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Ophira's stomach was in knots as she searched the streets for a pay-phone. She needed to call Andreas as soon as possible. She needed to tell him what had happened. Even though that one Alchemist seemed to be a bit scatter-brained, he was still knew about Caldwell, and he knew about her.
She pulled up the hood of her sweatshirt to block the rain from her hair and face. She was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she finally found what she was looking for, but then she noticed how the phone booth was currently occupied by a tall man dressed completely in different shades of grey. At his side was a slightly shorter woman dressed in similar colors.
Just as Ophira was turning to leave to find another pay-phone the man called out to her. "Wait!"
"Yes?" She asked him.
"Are you Ophira Alves?"
She sucked in a breath. She wasn't about to give out her name to some random stanger. "Who are you?" Her voice was colder than the rain drenching her to her core.
The man in grey hung up the phone and smiled over at his companion. "You could say we have a mutual friend, by the name of Professor Caldwell."
Slowly, Ophira began to back away from the two strangers. "I'm sorry." She laughed nervously. "I'm afraid I don't know who you are. Professor Caldwell never told me about you two, I'm afraid."
The woman at his side grinned. "But he's told us so much about you."