Luke climbed onto the railing and sat down, his long legs dangling from the rooftop. One eyebrow lifted in amused wonder as he observed the car's reconfiguration over the overhead sat relay. 'Who the hell is this kid? And where can I get his toys?' He rested his head on one hand and plucked the lollipop from his mouth, smacking his lips loudly. He could tell the two were discussing something, but there was no sound on the satellite view. 'Can you bug his A.I., find out what they're saying?' 'On it.'<br/><br/>Within moments a soundfile was being played through his implants. "...dig into that! ArmsTech...take it up with them....555-2390..." 'OK, check it out, see who that number's registered to.' 'Processing...'<br/><br/>Luke sat and watched patiently as Gabriel left Joren in a flaming cage and tore off into the night. His respect for the fellow grew a little as he watched, amused, as Joren screamed in a rage under the flames. 'Anything on the number? Anything on ArmsTech?' 'Negative. The 555 number seems to be a dead end. Doesn't even appear related to ArmsTech; their corporate number is 1-800-255-3323.' 'Any reason to suspect this has anything to do with our girl?' 'Negative.'<br/><br/>Luke climbed up from the railing and headed back for the stairwell, slurping on his sucker. 'In that case, I suggest we go home and I get some nice, long shuteye, and you...do whatever it is that you do when I'm not around. All this fun has left poor little me exhausted!'