The phone is quickly picked up, and a chipper-sounding young woman's voice answers, "Gotham Police Department, this is Stacy, how may I direct your call?"
After a moment's pause, Stacy's says, puzzled, "Uh. One moment please."
*click!* Ringing noises! And then the phone being picked up again.
"Major Crimes Unit, Bullock speaking." The tone of the voice, rough even on the best of days, is that of a man who thinks whatever's going on now isn't funny, but is making an effort to be professional anyway.
"Hi, Sweetie, I've got a terrible cold, so you'll have to excuse the voice." Heh. "But, really, there's been these weird flyers up in the city, green, with a line from Milton on them and what looks like biblical references. It's a code, I think, I worked it out, and someone is going to set a fire in some warehouse. I know it's vague, but I didn't think the cops would have the time to look into it. I don't have anymore."
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*click!* Ringing noises! And then the phone being picked up again.
"Major Crimes Unit, Bullock speaking." The tone of the voice, rough even on the best of days, is that of a man who thinks whatever's going on now isn't funny, but is making an effort to be professional anyway.
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