<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/1cfb2fa2-9f8c-49d4-9d3c-d36385cf0014_zps3dccdadc.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Garmr </span><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Downtown Atro<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 1:00 am<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open<br/><hr/><br/>Garmr felt his phone buzz in his pocket as he was driving down the main drag of downtown. He pulled off and found a place to park the bike, treating the call as a clandestine reason to pull over; after all, at this point, any place was as good as another. He keep his position straddling the bike as he reached into a pocket to pull his phone free, finding they had already hung up. It wasn't often that Alexander called him, but it wasn't unheard of. The signature style of using a phone to avoid a phone call was always a difficult thing to deal with. He started at his phone for a moment before his respect for his duty outweighed the potential scolding he was going to get. He tried dialing Alexander back, keeping his keys in his other hand in case Alexander didn't answer, and he had to head back to the Manse.