The flight to San Francisco had gone more or less smoothly, really. Hell, it had been downright quiet, except for the phone call that Karla had made back while they were still somewhere over Nebraska. Warren had gone pretty quiet from there. The amount of yelling that he could hear from the other end of the phone had been almost as unsettling as the vague knowledge of what they were heading into in the first place.
( One did not simply walk into Alcatraz. )
[NFB, NFI, and once again written with the lovely
glacial_witch! We're almost done with this canon catchup mess, promise!]
( One did not simply walk into Alcatraz. )
[NFB, NFI, and once again written with the lovely
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