Hi!
So, this is the third in one day?
I know, I'm amazing.
Don't thank me or anything.
Hehe
Big one coming up.
Chapter
And How Those Letters. . .
Part I
Facebook chat
Marian Turner & Victor Benedict
VB: Hey sweetheart. You ok?
MT: Yeah, you?
VB: Bit tired. You still alive then?
MT: Yup, sorry to disappoint.
VB: Not disappointed, relieved
MT: Aww
VB: I know, my masculinity is going down the drain
MT: I think it's sweet
VB: That's what I'm worried about
MT: How is that bad?
VB: You're going to use it as ammo against me
MT: Who would I tell?
VB: Oh, I don't know. Trace, Uriel, Will, Xav, Yves and Zed?
MT: Too late, the message is in their inbox now.
VB: Damn you woman.
MT: Love you too. How's the Lucky situation?
VB: No improvement.
MT: None?!
VB: Nope. It takes time.
MT: I know. But you've had nearly two weeks. I'm coming back next Friday.
VB: I know Marian. But it's going to take longer than we thought.
MT: How much longer?
VB: I don't know!
MT: But you're in charge of it!
VB: It's still gonna take longer.
MT: You said you had it under control!
VB: I do!
MT: You also said there had been 'major improvement and will tell you later'
VB: Well, there isn't.
MT: . . . . . . So you lied. . . . .
VB: No!
MT: Do you have any more news?
VB: No.
MT: You said you did.
And you don't.
VB: No.
MT: Vick. That's a lie.
VB: Fine!
MT: ?
VB: Yeah I lied.
MT: Anything else you've lied about?
VB: Ok, I lied about the situation. Happy?
MT: Happy? Victor Benedict! Of course I'm not happy!
VB: Oh, wait. Let me drop everything and aspire to your smallest needs.
MT: What are you talking about?
VB: You!
MT: What about me? I've never asked you to do anything for me.
VB: Haha. Good joke Turner.
MT: Really! Fine!
VB: Fine what?
MT: Fine I'm just thinking that you're a jerk.
VB: That's the thing about you Marian.
MT: Oh, I am simply dying of curiosity.
VB: You're constantly talking the talk about how you're do tough
MT: Just talk is it?
VB: Yes. But it never comes to anything.
MT: Oh really?
VB: Yes really. It's all Lucky Lucky Lucky.
MT: That's a lie!
VB: No its not!
MT: Yes it is and you know it!
VB: It's the truth.
MT: No.
VB: Yes
MT: No! What are we? 5?
VB: Yes you are. You are such a child.
MT: How?!
VB: With you it's all proving the damsel isn't in distress and she can save herself thank you very much. It's all playing soldiers and fighting the bag guys for the greater good. Then you're gonna come home. Kiss everyone and smile waiting to go back out there. You have no idea how much hurt you're causing me, your dad, Amy. How much worry. We are scared shitless about you being out there and you couldn't care less. You don't care about anyone but yourself and you just think that if you're ok, everyone's ok. But, newsflash Marian. We're not and I repeat my point. You don't care.
1 minute later
MT: Well aren't you all high and mighty with your wounded attitude. Let's just rethink that Vick. First. There is absolutely no way you can tell me that I'm 'playing soldier' What the hell are you talking about? I am a soldier in the American Army, in Afghanistan, fighting and risking my life every day to make sure you stay safe over in 'God's country'. Don't you dare think that I don't care about the people over in America. I love them and if you just think back. I was willing to give up my job and take a smaller job over in Colorado with you in that house you bought. I was going to do that because I knew you were scared for me. But, maybe I'm wrong. The reason I'm happy over here is that I am surrounded my people I like who are going through the same thing. Another reason it may look like none of us care over here is that we're scared too. We know that any moment might be our last and if you were in our position, would you really want to spend those last minutes moaning because you want to be back home? It's exactly the same with you and those stuffed shirts you call FBI agents. So, maybe I will stay over here now. Seeing as you will have absolutely no worries about never seeing me again. I think I'll stay over where people understand why I'm out here.
VB: Thank you for proving my point so thoroughly.
MT: What point is that Victor?
VB: You . . . Don't . . . Care . . .
Dun Dun Daaaaa!
xx