Alex smiled. "It's in my phone book now. That's all that really matters, isn't it?" He entered another code and waited for it to connect with the signal nearest to her - whoever she was. Her voice sounded vaguely familiar, which was bugging him.
"'Operative' sounds so cold and uncaring. Does that really describe you? And 'four-two-six' will do."
He picked up a minor computer, which was somewhere in her proximity and his smile widened. He hacked into it and sent his little virus packet through. It probably wouldn't do too much damage - these people knew which way was up, after all - but any amount of chaos would help the cause.
"I'm not going to give you my phone number, Operative, though I'm sure dinner sometime would be splendid. We can all dream, can't we?" Good thing he was a voracious reader and possessed an extensive vocabulary.