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| Courier Service; Somewhere in France | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 15 2009, 06:00 PM (231 Views) | |
| Private Thomas | Jan 15 2009, 06:00 PM Post #1 |
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Private Thomas stood at attention while his C.O., Lieutenant Springli, spoke to Colonel Mace over a secure line. "Hanged himself in the shower," Springli said, his dark eyes even darker for the grimness of his tone. "Looks like he did it with his belt. They found him at the morning shift change when he didn't answer his door. No, no tampering. The locks on the box are intact, and the cuff is still on his wrist. Yes, we found a short note." Thomas set his jaw as he thought about the scene in the bathroom. Two knocks, then entry when there'd been no response. Dr. Petit's bloodshot eyes looked like mottled river stones in the swollen pillow of his face. His tongue, too, had swelled up and out past his lips like a fat piece of raw steak. It might have been comical if it hadn't been so gruesome. As far as Thomas knew, Petit's body was still there, hanging like meat. "Of course, sir. No, obviously it would be impractical to send someone else from Geneva, especially considering that Petit's was one of the last survivors who remembered seeing it in use. Yes sir. Of course sir. We'll handle it." Lieutenant Springli returned the phone to its cradle and stood. "We'll be proceeding to Cardiff as planned, and then return to the Valiant. I'll send in Jenkins to keep watch with you while the coroner collects the body. You, meanwhile, are hereby promoted to courier duty." "Courier duty, sir?" Without answering, Lieutenant Springli walked around the corner and into the hotel bathroom. There were a series of metallic clicks and snaps, and then he emerged with a The Box. "Courier duty," he said again, and held The Box out to Private Thomas. Reluctantly, Thomas took the handle and let Springli affix the cuff to his wrist. |
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