Works in Progress

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Catherine tried to speak, but her throat was dry from sleep. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Trowa?"

"Shh. I haven't got much time." He held up the broken old phone she'd caught him fiddling with earlier. "How long have I been gone? The others aren't responding. The last safe house hasn't been activated. Howard's broadcasting some weird locator for Duo… It feels like I've been gone for a while."

"Uh…" Catherine blinked. "Protocol Zero Three… Eta."

Trowa stared at her, his focus shifting as if he was looking beyond her.

"I'm sorry, Trowa…" She reached forward and touched his cheek. "But Sally said we couldn't risk it. She seemed really scared of the OSB. That Smythe woman would take you away again."

His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he took a shuddering breath. When his green eyes opened again, they refocused on her. "Don't try that again," he said in a hard tone. "Cathy… how long?"

Dirty Computer

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