[b]John Doe[/b]

A woman's voice.

  "Do you enjoy taking those sorts of jobs?"

"Why do you ask?"

Then a mans.

  "Because you did far more work than what you had been paid for."

"I liked the challenge."

  "Christ, John. 

"Don't judge me."

  "She's not even sure if she's real or not."

"That's what I had been told to do."

  "Your job was to provide a precedent for the insanity charges. That meant making her throw a scene in a public place because of you tricking her."

"I did that."

  "Yeah, but you also gas lighted the living hell out of the poor woman."

"You'll still get your cut."

  "That's your only real motivation, isn't it, John? Money?"

"Do you need a better one?"

  "No.. Not really."

"That's what I thought. Listen, I gotta let you go. The default proxies on this are about to expire. The timer is in the single digits. Awright. It was a pleasure talking to you, Kailey."

"I prefer Kal."

"Too bad. Seriously, I have two seconds left. Bye."

"Okay. Goodby-"

[color=fff200]CALL ENDED[/color]

John let out a soft sigh, and looked down at the cheap, already splintering phone in his hand. He had bought it a week ago, and it was likely to last maybe another month if he kept it before it broke apart into shards of plastic. 

He was standing in the cramped bathroom of one of the Circuits noodle shops, places that only survived because they didn't have to pay any taxes on what meager earnings they got. This one had actual walls, instead of just canvas pitched against the cave walls. True, three of the walls were just stone made from a recess in the tunnels, but it was much more soundproof than similar establishments. Something that made John a regular here for when he needed to make his calls.

Prying open the case with practiced ease, John slid out two small SD cards, put the case back on. Tucking the chips into a jacket pocket, John dropped the now useless cellphone into a plastic baggy that was coated in wire mesh, a mini faraday cage, which was also stored in his jacket. When he returned to one of his safe houses, he would be able to dispose of it properly. Picking up his disguise suitcase, John opened the door and left the restroom. With a polite nod to the restaurant owner, he tossed a few coins onto the bar counter to pay for the untouched beer.

Feeling curious to get a state of the things in the Circuit, John walked towards the Market. Any community worth its salt lived and died by it's commerce. And the Circuit had the most interesting commerce of them all.