Winter Gets a Call

[Rails]

It's not an easy thing for Rails, reaching out.

He's not the type to make his presence known, even when it's a member of his Order on the other end of the line.

Sometimes it's necessary, though. And the necessary trumps the preferable. Or whatever.

Fuck it. He unfolds the small scrap of paper given to him by someone, somewhere. Dials the number scribbled there on his burner phone.

*Ring Ring*

Vincent Winter

[Winter]

He's not surprised. This number is there exactly for this.
I-80. The tramline going through Sacramento.

[Rails]

No answer.

Then the text comes through. Simple coordinates. Direct. To the point.

Rails can appreciate that. Types back one letter:

K

All that's needed.

I'll get the thread started this evening!