[Bazaar] Phone Booth

[sigmacaine]

Somewhere not too far from the new arrival, Sigma walks down the street, looking for something. "Two blocks up, one block left... or was it right? I have to start writing these things down." After a few minutes of wandering, he stops by a conspiciously inconspicuous phone booth. "Ah-ha! Finally."

He gets in the phone booth, fishes some coins out of his pocket, and inserts them into the phone. He dials the operator. "Uh.. hi. Is this the Fleming line? I need to speak to a Fleming."

[D]

The line stays silent for a few seconds. 

Suddenly, a low, distorted voice replies back.  "Yes.  We can meet.  Turn around.  Get in."

Behind Sigma, from nowhere, there is a Mercedes S-65 AMG.  Obsidian black, with blacked out windows.  Sigma can see himself in the reflection off of the glass and body.  There is an audible snap of the door locks being released.

[sigmacaine]

Sigma grins to himself, as if remembering a private joke. He hangs up the phone, exits the booth, and gets into the car.

[D]

The car door slams shut, and the vehicle peels off at incredibly high speed, leaving the Bazaar.

[sigmacaine]

Eventually, the car pulls back around, and Sigma gets out, looking less puzzled and more agitated than when he left. He starts meandering around the Bazaar aimlessly...