Voicemail

[raspberryturk]

Yo. This is Reno, obviously not answering the phone. If you knew how to call my phone in the first place, you sure as hell know how to leave a message. Oh, look. A beep, yo.

Beep!

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[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Yo Reno!" Murdock's giddiness probably came through the machine loud and clear. "I got us a line on a chopper. Give me a holler and let me know when's good for ya."

There was a faint, yet distinct Whooooooo! coming through the line just before it went dead.

[raspberryturk]

If anybody wondered at the loud "Whooooooooo!" that emanated from room 429 sometime Friday afternoon, it wasn't anything to be worried about, really.

It was just Reno, getting this message before feverishly checking his schedule to see what day he had free. It would have to be a day, dammit, because once he got up into the air, the only thing he was coming down for was fuel.

[I'll ping you tonight after work if you're on to talk about what day works for the both of us. :) Yay, chopper!]