Who: Arthur and Francis What: Phone call from a disposable cell When: April 25th, 9:35 PM
Arthur had not been looking forward to making this call. He had nothing against Drake, of course. Nothing at all. He rather liked him, in fact. At least... as much as a borderline sociopathic rapist/murderer could like someone. But he was not looking forward to this particular conversation as it meant that addition of another member of his little... entourage had moved from the realm of the theoretical and into reality. Despite his work, Arthur greatly preferred doing really important tasks in small groups. Too many faces bred different types of loyalties and distracted from the cause. But... it couldn’t be helped. Not at this point, at least.
Punching in the correct numbers on the disposable cell phone he’d bought (they still existed now, thank God, despite many, many efforts by the Department of Homeland Security to block their production), he listened to it ring.
“Drake,” he greeted when the other man picked up, his voice calm and smooth. “We have matters to discuss. A certain politician's son, for one. And I think I’ve found our next target.”