He landed the aircraft, getting out and dialling the number for Fizz, hoping she wasn't at work.<br/><br/>"Its 11 at night, you better have a damn good reason for phoning me," came an irritable voice from the other end of the phone.<br/><br/>"My name is Turk, we need to speak to you. Ranger sent us." For a few moments there was silence from the other end.<br/><br/>"Meet me at Sheldon's Cafe," came the eventual reply. "Its on the corner of 34th and Leighton Street."<br/><br/>He hung up and suddenly clicked the car keys he had been holding in one hand, the lights on a sleek orange Lambourghini suddenly bursting into life.<br/><br/>"What do you think of the car?" he asked her.