Michael Blackmore
15th of December, 2004
East London - Apartment 5009
Afternoon (Phase 1-2)
Ring, ring. Ring, ring.
The phone in your hands kept calling.
Perhaps the Irish Enforcer had already left her apartment? If that was the case, then it would be unlikely that you would be able to contact her via the phone. The red-haired woman made a point about not using cellular phones after her third one broke when fighting against some magus wielding wasps… or was it bees? In any case, Bazett’s combat methods made it… tough for her to sensitive electronics while in combat. At least if she wanted to use them afterwards. Well, you were in much the same boat, but as usual, she seemed to have even cruddier luck in these things than you did.
Suddenly you heard a click, signifying a successful connection.
Silence responded from the other side.
You were almost about to repeat your question when you heard a deep breath echo from the other side of the line, followed by typically calm voice of your fellow Enforcer. Was there a problem with the connection?
“Blackmore? …the hunt? Oh, you mean the issue with the Grail War. I just carried out the summoning ritual. Most of my contacts ended up coming back empty handed, but I do have a couple of leads at least. Lancer and I will be looking into them later tonight.”
“At the very least it’s better than setting out blind.”
“And you? Any targets you have managed to scope out so far?