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[thirtyaughtsix]

[Irving isn't always easy to track down these days, and it tends to be a matter of knowing who to ask. In the evenings you might be lucky enough to find him hanging about the Drop or Fort Frolic, socializing for business or pleasure. He rarely uses the same EZWave for long, but if you're one of those members of the underground fortunate enough to have a vocoder, you can call him up securely.]

(This post is for getting ahold of Irving, in person or otherwise. For clarity's sake, include the mode ([action], [voice] or [text]) and the date.)

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| audio; private setting | backdated hours after the club raid { i've been waiting to do this.

[unconned]

I would love to hear your theory on why we on earth we were so rudely bothered like that a while ago in the Pantheon.

Answer quick if you would be so kind?

[private audio]

[thirtyaughtsix]

Sullivan searched a few of my clients and found a couple names that kept popping up in their records, that's all. No one's been nabbed for anything.

[private audio]

[unconned]

Jesus Christ, Irving. How the hell did he even manage to finally rub two brain cells together to think of doing that? I thought he was too busy barking up trees since the angle on it couldn't be chased.

What are you doing? [A rather loaded question to ask.]

[private audio]

[thirtyaughtsix]

Same sort of thing I've been doing--moving merchandise, shredding paperwork. I don't like how close this is getting, though. Been thinking of taking caution a step further.

[And before Matthew can ask what that means:] I will tell you that I don't want you or Adele or anybody in the club involved. I talked to her already, and I'm frankly steamed that you guys have had to deal with this. I'm the one at the end of the trail, and I'm going to be the one to take care of the problem.

[private audio]

[unconned]

You didn't want us dragged in this mess?

[Matthew's frustration over the situation has him slip his accent, New York flavoring his words as his emotions get the best of him at the moment.]

Well too fuckin' bad for us. Because even after Adele and I shooed them outta the door and scrubbed down the place all squeaky clean, they're gonna be eyeballin' us 'till the next century unless something distracts them from us. [He takes a deep breath and the British accent returns like it was always there.] If anything happens to her, I will hurt you.

... And if anything happens to you, I will hurt you some more. Last thing Adele needs is her worrying about your welfare when our plates are full as it is. [They burned down a portion of Fonatine's hideout just to cover most of your tracks with the other smuggler, you fool.]

[private audio]

[thirtyaughtsix]

[He sighs, less insulted than resigned to the berating.]

Look. No one's hurt. No one's dead. You guys are going to do fine, especially because I'm going to give Sullivan something to fill his time with for at least the next couple months.

And you'd better believe that I would rather be hauled into jail than break that woman's heart a second time.