"Beautiful, I appreciate your promptness" Mathew took a sip of his coffee, as he absentmindedly typed in commands to his secondary computer, already tracing the call to it's origin point. It had been scrambled, of course, bounced to multiple network services that would shut down and interchange, creating an almost untraceable signal. The very element of secrecy, and mere fuel for the fire of Mathew's curiosity. "May I assume that I'm speaking to the Collector, or at least someone with the capability to make an arrangement with him? I have a rather important business proposal to make, and I'd rather speak directly to the man." He wasn't on a phone, of course. He simply spoke through his computer's microphone, which was attached to his earpiece.