The sharp jolt of vibration startled him awake, and he squirmed in the sheets before an arm reached out and grabbed the violently jerking metal object. To Matt's surprise, It wasn´t his alarm clock but the cheap fliphone he had set aside for his once-friend and now client, a youthful lawbreaker named Clarissa. Matt opened the phone, struggled with the interface for a bit with the unfamilliar interface, and mumbled out a "Hello?"

"Yeah, this is Ethan" Said Matt, smirking a little at the fake name.

"The Eastern ridge? Oh, okay, that Cheapside dump. I doubt i can make it there, with the... restrictions and all. " He continued, pulling a laptop close to him. All phonecalls were monitored, saved to lossless formats, and dumped into a big rack of servers to be analysed by a rudimentalry piece of code running on a massive mainframe which doubled as the offfice's supply of heat. Matt liked to take his lunch breaks near it. That gave them a couple of minutes, at this time of night, to wipe out the recording of their conversation before the machine flagged up words like "Eastern Ridge" and "Sprayer gang". Matt grabbed the mouse with his free hand, opened Teamviewer, and signed in with his work password. Hmm. Someone was already on it. Six windows were open, each showing a .dvr recording. In all of them someone walked into shot, turned to a wall, and sprayed deodorant on it in a big X, before running off. Not Matt's problem, he left that be. Probably someone else wanted to earn that little extra overtime by putting a few extra sprayers behind bars.

"Mmm, okay. Tell him i'll make it, but no promises. A her? Okay, sorry about that." He said, carrying on his part of the conversation. He clicked his way into a few folders, found the few currently being recorded, and stared blankly. This was one of the most fun parts of his... Covert job. Since he was still speaking, the file of their conversation was still being recorded too and amplified. Each and every second it grew larger. Around it, more files were coming in and going out as more people called their relatives in the dead of night. Matt was looking for the only stationary needle in a city-sized haystack, but it was still doable. [i]There.[/i]

"...Still on? 'mkay, I'll look her up. Yeah, with the curfew and all... Eh, i'll think of something, don't worry too much about it. G'night." Matt filed in the usual bureaucratic mess of error reports, and logged out. He glanced at the clock, the wall, and the big walk-in window to the balcony. He climbed off his bed, and looked undernieth it, finally pulling out a box. Matt grinned, and felt his heart begin to race.