Mike is about to spit out a name when that leg brushes against him and he gasps. He can feel the moan trying to get out, but he clamps down on it. But there's no hiding the shudder as it passes through him. This was wrong. So wrong. And he was in way over his head. There was only one person who could get him out of this.
"Rossi," he blurted out. "The guy's name is Rossi. But he's not the sort of guy you can just call up out of the blue. But if you call--" he rattled off the first number he could think of. If he had it right, it would be one of Briggs' mission phones. "He doesn't answer, he calls you back."
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Date: 2018-08-31 04:47 am (UTC)"Rossi," he blurted out. "The guy's name is Rossi. But he's not the sort of guy you can just call up out of the blue. But if you call--" he rattled off the first number he could think of. If he had it right, it would be one of Briggs' mission phones. "He doesn't answer, he calls you back."