The phone played "I'm too sexy" for about ten seconds before Andrew picked it up. This time the interim guy didn't answer to tell him Mr. X wanted to talk to him. It was Mr. X himself.
"So, how did it go? Did you find anything out?"
"Somewhat."
"Somewhat? What's somewhat?"
"It's a word that means a little bit."
"I know what somewhat means! I want to know what you mean by it! Stop being a smart mouth!"
"Calm down, you know what your doctor said about your blood pressure."
"Yeah, he said I should stop working with a smart mouthed kid who annoys me."
"Ooo. That was almost a good one."
"Are you about done yet?"
"Almost."
The man on the other end fumed. He hated dealing with Andrew and he knew it.
"Alright, I'm ready now."
Mr. X waited.
"And?"
"You have to ask."
"I'm going to ask with my revolver if you don't spill it."
"Now that one I believed. Okay, so I got there a little late."
"How late is a little late?"
"They were about to leave."
"What?"
Andrew could feel the man's blood boiling.
"Calm down. I know they are planning something and agreed upon it. But the friend wasn't so sure about whether she should do it or not."
"Do you have any particulars? Time, place, what it is?"
"Not yet. What are my orders, My Liege?"
Mr. X decided to ignore Andrew's annoying attitude this time.
"Get closer to her and find out what she has planned. We can't let this go wrong. We need information."
"You got it Sarge." And before Mr. X could respond, he flipped his phone shut. He knew he wouldn't bother calling him back.
