"National. Section. Mississippi." Clyde put that information away for now. "Y'all don't have some teleportation capabilities? Don't demons fly or some shit?" He really hadn't paid much attention to most movies; although that Jennifer's Body one had caught his attention. Hey, he was a guy. Then again, the demon chick wasn't his type; he liked the little "nerd" a little more. Funny thing, he'd known some real bitches like that one - eat a man alive to stay young, not literally, but damn if it didnt' feel that way.
"Com'on, pick up." Clyde was pacing again. "What else did you do for him? How was he getting around? MTN? Jimmy, not..who did you say? Azayzol?" He didn't pronounce the name properly, and frankly he didn't care if he had.
"Did you do any thing else? You did what he should have had you do in the first place, unless he roughed you up to get you to do it." Giving in wasn't exactly in Clyde's usual vocabulary. He hated giving that advice, but sometimes it's better. He growled. "Pick up the fucking phone."