No one answers, except the man in question, who speaks up quickly in a West Coast accent. His eyes stay focused on nothing, and he responds to no one in the room.

"Fuck this. I'm serious. This is a whole fucking mess and I guarantee the world is going to pay for this.

"I don't know who the hell you are listening to this. But you'd better he twice as good as Trickshot says you are if you're going to get her out of this, okay?"

He looks over his shoulder furtively. "Look, they abandoned her, you get that? They sent her after the fucking F... well, they let her follow a lead that they knew would get her killed. I'm going to get you an address and stick it on this message, but you better get her out with as much noise and as much violence as you possibly can.

"Just get the Pretty Bird out, okay? Remem..."

He's about to say more, but the recording cuts off abruptly. From one corner, the paper starts to curl, blackening and glowing orange.