And it is not a tone of voice you ever wanna hear.
"Ellen?"
He starts moving up to the window - stupid, since it silhouettes you, but goddammit, he needs to check on her.
"Ellen, you there?"
He fiddles with his radio and mike, gently smacking them as he brings the rifle to his shoulder, peering through the scope along the tracks where she should be.
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Date: 2013-02-25 06:31 am (UTC)And it is not a tone of voice you ever wanna hear.
"Ellen?"
He starts moving up to the window - stupid, since it silhouettes you, but goddammit, he needs to check on her.
"Ellen, you there?"
He fiddles with his radio and mike, gently smacking them as he brings the rifle to his shoulder, peering through the scope along the tracks where she should be.
"C'mon, Ellen, talk to me."