Ring ring!
Someone’s calling his phone. The voice on the other end is strange, nearly incomprehensible through what sounds like static interference or a bad signal, and… seemingly holding back either tears or laughter.
uH… HeLLo…?¿? i’D LikE To ReqUEsT yOUr SeRviCEs, i’M DeaLinG WItH a… siTuaTioN :) YoU’Ll kNOw wHerE To fINd mE…
The call abruptly ends, the mysterious called not bothering to give any information about their name or location… Strange.
The phone is picked up in a hurry, with how insistently it was ringing. It had been a fairly slow day at the ECDC anyway, but the voice on the other end was a brand of eccentric Jordan was hoping was put on, and not a genuine... whatever it was. Whatever these things were- things like the man in the brown suit and the woman made of wasp larvae. "Services with what? Hello?"
There was no point in it though- the line was already dead.

















