The call went through after a few seconds.
There was silence on the other end. Then the voice spoke. "Say something."
Xavier frowned. "What?"
"Something only you would say," she replied. "And don't be smart about it."
He huffed. "You still owe me money from that stupid drone race on Phobos. And you cheated."
Another pause. Longer this time.
"…Okay," Angel said quietly. "It's you."
She didn't rush after that. "Are you actually alone? Like really alone. Can you talk without someone listening."
"Yes," Xavier said. "The door is locked. No cameras. No one is breathing behind me."
"Good," she muttered. "Because if this was another prison call, I was about to hang up."
"I'm out," Xavier said. "Not Earth-out. Prison-out. Still on Jupiter. On the outskirts of some city I don't care about. I'll leave this place tomorrow."
"I need contacts," Xavier said. "Anything you've got here? Doesn't have to be a clean background. Just people who exist."
