He was busy trying to remember how to get in direct touch with other Support members, and flipped through his notebook to ensure he was remembering correctly. "Hi, this is D Support services. I was trying to get in touch with a Mr. M about one of his associates, Nova. He seems to have run into trouble with the MASTER program, and I was hoping Mr. M would be willing to offer advice on how much I can help his associate out."<br/><br/>The message was not in perfect code, and while the grammer was horrible, it would be fairly obvious what it was about. 'DOMINION Support, message Moriarty dealing Nova. Trouble with MASTER, advise.'<br/><br/>If he had done this right, he should be asked to leave a contact number, and in somewhere between a handful of minutes to a couple hours, should get a call back from the great and mysterious Moriarty. Of course, since it was in the last code issued just before the Ultra class supers had vanished, Moriarty had likely issued a new one since, so Terry figured he had about even odds on whether he would get a call back. If nothing else, he could fix his arm during the wait, which is exactly what he did during the wait. He managed to amuse himself by placing mental odds on if he got a call back, when it would happen, and if he would finish the arm first.