James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes (
trainwrecked) wrote2014-06-01 12:17 am
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It took a while, before he dialed the phone on the card. Weeks, he thought, he wasn't very good at keeping up with the dates. Or, rather, he didn't care that much.
But time had passed since the party. He'd memorized the information, then burned the card - in his experience already, anything after the last wipe wasn't going away, so he was using what part of his memory he could. Extensively.
In the end, though, he just picked a street phone and punched the number.
"Ms. Fukuyama?" Yes, she'd told him to call her Fuu. He couldn't be sure she'd pick up the phone herself. "This is James Banes."
That was how normal conversations went, wasn't it?
But time had passed since the party. He'd memorized the information, then burned the card - in his experience already, anything after the last wipe wasn't going away, so he was using what part of his memory he could. Extensively.
In the end, though, he just picked a street phone and punched the number.
"Ms. Fukuyama?" Yes, she'd told him to call her Fuu. He couldn't be sure she'd pick up the phone herself. "This is James Banes."
That was how normal conversations went, wasn't it?
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He sounded tired, for a moment.
"You don't want to get caught up in what will follow if I answer truthfully here. But I guess it's closer to 'yes' than 'no.'" Beat. "Just not the kind of 'yes' in which people might open fire at me at a random moment."
Unless he slipped. Where they could catch him.
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An unusual sort of man.
"Aaron's." She named a bar downtown. "It's a dive bar. I trust you can find it."
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"Twenty-one hundred?"
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It was Fuu. Wryness couldn't resist creeping in, if only a little.
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... and then he put it together. His mouth twitched, behind the phone receiver, but his voice was as serious as when he was mentioning the hour.
"The very one." Yes, he was, in fact, capable both of thinking fast... and of traces of humor. It just wasn't something that occurred to him easily, these days, the latter one.
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"9:00, then, Mr. Banes. Safe flight."