So, my phone rings...
Feb. 8th, 2006 12:47![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mapsedgeMy cellphone rings. There are only three people on the planet that ever call me on my cell during the workday, and I know all their numbers. This morning, I didn't recognize the number. I pick up.
"This is William."
"Oh." Pause. A woman's voice. "Not Charlie, I guess."
"Not today, no."
"Sorry. Wrong number."
"Right-o."
Click. Next time, things'll be a little different.
I pick up.
"0895, receiving encrypted. Go ahead on green."
"Oh." Pause. A woman's voice. "Not Charlie, I guess."
Pause. In a tight, tense voice: "Holy shit, somebody got through. MIKE! Take two men, lock the signal, go find her, take care of it!!!"
Click.
Soon. Yes, very soon.
"This is William."
"Oh." Pause. A woman's voice. "Not Charlie, I guess."
"Not today, no."
"Sorry. Wrong number."
"Right-o."
Click. Next time, things'll be a little different.
I pick up.
"0895, receiving encrypted. Go ahead on green."
"Oh." Pause. A woman's voice. "Not Charlie, I guess."
Pause. In a tight, tense voice: "Holy shit, somebody got through. MIKE! Take two men, lock the signal, go find her, take care of it!!!"
Click.
Soon. Yes, very soon.