Not so sober voicemails at 2am... To: Terry Douglas From: Isaac Campbell
A long pause and then a cough. "Terry, It's Douglas. No, it's Isaac." His voice is gruff and clearly not the voice of someone who hasn't been drinking all night. "I just got a call from... fuck, what's his name. That guy we hate, with the big ears. Man he has big ears." A very, VERY long pause. He's either trying to think of the guy's name or thinking about how big his ears are, it could honestly be either. "Not important, anywaaay... We've got a lead. That girl. The clown. Can't remember her name right now either but the Agency just brought her in. And NYPD's got a case building against her too. We should stick ourselves in the middle of this. It's important. Meet me tomorrow at that one place at eight. You know the one. With the coffee. I'm gonna need a lot of coffee. By the way you should really change your outgoing message. Your voice is incredibly annoying." -clicks-
To: Blake Meyers From: Isaac Campbell
"Blake, it's Isaac." An extremely long pause where there's nothing but the sound of him breathing heavily. He seems to have forgotten he was leaving a voicemail and was waiting for her response. "Fine, don't say anything. Bitch. Meet me and Terry at that place with the coffee tomorrow at 8AM. We have important things to discuss. A reincarnate wanted for several murders was picked up by the Agency and the NYPD tonight. We'll have to move fast if we want a piece of this. I know I want a piece. God my head is pounding." -clicks- (He's lost all sense of phone etiquette at this point and has probably passed out on his couch.)