Dikaro's apartment door was slightly ajar as our heroes approached, and a light slipping out from the crack indicated either that someone was home, or he was very careless with his home security. The motion dector determined that there was one person pacing around in the room.
"You have to tell me where the ceremony will be completed!" came a voioce from inside the room. "Or I don't get the power!" He was talksing in a harsh whisper, but not quietly enough.
"Dikaro, Dikaro, Dikaro," came the voice of Cliff Kenzington. It sounded like Dikaro was talking to him on a speaker phone, conveniently enough.l "You just simply don't understand your role in things. It wouldn't surprise me if the Hoffmann Institute has already tracked you down. Your role in this scheme is done. You should accept that, you're a loyal member of the Secret Masters of Thoth, so act like one."
"You wouldn't have the final sacrifice without me! I practically delivered her to you. I deserve to take part in the final ceremony!"
"Your talents are hardly unique. Web design isn't exactly a rare talent. But, you've talked me into it. Do you still have the briefcase you were delivered, the one I told you not to open?"
"Yes, yes, it's here."
"Good, open it. You'll know what to do after that. Goodbye, Dikaro."