Los Angeles, CA, USA
Home office of Paragon Industries
Dr. William L. Paragon's Office
The phone on Paragon's desk rings a preset number of times. After the call is not answered, it is rerouted out automatically to an energy conversation project in Northern California that Doc Paragon is overseeing.
William's cell rings. A familiar yet, rarely heard ringtone, alerting him to the identity of the caller. "Montag, you old devil! How are you? It's been what, six, seven years?"
"Seven, Will, if you don't count that nasty business in Mexico." The former thief known as the Sandcrawler responded. "Listen, Will, this isn't exactly a social call. We've got a job offer, but things are kinda crazy here on the island at present, and I was wondering if yer boys in Germany could handle it. It's kinda in your neck o' the woods, anyway."
Paragon reached into his inside coat pocket with his free hand pulled out a small metallic cube. "Tell me more, Griss." Pressing the cube between his thumb and forefinger, it emitted a small cascade of energy which opened a brief pathway in time and space in front of Paragon. Stepping into the pathway, Doc Paragon literally walked from California to the inside office of Vanguard Europe in Munich, Germany in mere moments.
"I see. Well, thank you for calling, Grissom. I'll put some of our best on the case." Paragon pocketed his cellphone and the subspatial inducer as the doorway in time and space closed behind him.
"Good morning, sir." Penny Goodweather smiled from her desk. "Would you like some coffee?"
"No, thank you, Penny. I need you to get hold of some of our field team. I have a feeling it's going to be a long day."
"Who do we need?" Penny's eyes rolled back a bit as she mentally called up the contact information for the Vanguard Europe field team.
"Put them all on alert, but for the moment, I need you to send Adem, Ozzy, and Edmund to this address in Berlin. . ."
