Caelin, upon hearing the harsh words from the other end, pulls the phone from era and looks at it with incredulity. His face begins to morph slightly and his fangs appear as he hisses, "This had better be Vicente Garibaldi, if it isn't you are a dead man and just haven't realized it yet!"
He clamps down on his anger and stops the change from going beyond the fangs and continues more calmly realizing it must be the gangster, "Ya know, your file said you were an underworld type, and I figured you would recognize a pass phrase for what it is, just protocol. You are new aren't you." Not a question but a statement.
"Mimi is not really canine in nature, more feline I think. Some friendly advice, if you insult our handler too much more, you could end up dead or worse. Ya never know who's listening on these things."
"Anyway, they sent me along to meet and work with you and the chain guy. I am sitting on my Ducati in front of City hall. Where are you guys?"