Name Cole Dyson
Location: Cole's Apartment, Tribeca
Affected RPers: @Neo Emolga

"S**t." I muttered to myself, as Amy hung up on me. I heard what was said in the background. She was being mugged.

I logged into my laptop and opened up iCloud, and Find My iPhone. Whilst for an extremist group, tracking members seems foolish, we knew that Apple had refused to break into iPhones to allow the FBI information in the past, so we believed it to be safe.

The app located Amy in an alley on the lower east side of Manhattan, two blocks south of one of our safe houses, where Jonathan was currently located.

As if destiny, my phone rang, displaying the caller as NB.

"'Sup, it's NB." Jonathan said casually, "I wanted to know if there's a new 'prospect' we should look into. If you have one in mind, count me in for delivery. I'll be there."

"Come to my apartment in an hour and we'll discuss it there." I replied, "But first, Catherine the Great is in trouble. In an alley two blocks south, one east of you. Make sure she is alright, then both of you come here. Iketani out."

I hung up. I knew that calls didn't take long to be traced, so kept it brief.

"S**t..." I muttered to myself.