Anthony's eyes widened.<br/><br/>"Well that was quick..." he murmured to himself, rubbing his chin as he nursed his coffee. Annmarie glimpsed at him, suspiciously as she heard his mutterings and shook her head.<br/><br/>"What?" she asked.<br/><br/>"The guy - you see the one in the shades? - has already managed to convince to other guy to join him," Ant said in a hushed tone, keeping his eyes locked in front of himself as he focused on his other sense, "He certainly is persuasive; though the other guy didn't sound like he needed much persuading."<br/><br/>Annie frowned.<br/><br/>"That's not good, is it?"<br/><br/>Ant shrugged, easing back into casual mode and quite literally back in his chair.<br/><br/>"It would mean war, most likely. War is not the answer," Ant said stoically and Annie shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She bit her lip worriedly.<br/><br/>"So, what do we do?"<br/><br/>"Follow me"<br/><br/>Ant collected his things and stood up, shrugging into his coat as Annie took the hint, and copied him. She threw a tip down next to the empty coffee mugs and hurriedly took Ant's arm, to guide him through the cluttered tables and chairs of the coffee shop and towards the door. The bell dinged as they exited into the chilly air and rounded the corner, walking until they were out of sight of the coffee shop window. When they were, Ant put a hand out to stop Annie (however he knew they were no longer in view, Annie would never know). He fished his cell phone out of his jeans pocket and tossed it to Annie, who caught it, confused.<br/><br/>"Think of that guy with the shades and type in the first mobile number that pops into your head. Let's just see if we can't have a nice conversation with Mr Mysterious Mutant Recruiter."<br/><br/>With trembling finger from the cold, Annie tapped in a random number, dubious that it would work. But when she handed it back to Ant and he put it to his ear, he nodded in confirmation; it was ringing. Whether or not it was the right person, was another matter altogether.