IC: Ch 8a: A phone call: Harrison and Jordie

[BenTheRat]

Jordie and Harrison, have your conversation here.

[DetectiveSocks]

"Hello Harrison? Are you there?" As Jordie's voice is rushed and filled with concern.

[DrPeterson]

Yes, this is Harrison. What's wrong?

[DetectiveSocks]

"It's Warren! He's hurt badly! Did the others make it back?"

[DrPeterson]

What? Warren? Keep calm, Jordie, where are you now? The others are just filing in as we speak.

[DetectiveSocks]

A sigh of relief leaves Jordie's breath, "I'm glad the rest of the think tank are smarter then they look. I'm just at the Boston City Hospital, isn't quite the five-star hotel or anything, though hopefully they can put Warren back together." Jordie gives a brief pause, "I haven't heard anything from his surgery, but I'll keep in touch if anything comes up. By the way, what's this new spell you cookin' up?"

[DrPeterson]

His surgery? What happened? How is it?

You notice that Harrison is suddenly more attentive, his voice seeming somewhat distant before.


Do you want me to come over?

[DetectiveSocks]

"I'll be fine by myself, but he's got a big hole in his chest. haven't heard any news yet so far."

[DrPeterson]

A big hole in his chest?! Did he get shot? Listen, I'll be over shortly, you shouldn't be out there alone.

[DetectiveSocks]

"Somebody got their pound of flesh with a knife. Don't worry about me, I don't need anybody to hold my hand 'cross the street, I can look after myself."

[BenTheRat]

With that, Harrison hangs up.