Hectic rubbed his eyes. It'd been another really long day at work and it was the 8th time he'd had to work overtime this week.
The phone rang, snapping him out of his self-pity. Slowly, Hectic answered, expecting the worst.
Unfortunately, there was no snuggly duckling on the other end.
"It's me."
Hectic chewed on his trusty pencil. "And who would that be?"
"I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career, skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let Flopz go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you. I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you."
The line went dead. Hectic sat in silence, contemplating the heavy implications of what he'd just heard. The administration was holding Flopz captive? And whoever had just called was trying to free him? He should probably let someone know.
At the end, he decided not to tell any of the listmods. After all, he didn't want to get in trouble.
