Hesitating for a moment first, calloused hands type in Rhode's number.
Late Night, Unknown Number
42333
THREADID
7
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The phone rings a few times, before a bored voice answers. "Yes?"
"I... apologize for... disturbing you so late. My name is Armand Csaszar. I was informed you would be the "one" to talk to about this fair city." The accent is heavily eastern European and he seems to take some effort in finding the right words, but the vocabulary is there. Armand forces as much formality into his words as he can. "There are things in this country one should be Fearful of. I've come to understand this. And you would be the... resident expert on the subject?"
There's a small pause before the voice coninues with a more enthusiastic tone, but still with a formal lilt. "Ah, excellent. You are correct, I do indeed have understanding of such things. Perhaps it may be easier if we meet, to discuss, and how things tie into the local community." There's a brief pause for, before he continues. "How does [date] suite you? There's a rather nice bar on 12th. You'll know it when you see it."
If smiles of relief could be heard...
"Of course. I will make the time. Can I... assume it is a safe place to talk? Or should I watch my 'P's' and 'Q's'?". Armand chuckles lightly on the other end. Clearly amused with himself for his use of American colloquialisms.
"It's not a private location, so you will need to be discrete. I'd rather be somewhere public to meet someone I don't know for the first time - it makes people less likely to try something foolish. I'm sure you understand."
The voice takes on a tone of wry amusement.
"I'm sure we can make an initial agreement, something simple, to secure faith, and then see how we go from there. I look forward to meeting you, Mr Csaszar."
Armand nods on the other end, taking it in. Then, finally "You as well. Thank you. Enjoy your evening."
He ends the call, then begins making preparations.