[text][the case of the underfed arrival]

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Food sources.

Warmth.

Insulation.

Furnishings.

Suggestions?

-SH

Comments

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

I believe my First Lieutenant spoke with you before?

I might have a solution to your problem.

[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

Really?

[Surprise.]

Lateness. ;_; Sorry.

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

Possibly.

How would you feel about meeting up?

no worries!

[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

That would be acceptable.

[He decides, after a moment.]

SO KIND.

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

I was hoping you'd say so.

You're familiar with the PCD? Co-ordinates won't be a problem?

lol hdu be late on lj omg

[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

I can use them, yes.

... Pfft. Shuuuuush.

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[Private//Unhackable.]

Alright then, if I say to meet me at [x,y], you name the time?

[private: unhackable]

[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

Three hours.

[private: unhackable]

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

Perfect. I'll see you there?

[private: unhackable]

[lostwoutmyblogr.livejournal.com]

I'll be there.

[Offline]

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

He needs nothing more than that - with the PCD switched off, he heads to the location right away. There are a few last minute things to handle, and he can do those within the time frame.

The building the co-ordinates points to is an old bank, it's been cleaned up and reinforced - often used by Roy and those he trusts for meetings and discussions. It doesn't take him long to tidy the place up, it's been a while with the ongoing bad weather, but by the time the third hour has passed, he's stood waiting on the front steps of the place, propped up against the wall with his arms folded across his chest.