IC Inbox: In the Night

[worthallthis]

[There is no message for the voice inbox. Just a beep.]

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[worthallthis]

I was hit by sand, too. Interesting dreams. Not sure what the purpose was.

[The next day, shortly after the text comes through, Bruce will be able to check his hollow church pew to find a note, himself. It's not quite as neat as Bruce's handwriting, but it's clearly readable. Soldat may have made like 3 copies before coming up with one that stays all in the same language and handwriting style throughout.]

Avoiding risks is good. We will be a large and very noisy group so that may not be possible, and cars will not fit in a lot of spaces in the forest. Dean and Sam might be better off on bikes. Not sure if the bikes will hold Daylight, but he may be able to keep up on foot. I probably could as well, but I will not risk Misty on anyone else's bike than mine.

Misty will come if we promise to share our intel. She is unhappy with the secrecy.

[Soldat actually finds it kind of charming, in a formerly-a-secret-assassin way, but also only if they share intel afterwards. It's not like they don't understand hypervigilance. (And they have a word for it now, thanks PTSD book!)]

[pearlstrings]

Me either. Though I'm admittedly more concerned about where they came from.

[A new note inside the pew that very same day.
I agree that the car will be difficult to maneuver, but I'm not sure he'll be convinced. He's very proud of himself. Besides, as it's the only once receiving a signal it'll be a good way to tell us if we're getting off track.

I'm willing to share what we find. With the caveat that in the unlikely event we stumble on something that will inspire terror or hysteria, we weigh the cost of truth against the price of omission.

As an aside, do you have earplugs? If not, please acquire a pair for both of you before we depart. I have a recording in case of emergency.]