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[failureisntachoice]

[ An automated voice speaks because someone hasn't bothered to set up a proper voicemail. The only part in her voice is her name. ] You have reached Agent Texas. Leave a message at the tone.

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voice

[fuckai]

Where the hell are you?

And I swear to fucking shit, Tex. You better not be running into another pointless war.

[Behold, a moment of actual concern.

... And a good amount of annoyance.]

voice

[failureisntachoice]

You really think I'm enjoying being in a cramped room with a bunch of-- [ Are people listening to her? Can they hear her? Ugh whatever better to be semi civil. ]

I'm not involved by choice. Asshole.

voice

[fuckai]

[Okay, he had a whole rant about getting dragged into bullshit wars they shouldn't have been a part of to begin with ready to go. In fact, he was almost itching to bring up the whole abandoning your team to fly off and end the war in what amounted to a suicide run, but...]

Holy shit! You got kidnapped?

[..... Church. You should sound worried. Regardless of whether or not Tex is, apparently, able to answer calls.]

voice

[failureisntachoice]

What the fuck do you think?

[ Is this the conversation they're having? Really? She wishes she could say she was surprised. ]

Do you have something useful to say? Because we're trying to get the hell out of here.

voice

[fuckai]

That you'd be on the first ship into being able to shoot people, not shoved in whatever cell they're keeping you guys.

[Actually--]

Wait. What the hell kind of kidnappers keep communication lines open, anyway? Even the reds had enough sense to turn off radios.

voice

[failureisntachoice]

Either the stupid kind or ones that are monitoring everything we say in hope for intel. I'm going to go with the latter.

[ She sighs. She wishes they were as stupid as the sim troopers. ]