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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rybaer" data-source="post: 1613199" data-attributes="member: 118">Keyhole Apartments, Riverside, Coast CityApr 1722:46Jorgi gets silence from the other end of the phone.  He yells "HELP!" into it.  It beeps back at him.  He finally realizes that he's been talking to Dr. Faturius' voicemail.The door thuds against his shoulder again.  He knows he won't be able to hold the plumber back for even a minute at this rate.  He mentally dials back the Faturius' number and leaves another short message that includes his address.Ms. Larson comes back to the lobby looking even more distraught.  She has a cordless phone up to her ear."911 is busy," she says.  "I didn't think that could happen."The wood door frame splits around the bottom hinge of the door.*****10th Street, Downtown, Coast CityApr 1722:50Granite listens to a couple rings and then Dr. Steven Faturius' voicemail picks up - encouraging the caller to leave a message and he'll get back as soon as possible.As he doesn't have his own phone for a return call, Granite just leaves a short description of what happened in the sewers and leaves his current location.  He then hands the phone back to the utility worker.Granite grabs the attention of one of the officers.  "Hey, do you guys know how to contact Professor Fate?""The superhero guy?" the cop says.  "Not that I know of, but I could ask the dispatcher.  Maybe he's left a contact number or something."The policeman talks through his radio for a minute, then comes back to Granite.  "The dispatcher isn't sure, but she's escalating it up the chain in case anyone over at the station knows how to contact him."  "So, you got any idea of what that stuff down there is?"*****16th Street, Downtown, Coast CityApr 1722:52The cop looks at Lawrence with a bit of sympathy.  "Look, if I hear anything, I'll let you know," he says.  "There's so much going on tonight, though, that it's not likely we'll have time to worry about any other precincts.  Try not to worry too much.  It'd probably be safest if you just try to stay out of harm's way."Lawrence joins Professor Fate, who is trying to get a look at the thrashing utility worker.  The man is bound with several sets of handcuffs at both the wrists and ankles, yet his body continues to jerk erratically.  The bullet's exit wound on the side of his skull is nearly four inches in diameter.  Fate knows instinctively that no ordinary human could survive such a wound.  Peculiar greenish gray fibrous matter seems to be flopping out of the cavity.Most disturbing, however, are the wild eyes.  They look about, focusing on nothing.  The whites have turned greenish and seem to be giving off a hint of internal light.Professor Fate's pager goes off.  Before he can even check the message, it goes off again...and again...and again.  The pager only accepts forwarded numbers from his cell phone.  The first number appears twice and all three are unfamiliar to him.  A code next to each indicates that all four calls to his cell left voicemail.</blockquote>

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