"Amelia, ring Zel and see if you can track him down, would you." The intercom's voice asked.
"Sure thing Daddy!" Amelia pipped, before pushing the button that would conect her to 'Lone Wolf's' cell phone.
"Hello?" a tired, masculine voice asked.
"Zel! Daddy wants to speak to you! I'm putting him through now!"
"Zel? You there?"
"Go ahead Big P. I'm all ears." Zel replied.
"sigh At least call me Phil, I am your friend, as well as your boss. Anyway... how are things, I haven't recieved your report yet."
"I haven't written it yet." Zel answered.
"What? Zel you do realise we are a legal firm of opperations, who do work for the government, and they just can't settle for the facts and details that the news reporters make up on t.v. sigh"
"Yeah I hear you. I'll get it done when I have time. Gotta go Big P. later." Zel hung up.
"Zel! Argh!"
The private booth secured its ocupents from view as well as made sure the couple's conversation remained private.
"So tell me something I don't know Gourry." Zel remarked to his friend.
"Listen Zel, I'm serious. You're dealing with some very big pirranahs here. Those goons before may have been a snap for you but they're just getting warmed up. Word is they iced their own guy when he failed to kill you." Gourry sipped his coffee and swallowed a donut whole before continuing. "All I'm saying is you should watch your back."
"These guys are no different than any of the other fish I've had to fry. Soon they'll try to send some slutty chick to seduce and kill me. "Zel explained to his blond amigo. "It's like they read it in a book or something." The freelance agent drank deeply as his companion and informant seemed to relax slightly. "By the way Gourry," Zel asked, changing the subject, "How's married life?"
Gourry smiled and laughed, the earlier tension left far behind. "Sylf's great! What a cook! I'm bound to get fat just eating there everyday, if I could." Gourry went on and on as Zel tuned him out, slightly depressed.
I wonder, he thought, wether fate has someone like that for me.