I left her apartment in the early morning. This time it was much more peaceful; the way it should have been the first time. I called Martina on my wristband telecommunications device.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” she moaned.
“No, that’s why I called. What time is it?”
“Geez, you’re gonna have to do better than that to improve my humour.”
“Ya gotta do me a favour Martina. I’ll pay you back, I swear. Anyway, I have some information that will be very interesting.”
“What favour? What information? Slow down, it’s early.”
“Do you have a meeting this morning?”
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
“I had one in the middle of the night last night, with my father. We’re doing a mission together.”
“What, just like that!? What is it?”
“I’ll tell you soon. Look, I forgot my ID card at home. Can you meet me at the PTP station entrance? We’ll talk.”