DR. TIMOTHY LOWRY aka: GREASEMONKEY

[jacemachine]

"I don't doubt it." Benny says grabbing the phone on the desk. He dials a number... then abruptly hangs up.

"They cut the landline. Do you have you cellphone?"

[Nanshork]

Greasemonkey nods and hands it over.  "Who are you trying to get a hold of?"

[jacemachine]

"I've got to report this to the Security Head, he'll advise us what to do." The guard says. After a moment, he gets someone on the line. Speaking in low tones as to not attract any unwanted attention from outside, the guard speaks to the Security Head.

"Yessir."

"Yessir. My name is Benny Crawford."

"No sir."

"No sir."

"I was hit from behind, I didn't see how many."

"Dr. Lowry did. He loaned me his cell phone since they cut the land line."

"I am unarmed. They took my piece, and my radio."

"Yessir. Yessir. Goodbye."

Benny hangs up, handing the phone back to Lowry. "Thanks doctor. He says that we have a Special Division that is going to take care of this situation."

[Nanshork]

Pockets the cell phone.  "Thank goodness, I think that just coming in here is all the heroics I can muster up."  He chuckles softly.  "What do we do now?"