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To: Nate
From: Pete
Subject: Try not to laugh too loudly.
Looks like you're not the only one slowing down in your old age. I appear to have been shot a few times. Nothing like as bad as you, but then, I'm younger and more attractive than you, and they probably couldn't bring themselves to risk destroying my face.
The sod of it is that I'm not exactly in the country on the up and up, and don't really want to spend time answering official questions, so I've had to resort to the sort of medical care that'd give the Doc a fit, but he doesn't seem to have removed anything vital while he was digging the bullets out, and he's even got a modem I can use while I'm lying here.
Assuming Mandy's contacts don't fuck up smuggling the pair of us out of here, I should be back in the US Monday night - flying into a small airstrip in Montgomery in some kind of rustbucket with a proprellor on the front, as I understand. Any chance you could pick me up there? Bring painkillers.
Pete.
PS. Don't tell Amanda - I'll be back soon enough, and there's no reason to panic her.
PPS. Can't remember if I've already asked you this - ever met a guy name of John Culley? Worked for SIS? No reason you should have, just curious...
PPPS. Defintely don't tell Dom. I can do without getting the old man crap she gives you.
PPPPS. Whatever this moonshine is the Doc gave me as a painkiller is quite interesting. It's sort of like Tequilla, only not as smooth. I think it may be petrol.
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Date: 2004-06-18 02:30 pm (UTC)Nate
PS - She's going to kill you, you realize.
PPS - The name sounds familiar...
PPPS - The Pack's incommunicado in Iran. No opportunity to tattle.
PPPPS - I'll have plenty of real painkillers with me on Monday. Try not to go blind until then.