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[suicidemission]

[ Chuck's incredibly jittery and doing anything beyond texting is something he cannot even fathom at the moment. He'd ignored the device, at first. It was not his, and he didn't want it or need it and he damn sure didn't trust it. The person who'd found him in the pool had to explain what it was and what it was for.

That said, he is far too shaken to use it properly. It takes several tries to get out what little he manages to type. ]

This is Ranger Charles Hansen R-CHAN_512.66-D reporting in. Can anyone hear me?


[ For the moment, that's enough. It's all he can fucking manage right now and there's a distinct pause between this typed segment and the rest of what he wants - what he WILL - to say.

he's alive, he's alive, this isn't possible, he pushed the button, heard the explosion, felt the fires, heard it, smelled it --

fuck fuck fuck -- ]

I repeat, this is Ranger Charles Hansen. I am requesting information on Rangers Raleigh Becket and Mako Mori, location and status. Please advise: Was the mission a success?

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[suicidemission]

[ Well that's -- quite the welcome. Chuck pauses for longer than is comfortable, staring down at the device as he taps his thumb against the side.

Figures. Figures.

Not that he hadn't had assumptions based on the brief conversation with Alex, but still.

Why Becket?

Also, answer his goddamn question. ]

Did you finish the mission?

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[righthemisphere]

[Well what else did you want him to do, Chuck. Roll out a ticker-tape parade? Nothing is good enough for you, is it.]

We detonated.

[Whether or not it worked.. that's a good question. So he's not going to answer it. Because.. rightfully.. he can't.]

Where are you??

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[suicidemission]

did you close the breach?

[ well it was just...enthusiastic. he didn't know what to do with okay, jesus. ]

lost.

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[righthemisphere]

[Well gee, you're helpful.]

What's around you? I'm on the 2nd floor.

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[suicidemission]

[ about as helpful as you're being. ]

theres a lot of stairs.

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[righthemisphere]

This building has like ten floors, that doesn't mean much. Is there anything near you like a library or a bar or gym?

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[suicidemission]

books

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[righthemisphere]

[Oh my fuck are you for serious right now]

Come all the down to the ground floor. There's a kitchen here. I'll meet you in the great hall and debrief.

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[suicidemission]

[ see how annoying it is to NOT GET THE INFO YOU WANT ]

fine