If they take an hour it'll only sort of surprise her.

Half an hour, still nothing.

Forty minutes, still nothing.

Forty-three minutes: Are you still alive?

Yeah. They're not here yet, but nothing's changed anyway.

That's a very long time. They should've gotten there already.

I dunno. I don't think there's anything else I can do safely.

I guess. I'm not sure if you should just wait more. Maybe send them another tip? Or maybe I should, different IPs, so they know it's multiple people.

That might be a good idea.

If you want to ask Hollister, he knows you know me, he figured it out somehow last time we talked.

Oh. Okay, yeah, I'll do that.

Okay.

She includes the address with this email.

Done.

And a bit later: What are you doing? Are you okay?

I'm fine. I heard a Picasso and then some weirder stuff, but I'm not in danger and I'm not going to do anything risky, I'm just waiting for the Department of Safety to get here and it's been over an hour.

It's been over an hour since you called them?

Used the web form, but yeah.

...I'll call them again, won't mention you.

Okay.

Done. Guess now we wait. Again. The guy doing anything interesting?

Math I think? He's talking to himself, but it doesn't make sense to me.

Here's what happened: - transcript - and there's a pharmacy room upstairs of him with a bunch of vials of stuff, it's creepy. And the building I wanted to go in to try to see the whiteboard was bugged.

Sadde explained it in very general lines. Could the room be reached from the roof, rather than from ground level?

Yeah, but there isn't a way to reach the roof.

...I may have one. If it's needed.

I didn't get close enough to check, but that building's probably bugged too.

Yeah, thing I'm thinking would be something when we don't care about secrecy anymore.

My superpower doesn't help much if I get caught.

I know. Won't get you needlessly involved.