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[calltheundertaker]

Howdy, this's Jesse McCree Cole Cassidy. I ain't here at th' moment, but if'n ya leave a message I'll get back t' ya soon's I can. Thank ya kindly.

BEEP

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[calltheundertaker]

Alright, well now I know.

[He chuckles, imagining Jack showing up and thinking no one will know who he is, and Jesse McCree knowing. Oh man that would put his regulation briefs in a twist.]

[His voice softens a bit because yeah he had to figure that was weighing on Angela a bit. She worried about a lot of things, what would happen when Morrison came back had to have been one of them.]


I'm glad ya told me Doc. Did he say anythin' bout what happened to Geneva?

ignore this if you want- we can handwave the rest if you'd like

[caduceusvalkyrie]

[She could tell him. Right there, she could tell him everything Jack had told her. About Gabe, being alive, being who he became. But she shook her head even though it was voice.]

Not really, just what we already know. With the addition that Jack somehow survived.

[Oh it was good that this wasn't video or even worse, face to face. There was probably a low chance she could have lied.]

how about a convenient interruption?

[calltheundertaker]

[There's something off about her voice, something that makes Jesse think she's leaving something out and it's bothering her.]

Yeah, that's a pretty big thing t' know. Is there--

[But then there's a voice interrupting his question, reasonably clear, probably because Lucifer just draped on him and is talking next to his ear]

Hey, Costner! C'mon, let's get going, unless you want to try and bodyguard from the hotel. I found a place that has a buffet and strippers. Fuck, I love Vegas.

[He sighs the sigh of the perpetually weary, yet also fond.]

Yeah boss, gimme a sec.

[Then he's talking to Mercy again]

Gotta go Doc, gimme a call though, it's nice t' hear from ya.