[b]Wire[/b]

That response was expected. Expected, and filled with paranoia. But paranoia for whom: the League or his boss?

Either way, he still didn't know where he was, but he had a general idea: the sound of his voice echoed around the slimy brick walls, but the sewer water dampened it slightly. If he was correct, he was directly ahead, and to the left, which was just out of his line of sight.

But before he resorted to anything physical, he would continue to talk him down. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall of the sewer. He still listened intently, but [i]showing[/i] that he wasn't there to fight always helped with these sorts of jobs.

"Calm your tits. I'm not with the League."