Brrrring


 


"Hello?"
"It's--it's Scooter."
"Scooter! How ya doin'?"
"Listen, you have to do something. They're denying me bail on appeal!"
"Just calm down, now..."
"I can't do time! You told me at the start that I wouldn't do time!"
"Please, Scoot...take a deep breath..."
"I've been good to you--I've been a good soldier to you..."
"We know it and we appreciate it. Don't worry about a thing."
"Worry? They're fitting me for an orange tuxedo! Listen--I took the fall. I lied to the grand jury. I lied to the goddamn FBI. I stopped it dead. I didn't hesitate. You know I didn't hesitate for a moment!"
"Scooter, you're one of us. You're made. We owe you for this."
"But I--can't--do--time! You gotta understand--I can't go in there!"
"Calm down, Scooter. There's no need to worry. Listen to me."
"Because if I go in, I'll break! I know I will! And there's a number of things I know that they'd very much like to hear--oh God oh god, I didn't mean it to sound like that, I'm sorry I'm sorry..."
"Scooter."
"*snuk*--what?"
"Calm the fuck down."
"O--OK."
"Now listen to me. Nobody's doing any time. You hear me?"
"I hear you."
"Good. That's good. Now just sit tight. Everything's going to be taken care of. Scooter?"
"Yes?"
"We got it covered."
"Thanks. I--thanks."
*clik*

Posted: Monday - July 02, 2007 at 10:33 PM        


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