141 - One Hundred Forty One

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[click, static]

Breaker, breaker, this is Whiskey calling out for—

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Well, I’m not sure, actually. I thought…I thought Birdie had started transmitting again and even though things sounded a little different to me, I didn’t think much of it, thought maybe the signal was just getting weaker, except…

Birdie has never sent me numbers before. Let alone a string of them without any other information. And listening to them over and over again, trying to understand what they mean…it’s hard to deny that something is different. I thought I’d just gotten so good at translating morse, but you—whoever you are—you’re transmitting slower. I’m sure of it now. 

Which begs the question…how long have you been transmitting? When was the first time I noticed things sounding a little different? When is the last time Birdie sent me something? I have all the messages written down, so I’ll go back through and see if I can pinpoint…

Okay. But first: 4640 10052—those were the numbers you sent through. And I’m damned if I have any idea what it means. It’s not a phone number, or a zip code…it might not even be two separate numbers, though there was a significant gap between them.  

Math has never been my strong suit. So if you want to give me a hint, mysterious stranger…

[click, static]

God, you really are a stranger, aren’t you? There’s someone else out there. 

I—I can’t believe it. 

If this is Birdie and you’ve just changed the style of your transmissions, please tell me? I can’t bear to get my hopes up. 

[click, static]

And if this is Harry messing around somehow, I will come back to Pennsylvania and destroy all your paintings. 

Whiskey out. 

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