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So. Fucking. Hungry.

Where the hell are you, Andre? Where in the fuck did you go? If it's where I think it is, when I get there, I'm going to throttle you.

And here I thought if I was that much closer to you, I wouldn't lose you again.

re: the web

... this is the weirdest thing.

...

Aurelius... just fired me.

A message left on Z's voice mail.

"I got those tickets, Andre. They had a special... eight for the price of five."

It might have sounded like he was smiling when he said this.

As of six pm last night, which happened to be a Friday, Dom's office was locally declared as a disaster area. From one corner of the room to the other, there were piles and piles of disconnected telephones, each the same make and model as the other. They only differed in their wear and tear. Phones were piled on the desk, on the table, the filing cabinets, shelves, the planter, and on top of Dom himself, who was stretched out on the couch in the middle of a nice, deep sleep. One could tell by the snoring.

Dom walked Z's halls, going directly to the people he knew might be the most amiable to help.

He stopped at Alice's door and knocked.

Dominic knocks lightly on Z's door. He didn't want to bother the man, considering the headache he'd had, but work goes on. Unfortunately.

Dominic wandered up to Del's office and smiled at her 'guards'.

"What's up, dudes?"

Dominic knocks on Z's office door.

"Honey, are you ready for our dinner date? You aren't still trying to decide between the black dress or the blue skirt, are you?"

There is a note on Dominic's door.

"Out of the office until further notice (or December 28th, whatever comes first.) Merry Christmas all of you bastards.

PS: Deliveries should be left beside the door. You have been paid, so bugger off."

Dominic barracades himself in his office and puts his phone on 'do not disturb'. This is going to be a very long week.

Christ.

Everything is going to hell. I don't know how many people they've sent in after Octavius, but none of them come back. At least none of my people have disappeared. Auri sent Dr. H off for two weeks. I'd like to have stayed in touch with her. Worried that she might get taken as well.

This isn't as bad as that debacle a few years back, but it's getting tothat point. I was hoping nothing like that would happen again.

Alas, life is h--shit! I'm missing General Hospital!

Fourteen days from 0800 hours on 10-01-2005.

We shall see.

Hm. First impressions are interesting things.