Calling It In

"This is the dispatch unit of the PHA, how did you get onto this line?"

"No time to explain," I said, "There's a warehouse at the end of Hawley Road in the Northern Quarter, there's a bunch of injured Coventry Mob members there… including Phet."

"Phet? I'm sorry, is this a Powred?" The woman on the other end of the line asked, "Can I get some kind of identification?"

"I said there's no time," I repeated, ignoring her questions, "Phet is currently incapacitated due to an electrical-based attack, but there's no telling how long that will last. Warn any responders to be careful. They'll also need to watch out for the potential return of Loper, who escaped while injured. He may still be around here somewhere."

There was a beat of silence, and I was worried that my access from the radio wavelength had somehow been erased.