Talesin leaned in slightly as Hisano answered the phone, keeping silently as she spoke into it. The phone itself was quiet. Hisano couldn't hear anything from the other line, not even a breath. The storage room was eerily silent, even the noises from the bar seemed to not filter in anymore. One second past, then another, and another.

Before the call timer hit 5 seconds, Talesin grabbed the phone out from Hisano's hand and shut if off. He looked at the phone for a brief moment before handing it back to her. As Hisano accepted the phone, she could hear the noises from the bar filter back into hearing range. She realized that the sound she had been hearing- or rather the lack of sound she had been hearing must have been manufactured in a way. Almost as an explanation, Talesin nodded. "Fixer's Hope has a rudimentary jammer. Stops people from tracing phone calls right away. Didn't know you noticed it."

"You're going to have to ditch that eventually. If someone's calling you from Tommy's phone. Chances are they're trying to track you down."

Leaning on a nearby crate, Talesin finally seemed to wind down. "As far as why he would drag you into this- well, Corps are relatively messy when it comes to making people disappear. Sure they have their share of professionals, but most of the goons aren't paid enough to care. When Corps make people disappear, they tend to kill off or ruin a lot of their close contacts, family, close friends. People like you."  

Getting up, Talesin opened the storage room door, and gestured for her to follow him out. "You can lay low here for a while. They don't know where you are yet, and Fixer's Hope is about as unknown as it gets for corp people."

The lounge had since emptied out save for a few individuals. The clock read 1:45am, and most of the lounge's patrons had left for their own haunts. While the bar downstairs still seemed to have people there, the volume was considerably lower. People were probably filtering out. The individuals who still remained had a different look about them. They might've worked at the bar, but something in the back of Hisano's mind told her that they weren't just bartenders and busboys. The music was turned off, and one of the remaining individuals was flipping through channels on a TV, watching for a couple seconds before switching to the next. The others did their own thing, one smoked, another slept on a couch. 

As the man in front of the TV flipped channels, one screen was painfully recognizable to Hisano. It was a local news channel, with a female host sitting in front of a desk in a small corner in the bottom left, the rest of the screen was devoted to a camera feed showing a street from the Valhalla district.

"This just in, the citizens of Valhalla are shocked following the reports of a shooting on Sunflower Street, as masked men entered and attacked a local bar: Ray's-"

The TV spluttered for a moment as the channel switched a trivia game show.