The same procautions. An untraceable line. A vocoder. A phonecall.

Thanks to Matt, this time it was Spedster's phone that wrang.

Spedster looked at the number it was unknown.He answered it.
"Hello?"

"Spedster. I want to know what you're playing at."

"Okay....what the hell do you mean?And who the hell you are?Is this from the bank?Because if it is I'll pay everything back."

"Do banks use vocoders? It's Jet, though I assume you knew that. And you know what I'm talking about. I closed our chat last time for your benefit - sounded to me like there was someone else in the room vying for your attention. What I'm asking you is very very simple."

A long pause. Live silence.

"The Notes. You're not offering me anything to reclaim them. You might say I get to keep one, but you're asking me to retrieve them in the first place. If I wanted one, I wouldn't need to do buisiness with you to get it. So in truth, getting you one would be doing you a favor."

"Well you did agree to do that and we did do a deal.Also I have a contract.....somewhere.....But anyway you said it you're self,if you won't keep the deal all the criminals,dealers etc.will stop talking to you.And also the cops.You won't be able to find the note or notes in time without me stalking them no matter how good you are.And I think that you need them anyway."

"I didn't say I wouldn't do it, Spedster. I'm not that kind of coward. I'm simply pointing out that firstly, I'm aware of what you're doing, and secondly, that I intend to find out why. If you think you will end this by killing me with a Note, you are very much mistaken. But that aside - you mentioned something earlier that I'm curious about. You hate me. Why?"

"Well firstly I won't kill you with the note.....I need you're damned name.And secondly I said I hate you because.....well.....I needed something to say that would rhyme or something.I really have a short memory sooo....I don't really remember.Was there anything else?"