It didn't take very long for Iris to receive a response. Judging from the voice, the person responding was Ghost. A shame that Iris wouldn't get to work with Ghost for much longer - her ability to create nanomechanical doppelgangers to scout ahead would no doubt have proven incredibly interesting.<br/><br/>And something didn't seem right about the mission being over so quickly. Granted, HQ probably expected some serious shit when incapacitating the target and returning them to the getaway vehicle, but as far as Iris was aware, the mission had been a cakewalk up until this point. Still, she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth - this mission was two birds with one stone. Once H.E.A.R.T. figured out how Whisperer had died, she could hit a payphone on her way back home and give the police a certain anonymous tip...<br/><br/>Until then, though, she had a mission to complete.<br/><br/>Deciding to go with the phone charade again, she quickly accessed one of the more basic features of the computer implanted within her head - mobile phone capability. It would look most natural if she had been called back by the person that she had attempted to ring up earlier. Only a second later, the cell phone in her hand started to ring. She flipped it open, raised it to her ear, and paused for a moment before speaking.<br/><br/>"Gotcha. I'll give it a try, but it'll take a while without a physical connection, so hang tight..."<br/><br/>She lowered the phone, putting her call to herself on hold, and pulled up the phone's browser. While her fingers typed away, relying on instinct to search up a list of convenience stores that A) stocked Diet Coca-Cola, B) were open at this time, and C) were in a random residential area on the other side of the city, her eyes were busy with something else. Her eye sockets stung slightly as her vision changed, and it took her a moment to refocus. As she had suspected, she was momentarily locked out without a physical connection. She could hack past it, no problem, but it would take a while, and she risked being discovered. She closed the browser and raised the phone to her ear again.<br/><br/>"Okay, connection will take a while, so quick question. Risk connecting to the warehouse Wi-Fi, or get a physical connection?"