<span class="bbc_u">Yuriko</span><br/><br/>You hear a groan from the other end of the line, and then the tell tale sign of a fly being zipped up. "I see. Sure, kid, I'll meet you there. And don't worry about for, uh, 'interrupting.' Wasn't anything important. I'll see you in an hour, give or take."<br/>With that, the line went dead."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Benjamin</span><br/><br/>A taxi pulls up, the cabby an overweight man in his late fifties who looks like he really wants to chomp on a cigar nods at you. "Hey buddy, need a lift?" he asked gruffly, having clearly been at this work for a very long time.<br/><br/>Shortly after, your phone rings, and you recognize the number as Kurtis Freison's.