Those stupid idiots – she told them to be careful. Luca was hurt. He was at Jack’s apartment, but he was hurt. Idiot. Some part of her wondered if she should try to contact Seung and tell him what happened.
Jack's situation was more important.
Baldur shook her head, flipping open her phone to make the call to Hadrian – she did not know him well (or, really, at all), but as it was with all the Turks, he had to be on call basically at all times. The number was in her speed dial, near the top, though it had never been called.
She hit the send button and waited for it to ring, even as she was making her way back to the train down to the depths of Midgar. Three rings passed accented by the staccato clack of her footsteps on concrete.
“Answer, damn you.” A fourth ring. “Oh, come on. You had better…”
Baldur startled at the sound of the voice on the other end of the line. “Hadrian; this is Baldur. Jack’s in trouble and needs backup. He’s in sector five below the plate near the second reactor – meet me there asap.” If he had tried to talk during this spill of information, Baldur did not much care.