The Next Step

Char paced around her apartment, frantically stuffing clothes into a bag.  She had planned on calling Sammy from the airport to tell him about her impulsive trip to Philly.  He wouldn't have been happy with her rash desicion, but then, when has he ever been.  Now that she was sure he was behind her in this, she figured it was time for some progressive action; Martin and Moira weren't going to get safely home by her sitting at headquarters, thinking all day.  Of course, she couldn't call him now.  Not after that mysterious phone call she had received just minutes before.  Sammy was being watched and probably bugged too.  In fact, they were all probably being watched, Bud, Sammy, her two other brothers, Lewis and James and herself included. 

Char stopped pacing.  Paulie... Had they thought to keep an eye on Paulie?  He was so new on the scene, so uninvolved.  He was her best chance right now; she wouldn't dare get on a plane and fly into the hands of the bad guys without telling anyone where she was going; God knows what kind of trouble she might find herself in without a way out.  She flipped open her cell and dialed.


"Paulie? It's me."

"Hey, what was that scene all about at Sammy's anyway?"

"Look, Paulie, I don't have time right now but I need you to do something very important for me. Please." She added.

"I don't know, Char.  I'm kind of in the middle of a job Bud gave me earlier."

"This is way more important, Paulie, please." She grabbed her toothbrush and threw it in the bag.

He sighed obviously into the mouthpiece.  "What is it?"

"Alright, I need you to call Sammy and ask him to meet you somewhere; for a cup of coffee maybe.  Make it sound real casual and say as little as possible.  And for the love of God, don't mention my name."

"What's this all about?"

"I need you to tell Sammy that I'm going to Philly.  My flight is tonight.  And tell him they made contact."

"Contact? Look, Char, why're you going back there?  You're asking for trouble!"

"Don't ask questions, Paulie! Just effin' do it!" Char zipped up the bag and slung it over her shoulder.

"Alright! I'll do it.  But you owe me one, sis."

"Yeah, I owe you."  She shut her phone and made her way to the door.  Stopping mid-step, she turned and went back into her bedroom for the envelope.  She placed Martin into a Glad disposable sandwich container and put it in the freezer. Stuffing the envelope with the picture of Moira into her bag, she quickly made her way back to the jeep.

Char was anxious at the airport.  Her legs bounced nervously, her palms sweated.  One step at a time, she reminded herself.  First, board the plane, second, get off the plane, third...well, it was the third step she was so nervous about.  She didn't know what they wanted; hell, she didn't even know if she could give it to them but she knew that meeting with them was the next step to resolving this...this mess.

A beautifully calm voice came over the speaker.  Char wished she felt as calm as the woman sounded. 

Now boarding flight 425 to Philadelphia...

The End

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