Tabby yawned, stretching and sitting up. “Gee, thanks for not wak-?” She stopped short. She’d been trying to thank Rinvak, but she wasn’t there. “Rin?” She asked the space where she’d been. “Rin? Dan? European dude?” Standing, Tabby strode to look out of the room and into the hallway. The other three Exorcists were nowhere to be seen, but the quiet and imposing presence of Ying was. Tabby raised an eyebrow. “Ying? Where are-?”
“Daniel, Rinvak and Zane left an hour or so ago,” She supplied, slipping a single paper out of the manila folder in her grasp. Tabby seized it from her.
Miss Brown- The letter began, in an unfamiliar script- Miss Rinvak, Daniel and I have begun a pursuit of the fugitive Sister Price. I am afraid this leaves you as the sole protector of the former base and its people. Miss Ying will give you the pager I left with her; please use this to keep in contact with us. Stay safe. Zane Dannover
“Stay safe?” Tabby spoke angrily to the paper, as if it could reach the others. “Stay safe, you stupid pompous ass? Pager, please?” She held out a hand to Ying. Nothing came. She looked over the note to Ying’s face. It was impassive, as usual.
“You can’t yell at them.”
“Watch me. Stay safe? He tells me to stay safe when I’m the only one not out there? Stay safe, and they could all be dying? But, no, someone has to take care of you lot,” She sighed finally. “I’m not gonna yell at him.” Ying raised her eyebrows. “I promise.” The medic nodded, and passed the pager to Tabby. “Tabby to Dannover, over.”
The device crackled, and the militant voice of Zane came over the radio waves. “Zane to Miss Brown, what is the problem? Over.” Tabby rolled her eyes.
“Tabby to Dannover, no problem. Just making sure these work. They’re pretty cool! Over!” Tabby prattled cheerfully, waving Ying away and walking on, holding the walkie talkie to her ear like a phone.
It crackled, and Zane spoke again. “Zane to Miss Brown. These are not toys. Only use them in emergencies. Over.” Tabby let out a gasp of annoyance, glaring at the pager like it was Zane.
“Tabby to Dan, over.”
More crackling as Tabby sat down on one of the hospital beds. “Daniel to Tabs, what is it? Over.”
“Zane to Miss Brown and Daniel, I was serious Miss Brown, over.”
“I was serious Miss Brown,” Tabby mimicked, annoyed.
“Daniel to Tabs, you’re still pressing the button, over.” Tabby blushed, pulling her finger off the button, angrily dropping the communicator onto the bed and standing. As she walked away, she could’ve sworn she heard the device crackle, and Zane’s voice come over one last time.
“Zane to Daniel, I don’t really sound like that do I? Over.”