Re: Phone calls thread
"Oh, I intend to." Shades of Ogma, champion of the Tuatha de Danaan crept into his voice. "Hell will be raised."
He rattled off directions to Bob. "I'll see you in five." He was already in the car, pulling out of the parking lot. "If you happen to have Kevlar? Bring it. I might have a spare vest in the trunk, though." Not that he intended for Bob to get that close to the action, but he knew full well that Bob's intentions would be quite, quite different.