[Togo dials a number. It rings only once before it's answered by a guy with a British accent. "Memnonic Exports. What can I do for you?"] ["Togo. Shit's hit the fan."] ["Blimey."] ( Why did I use brackets? Bad habit! ) Just dodged a nuke. Blitzkrieg is more corrupted than we ever thought. One of the other team's wards turns out to have been heading up the Society, and are about to initiate a device to amplify psychic powers to let them mentally dominate a good chunk of the country. My team's on the run with a possible blocking agent, but we cannot safely return to Blitzkrieg and need secure lab space ASAP. ["That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard. Not that I'm saying I don't believe you, mind. Quite the opposite, in fact." There's a pause as he shuffles around something. "Alright then, what's your current location?"] * Togo pulls up the GPS capabilities on his phone, and relays the coordinates. ["Northern Italy, hmm? Let's see...."] [He sighs. "I'm afraid the best I can do is Milano. Our Italian contacts there have a small lab you could use."] How far? ["If you have transportation? Maybe an hour."] Send me the details, and tell them to expect us shortly. ["Of course, old chap."] And we may need that evac sooner rather than later, so tell the higher ups to get moving on that. ["I'll see what I can do. But you know, you're the formost expert on the situation in Germany right now. If things are as bad as you say.... Well, let's just say I can't make any promises."] * Togo chuckles. "Part of the job, my friend. Thanks for the assistance." ["Of course, old chap. You know, my grandfather spoke quite highly of you, back in the day."] Which goes to show how damned old I'm gettin'. Stay safe. ["Righty-o."] * Togo hangs up and returns to the group.