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[sunnydalealum]

Somewhere in Manhattan
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
7:20pm

It's been four days. Long enough lead time for the word to have gotten out some other way; and if that makes his information potentially less valuable, it also betters the odds that they won't trace the leak back to him, if they're feeling so inclined.

Fitz opens the prepaid one-use cellphone, and dials a certain unlisted number.

"Fitz," he says into the mouthpiece, after a moment. "I've got something you wanna know."

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[sunnydalealum]

There's the rasp of something on the other end (something not necessarily made of fabric, or hair, or anything even remotely mundane) adding a crisp quality to the static, filtering the disembodied voice.

It's raspy, dark and murmuring, and it holds more than a touch of disinterest. "Name your price, Gerald."

This is not so much a request, as a demand.