The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live. - Flora Whittemore
"She's gone? What do you mean? The library? Or - "
"No, she's left school, Tem. Don't ask me why. This morning she was packed and gone when I got up."
"But... I don't understand!"
"Neither do I, but that's the way it is. Sorry. Really."
The door closed firmly, but Templeton hardly noticed.
Leslie gone? Just like that? Without a word...
"Last chance, guys. I've got a couple others lined up if either of you - ."
"No way, Hannibal. One goes, we all go."
"Face? You with us?"
Face grinned, hoping it looked more confident than he felt. At least the forged orders were safely tucked away. Just a little insurance.
He slid the chopper door shut with a bang.
"Way ahead of you, Colonel."
"Ready for Italiano Supreme, Faceman?"
"All I can say is, Murdock better be right about this place. I have a feeling I should've stayed home."