TWENTY-THREE-POINT-FIVE : Didn't I tell you not to go out, didn't I?

[wristsniper]

[Hi Mayfield! Guess who left bloody tracks all over the streets? Feel free to notice and comment.

She made it home, barely. And she sounds half-dead.

Backdated to Sunday.]

[Filtered AWAY from children]
I need a doctor. A magical one, I think.

Comments

[gaydrill]

... Generalmajor? [ He doesn't like the sound of your voice. ]

[wristsniper]

--Did this really go out to everyone?

[gaydrill]

... It seems so.

You don't sound alright. What happened? Did you get any help yet?

[wristsniper]

A doctor is on the way.

I was attacked.

[gaydrill]

... Someone used this day for their own good, ja? [ He kind of figured a Major General would have an enemy or two. And Olivier can't lose that easily! ]

[wristsniper]

He ordered me to come to his house and made me sit still while he mutilated my hands. That's what I'm dealing with.

He's from Amestris.

[gaydrill]

[ He makes a face, shaking his head a bit. ] I can't even imagine what that must have felt like.

Someone I should be wary of?

[wristsniper]

It was excruciating. Still is.

...Kimbley. In fact, will you inform Hughes, Hawkeye, and Prussia for me? I'm probably not going to be useful for several days, and they need to know.

[gaydrill]

[ He squeezes the phone a bit, feeling his hands itch a bit at the thought. ]

That's the least I can do in this situation. Is there anything else I should inform them about?

[wristsniper]

Give them his name, and the details only if they ask.

I'll contact them myself once my hands are restored.

[gaydrill]

Very well then, I'll do it now.

I wish a quick recovery for you.

[wristsniper]

Thank you. If you have no other plans, come by tomorrow. I need to dictate some things.

[gaydrill]

I'll stop by. See you tomorrow.

[ Click. Time to make phone calls! ]