DontPissUsOff
28-07-2004, 22:13
He had spent half the night thinking about her voice in his head. "FCIH. It didn't make sense. It didn't make any sense. He wrote down every word she had said, and looked at them incessantly, to no avail. He was about to give up, when he shuffled the scraps of paper around yet again, and read them. Sand. Lima, Charlie. Foxtrot Hotel, India Hotel. It could not be....could it? He picked up the telephone and dialed the Foreign Office.
OOC: This may get somewhere. May not. I dunno, depends how I work it all out.
OOC: This may get somewhere. May not. I dunno, depends how I work it all out.