The messages from Ambroses ingenious little devices begin to play. There were the usual ones from people who were obviously party-goers at the club, different century, same drek. But, then, "He got the delivery. The Ayahuasca's already been treated. The Tupinambis hearts didn't come, and the planthopper hair is less than half of what they promised us. They're reneging on their deals, say that they're having shortages. But, Coatyl is pulling all of it's strings to get this stuff off the market and into their hands. Once Snowden is dead we'll have more bargaining room. But I think they need a reminder in how not to make enemies." And later, We're still having to many deaths from the Stardust, I think we need to make sure the users get a few more boosts while they're using. When she heard, We've got his car marked. I don't know he got away without turning into a little bird and flying out. But when he comes for his stuff we've got him. She knew Phoenix would want to know that. As rude as he'd been, he still had given them access to all his stuff, And who knows, after the night he'd had maybe I'd be a grumpy old man too. That thought made her giggle. Hmmmm, that chef sounds just like BabyFace, but there was just no way it could be him, his tusks made it impossible for him to speak English that clearly, although the cussing is dead on as he swore another blue streak at the sous chef, the waiter, the salad and the oysters. Then two by two, hands of blue. Everything is set, The little lamb will be out in the field to graze in a little over 24hrs. We should have what we need in 30. Two by two, *crash* The rest of the recordings had been a waste of time. Although she did find the some of the pick-up lines funny, and she couldn't believe that that position had actually been possible when he'd described it, but the proof had been in the screams later, and had made her glad she didn't have a visual, some things she just didn't need to know.
