Night 3 Arrival (Attn Sharky, Rose)

Rose pulled over to the side of the road, and peered around at their new surroundings. She didn't respond to Sharky straight away, as she rooted around in her jacket pocket. "Hm," she remarked noncommitally and tugged out a piece of paper, on which a few numbers were visible. Rose held it back across the seats. "On here."

Sharky rolled his eyes. Stuck up Daeva bitch, too high and mighty to dial her own cellphone, was she? He snatched the piece of paper from her hand and grabbed his battered phone out of his pocket. He hammered the numbers in with his thumb, as if pressing really hard would make that dumb cunt feel the pain of his hands crushing her. He put it to his ear.

"Ringing." He grunted through the bandanna, his shark-like teeth making his voice sound raspy and hoarse.

The phone rings a few times before going to voicemail. [You can leave a message]

Immediately after the phone call to Justin, the phone rings again, this time from an anonymous number.

[After you pick up the phone you hear the voice of a man with a foreign accent of some kind. You figure it is middle eastern]

"Welcome to Dayton. Did Cincinatti send you hear as well?"

"My name is Salim, I suppose I am the closest thing we have to a long term resident of this place. At least that I know about. I have spoke with others but they have not been so trusting of me, and I am not so trusting of them, for reasons that are, how you say, very understandable."

"I have a package I'd like you to deliver to the others. You can find the package in room 104 of the Holiday Inn in Downtown. It would be very wise for you to retreive this package."

"Hey. We've been sent to meet you, buddy, might be a good idea if you'd left your fucking phone on. Call us back on this number. You wanna ask for Sharky and Rose." Sharky spat out, before hanging up on the voicemail. The phone rang again, and he glared at it. Who the fuck had this number that'd be dumb enough to call him right now? He didn't exactly have a gaggle of friends waiting around for his attention. He liked it better that way.

"Who the fuck is this?" He spat. The voice answered immediately and he let the guy ramble for a moment. "Yeah, that's very nice pal. How'd you know we'd just gotten into the city? Where the fuck did you get this number?"

"Fucking bullshit, you know that?" Sharky spat. "Something's up here. I say we-" He was interrupted by his phone ringing. "Aw , what the Hell..."

((Picked up in the other thread for the phonecall))

Sharky snapped the phone shut, hissing through the jagged, serrated teeth. He jammed it back into his pocket. Better than this sonofabitch who'd called them before.

"We're meetin' these guys at Jim's. A garage with a wide parkin' lot near their haven, they say," he grated out. "Just get us there, lady. I'll go across first- they're on edge like Hell. Somethin' musta rattled their cages." He wondered what it was. Soon find out, he figured.

[It probably makes sense for you all to merge over to the other thread with the others]

Rose started the engine again, and appeared mildly disgruntled. Go here, go there - maybe someone could get their damned act together and provide some straight and non-contradictory instructions. "Punch the co-ordinates into the GPS, please," she requested politely, and pulled out into the traffic. "And let's get moving."