[center][color=bdaf17][b][h1]July 29[sup]th[/sup], 2371[/h1][/b][/color][h3][b][color=bdaf17][color=fff79a]12:18PM[/color]/[color=lightgreen]10:21AM[/color][/color][/b]
[sub][i][color=bdaf17]Royal Family ETA:[/color] 32 Hours[/i][/sub][/h3][/center][hr][hr]

[@Lady Amalthea]There was a long pause on the other end of the phone about half a minute in total where the only sounds coming from the other end was the sound of breathing and ambient background noises. Nothing that would really indicate what was going on at the other end if Sunie cared about it.

"I suppose I can arrange for that to work. Just finish it as soon as you can, dear. I'll be sure to make it all work out. I'll drop around closing time tomorrow to imburse you with the rest of the fee." She didn't sound exactly pleased with Sunie's response, but she didn't sound like she had lost her temper either. Despite the finality of her words, she didn't hang up immediately after saying them, so the weaponsmith still had a chance to reply before the call ended if she so desired.

[@Nallore]"Stop lying to me and just tell me what I need to- Wait, info? What are you- Shit. Wait! Urgh," she stammered in that alleyway. As Anthony booked it he heard footsteps behind him. The woman he had been stalking ran out of the alley in an attempt to catch him. However he was much swifter than she and the heels she was wearing were not good for running. There was one more groan of frustration from behind before the footsteps stopped. Suddenly, he noticed a metal rectangle soar by his head before smashing into little pieces on the sidewalk in front of him. When he passed over it, the familiar bits of plastic indicated that the now utterly demolished projectile had been none other than his phone. Hopefully his plan would cover getting a replacement.