash in his forehead. Loudly. This was not how he'd planned spending this leave.
"Hold still," the girl ordered him, tilting his head to catch the light. "This doesn't look too bad ( Read more... ) -
Fort Benning, Late Friday Evening
"Hey, Booth, check out the fresh meat ( Read more... ) -
Fort Benning, Sunday Night
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Fort Benning, Wednesday Night
The last time Seely had felt this tired, it had been 1936 ( Read more... ) -
Medical Centre Hospital, Sunday Evening
Fighting through a thick grey haze, Seely woke to an off-white ceiling, scratchy starched sheets, and the sound of muffled voices of varying familiarity and volume ( Read more... ) -
Fort Benning, Saturday Evening
"I already said to go on without me. Again." Seely was having this conversation far too often for his liking ( Read more... ) -
Fort Benning, Saturday Evening
"Booth, come on, we're leaving soon and you're not ready."
Seely looked up from cleaning his boots. "I'm not going, Lutrell," he said.
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Fort Benning, Tuesday Evening
Shoulders slumping with fatigue, Seely leant heavily against the wall as he he picked up the phone's handset, dialled a number, and waited for the other end to be picked up.
And waited.
He frowned without realising it as it rang out and went to voicemail. After leaving a message, he hung up, his shoulders slumped just that little bit more.
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Room 624, Arms Hotel, Monday Morning.
The first thing Seely had done once he'd woken up today was shower. A lot. And then some more for good measure.
Right now, though, he was shoving his things back into his bag with far more force than he needed to, because if nothing else this weekend had made any sense, certain parts of Saturday's radio broadcast had been far too clear ( Read more... )