He sighed, and then rubbed his eyes. "An hour later. And you are acting very odd today. Might end up calling you again."<br/><br/>He hung up the phone, and drove back onto the highway, taking the first exit and circling back around since the usual spot was in the same direction he had been heading. He could smell a trap, and would be calling hotfinger again to direct him to another spot he knew of, a park with plenty of cover, exits, and other people to make actual traps a nightmare to go.<br/><br/>Once it was a couple hours before the meeting, Geno flipped his phone open, and called him again, this time from the specialized unit built into the back room of the RV that would prevent tracking. He had worked hard to keep this RV from being discovered as his base, up to and including painting it a hideous beige color himself and THEN sand-papering it to reproduce a third hand, falling apart RV, and he wasn't going to jeopardize it needlessly. "New meeting sight. You got me a bit worried. The center park. Same time, you should have plenty to come if you ARE alone."<br/><br/>[Rapport = 0 (base) + 2 (rolled: 5,5,3,1)]