What the hell did he mean, if she couldn't contact them?
She found out within minutes, calling Broots, Sydney, her father, the Center... and finding all of those numbers either out of order or belonging to someone else.
"NO! I do not want to know what your pizza special of the day is, you pinhead!" Miss Parker shouted as she paced. "I want to talk to the Director-- goddamnit. You are the cherry topping on the crap sundae of my day, kid, just forget it!"
She slammed the phone shut and threw it at the bed, pushing her hands through her hair and counting to ten. Could the phone be a trap, somehow? Could they be, God, somewhere out of phone service from regular-- no, that was stupid. Jesus, what was going on?
She stopped pacing to glare at Spencer again. "So. What happens now?"
Aside from noting where he put the pieces of her gun, yup.
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Date: 2017-07-16 12:26 am (UTC)She found out within minutes, calling Broots, Sydney, her father, the Center... and finding all of those numbers either out of order or belonging to someone else.
"NO! I do not want to know what your pizza special of the day is, you pinhead!" Miss Parker shouted as she paced. "I want to talk to the Director-- goddamnit. You are the cherry topping on the crap sundae of my day, kid, just forget it!"
She slammed the phone shut and threw it at the bed, pushing her hands through her hair and counting to ten. Could the phone be a trap, somehow? Could they be, God, somewhere out of phone service from regular-- no, that was stupid. Jesus, what was going on?
She stopped pacing to glare at Spencer again. "So. What happens now?"
Aside from noting where he put the pieces of her gun, yup.