Gabriella: Hi! Thank you for calling Mattia’s Pizzeria! Is this order for dine in or take out?
Cyanne:….
G: Hello?
C: I know you’re listening.
G:…I’m sorry?
C: I hit a snag. I’m more hardware and tech oriented. I admit: I can’t figure out a compatible software model, not on my own. I need you. Here.
G: …Ma’am I think you have the wrong number–
*click*
Amber: I can’t leave. Me staying here is the only thing keeping me alive. The minute I step a foot outside, your people will kill me.
C: Why?
A: Because of what I’ve found in your databases. They don’t know the file’s missing yet…but when they do–
C: You’ll already be under quarantine. With me. Under my protection.
G:….this is a pizzeria–
A: Can you get me an audience with her?
C: Yes. And a warm bed that’s not in a bombed out building. A facility suited to your tastes. And access to the artifact.
A:…..let me think of a plan. If this happens, it happens my way. (Disconnects)
C: (Disconnects)
G:….Hello??
(Call terminated,)











