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Date Posted: 06:53:43 05/09/06 Tue
Author: Remy
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Shaylin McLean 's message, "
They say home is where your heart is
And I guess it's true.
And they say you can't go back
But I'm closin' my eyes and driving through
" on 06:42:57 05/09/06 Tue

(This mission was going to be the death of him, he had already been warned by several of his cabinet members that he was pushing the limits of his body's ability to cope with stress and that he was going to have another heart attack if he didnt just sit down for a moment. He had already fired three aides and leveled a nasty look on the fourth one when he jogged into the comm room with a phone in his hand.) Yes? (He said in a less than congenial voice, but sighed when he was told it was his wife. He had been trying his hardest to see to everyone's happiness, but he was stretched thin and things were only getting more difficult. He had three teams out in the field at the moment, a total of thirty two of his agents that he was keeping tabs on and counseling. And besides that he had a best friend who had clinically died four days earlier, a friend who was stuck in a bad situation in Thailand, an epidemic of missing medical supplies, some poorly trained help and an infant son at home. He was still angry with himself over his behavior three days earlier with Shay in his quarters and as of yet hadnt found a way to reconcile the situation with himself. He had spoken to her nightly, and once or twice otherwise just to see how she was doing, but more often than not he would get distracted during the conversation and have to run off to put out fires or issue directives. It was just too much on him and he was about to snap.) Shay? (He questioned into the phone, his voice sounding at once tense, tired and concerned. He hadnt been sleeping well at quarters, when he did it was at odd times and for short intervals.. he had teams in the field, there was no time to sleep.) What do you need sweety? (That was how it was now, never 'hey, how's it going'.. he just assumed if she called she had something she needed, it wasn;t simply to talk to him.)

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