Acknowledgements:
Omi as always
The BTN8rs - with apologies
The Numb3rs dot org crew - since I did the whole alphabet inspired by their challenge
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Charlie stared at the footage on the television, weeping.
Alan sat with his hand over his mouth, in shock.
Don stood tensed and angry, feeling the itch to do something, to help somehow.
Charlie cell phone had been ringing for the last fifteen minutes, but he ignored it.
The house phone had rung for the last ten minutes solid.
Alan's cell rang in the distance, but he didn't move.
Don glanced at his cell the first few times it rang, but ignored it when it said Number Withheld.
When it rang again, he almost ignored it, but checked out of a sense of duty.
He stared at the Caller ID stunned for a few seconds, lost as to why he'd be getting a call from the Pentagon.
"Eppes."
He listened briefly, then held out the phone to his brother.
"It's someone from the Department of Defense. They've been trying to reach you."
Charlie squeezed his eyes shut, forcing the last of his tears from his eyes. His voice was low and angry, almost threatening.
"Tell them to go to hell."