17th September, 3 pm. Prison Cell
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therealpm*Peter scratches his way through the summary of yet another brief. Apparently he is ahead of what the BIS civil servants had estimated he would be able to summarise. A small satisfaction.
He stretches his hand and stares out the window, willing away the cramping up his forearm and takes another sip of water.*
He stretches his hand and stares out the window, willing away the cramping up his forearm and takes another sip of water.*
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Date: 2012-09-17 08:55 pm (UTC)She raises a finger to her lips, and John, mercifully, obeys for once. He lets her through the wards, and the two of them head back upstairs.
They pass a carefully blank Lindsay on the way. Sally'd forgotten all about him. Well, she hopes he enjoyed that little show.
But now she needs to go up and hug her children, and thank the stars above that they are safe and whole.
And, perhaps, prod her husband into calling some Army friends.*