Phone: calling "Tom"toooldforlosingApril 28 2011, 23:49:38 UTC
After a call that had been needfully brief (if not quite awkward - there were reasons he hadn't seen Hasibe in a while, but that didn't mean he didn't miss her a little), Raylan dials the number she passed on to him and waits while the phone rings.
He's all business, for now. Worrying about the emotion in the woman's voice - or in Hasi's - wouldn't get anyone helped any faster.
Calls to Tom's phone aren't unusual, but ones from numbers he doesn't have saved are. For a while Bruce just looks at the phone and the blinking display, wondering. There are any number of people it could be. After the third ring, he grabs it and his PINpoint, and darts into Stigmata.
Only then does he answer.
"Hello?" Light, not his usual tone. He sounds pleasant enough, but inside, he's deeply suspicious.
'Emergency' and 'Hasibe' get him to loosen up more than the identification - though that helps, too. Still, only half of the act gets dropped, and he still sounds somewhat mild when he asks, "What's going on?"
"There's a young lady - couldn't get her name - put out an emergency call I happened to pick up. Asked for you and someone called Enfys, if I could find you." He's walking, idly, for motion's sake.
"In Newport, Washington, April of 2010." First thing's first - the place and time might give Tom some idea. If not, he'll give more details.
Silence for a moment. There's not many people who'd know to ask for the both of them, in a situation of any urgency. People know where Enfys lives, in abstract, but...
"Do you have a recording? Or can you forward the origin point from your PINpoint?" ... That's an interesting change in tone.
"Yes to both. Quality ain't great on the original, cuts in and out, but you can hear her voice. I'll send 'em on now."
As he does, he adds, "Said she needed bail money, but sounds like it was a bit more than that. You need an extra pair of hands or anything..."
He didn't miss the change in tone, and though he doesn't know the woman who placed the call, it's not in his nature to willingly just leave well enough alone.
Damn. It's Mabel. He listens and lets his modified PINpoint trace the origin - it matches up with her normal address, even with the interference. Did she break it? Or is it those ... things? He thinks for a heartbeat that maybe he should call Enfys, who doesn't have a problem decapitating things like that, but it's better to just go now instead of let it linger any further. He sets out immediately to one of the multiversal ATMs so he can key in his universe code and access one of his backup decoy bank accounts for enough cash to cover even a manslaughter bail bond. Who knows what kind of trouble she's in.
"Couple blocks over from Stigmata. I can meet you there, if you're close." Raylan may not have technically been at work, but that doesn't mean he's unarmed - he finds it prudent, in the nexus and elsewhere, to be be ready for anything.
"I'm right there, actually." No, he doesn't take PIN-calls while inside his own universe...! Paranoid motherfucker, but it gets the job done. "See you in a minute." Click.
Now that the line's free, he shoots off a text to Enfys. Going to do something. If you don't hear from me in a few hours, tell Hasi about it and find Mabel. Hope lunch was okay btw.
Raylan arrives a minute later, impossible to miss with the hat.
He makes his way over to Tom, calm and professional, but on alert to someone who knows the signs. "Hello again," he says, low. "Should we go get your friend, then?"
And know the signs he does - Bruce isn't thrilled that the other man is armed, but a) he's a cop, so it's not actually a surprise and b) he's learned to simmer down about that outside his own personal self-declared jurisdiction. ... Mostly.
He nods in greeting, outwardly calm, wearing a grey sweater with a black wool coat over it. At least he looks relatively professional. "That's the plan." A beat, as he pulls up the closest approximation of coordinates as he can, then: "So... I'm an old friend of her's, and you're my college buddy whom I dragged in for legal counsel barring knowing anyone else?"
... His expression confirms he knows just how lame that sounds.
"Better go with roommate - those get assigned, and I don't think we look like we go together too well otherwise. Unless you played much baseball, I guess we could go with that." Raylan doubts it.
"But it'll have to do, with the time constraints - can't say I've got anything better. We got the cash to bail her out, assuming this doesn't go south?"
He's all business, for now. Worrying about the emotion in the woman's voice - or in Hasi's - wouldn't get anyone helped any faster.
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Calls to Tom's phone aren't unusual, but ones from numbers he doesn't have saved are. For a while Bruce just looks at the phone and the blinking display, wondering. There are any number of people it could be. After the third ring, he grabs it and his PINpoint, and darts into Stigmata.
Only then does he answer.
"Hello?" Light, not his usual tone. He sounds pleasant enough, but inside, he's deeply suspicious.
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As one paranoid man to another, Raylan feels it's best to identify himself and how he got the number sooner than later in the call.
"We met once in Stigmata - I'm the marshal with the hat."
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'Emergency' and 'Hasibe' get him to loosen up more than the identification - though that helps, too. Still, only half of the act gets dropped, and he still sounds somewhat mild when he asks, "What's going on?"
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"In Newport, Washington, April of 2010." First thing's first - the place and time might give Tom some idea. If not, he'll give more details.
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Silence for a moment. There's not many people who'd know to ask for the both of them, in a situation of any urgency. People know where Enfys lives, in abstract, but...
"Do you have a recording? Or can you forward the origin point from your PINpoint?" ... That's an interesting change in tone.
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As he does, he adds, "Said she needed bail money, but sounds like it was a bit more than that. You need an extra pair of hands or anything..."
He didn't miss the change in tone, and though he doesn't know the woman who placed the call, it's not in his nature to willingly just leave well enough alone.
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Damn. It's Mabel. He listens and lets his modified PINpoint trace the origin - it matches up with her normal address, even with the interference. Did she break it? Or is it those ... things? He thinks for a heartbeat that maybe he should call Enfys, who doesn't have a problem decapitating things like that, but it's better to just go now instead of let it linger any further. He sets out immediately to one of the multiversal ATMs so he can key in his universe code and access one of his backup decoy bank accounts for enough cash to cover even a manslaughter bail bond. Who knows what kind of trouble she's in.
"-Are you in the nexus?" You're hired, Raylan.
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"I'm right there, actually." No, he doesn't take PIN-calls while inside his own universe...! Paranoid motherfucker, but it gets the job done. "See you in a minute." Click.
Now that the line's free, he shoots off a text to Enfys. Going to do something. If you don't hear from me in a few hours, tell Hasi about it and find Mabel. Hope lunch was okay btw.
Just another day ending in y.
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He makes his way over to Tom, calm and professional, but on alert to someone who knows the signs. "Hello again," he says, low. "Should we go get your friend, then?"
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And know the signs he does - Bruce isn't thrilled that the other man is armed, but a) he's a cop, so it's not actually a surprise and b) he's learned to simmer down about that outside his own personal self-declared jurisdiction. ... Mostly.
He nods in greeting, outwardly calm, wearing a grey sweater with a black wool coat over it. At least he looks relatively professional. "That's the plan." A beat, as he pulls up the closest approximation of coordinates as he can, then: "So... I'm an old friend of her's, and you're my college buddy whom I dragged in for legal counsel barring knowing anyone else?"
... His expression confirms he knows just how lame that sounds.
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"But it'll have to do, with the time constraints - can't say I've got anything better. We got the cash to bail her out, assuming this doesn't go south?"
Which was a big if.
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"Fine." No, he doesn't play baseball. Or ... anything, in fact, Bruce pretty much looks like the least team-oriented person on earth. "Yeah."
He doesn't mind looking like a crazy person with too much cash. It'll check out, that's all that matters.
And then, with no more pre-amble, he grabs Raylan's shoulder and hits the button. Zap, blink, and they're gone.
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