[A cumulative half an hour later, Beckett is at the door, rapping lightly. If there's no answer, she's prepared to pick her way in. She's covered in kevlar around her torso and leather around her extremities, not that they'll entirely safeguard her.]
Ken? C'mon, Ken, we've got to get you out of here, get you somewhere safe. I'm not leaving!
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Date: 2010-05-13 04:33 am (UTC)Ken? C'mon, Ken, we've got to get you out of here, get you somewhere safe. I'm not leaving!