032 → Voice

[viced]

Well, it's funny how quickly time flies when you're having fun, isn't it? [ Oh there's so much sarcasm there. He's had such a great week. Actually, there's a pretty annoyed edge to his tone. ]

I want to thank eveyrone who's stayed calm over the past week and a half. The way the community's pulled together has been really inspiring. I know I can't speak on a national scale, or even a state-wide scale [ :( ] but I can assure you that as a city, we're going to make sure that we have procedures in place, and that we can do everything we can to ensure both the safety of both the natives, and you. If anyone has any suggestions, my brand new communicator's on, and my door's open, so I'd be happy to entertain any ideas.

That being said, please remember that the authorities are out there to help you, and if you suspect something shitty's going down, I'd encourage you to report it to the people you trust the most, as well as the police.

[ A small pause. He taps a pen on the table. ]

Stay safe out there, and let's pray we're overreacting.


[ ENCRYPTED TO JAMES BOND ]

The song from the fucking bodyguard, you shithead?

[ /End encryption ]

Comments

[bullseye]

You never stop whinin', do ya? WAH WAH! Jesus.

[viced]

I think your perceptions are a bit off, buddy. I'm not the one whining around here.

[bullseye]

You're the one crying about a little threat.

[viced]

Crying isn't exactly the word I'd use. You upset that I'm not simpering in a corner at the thought of being in your sights?

[bullseye]

Yeah, a little.

[viced]

It takes a little bit more than that to upset me. Better luck next time, though. You'll be a real supervillain eventually.

[bullseye]

I wasn't even trying, Bitchell.

[but he's hanging up suddenly and punching something]