Dex: . . . He called me. Return callsign was a bakery — I’ll forward you the address. Said he’d be at Alley Ops. I take it he hasn’t arrived.
Del: They’re watching for him. No sign yet.
I’m canvassing the area in person. I know you’ll think this is a trap, but: your on-site help would, no doubt, be much more effective.
Dex: I’m very far from Central — and that’s all the intel you’re getting.
Del: I hear the faint sounds of ocean waves . . . lovely weather . . . steel drum players . . . Added to what I know of your linguistic skills: United Islands?
Dex: That’s literally a broadcast I have going on in the background. Stars above, Del, it’s not me you need to be finding right now.