Melita, Your Controller

There is no response, just the sound of your own breath against cool plastic.

"Operant... are you busy?"

"A cipher -- intriguing. Sounds like you're making progress."

The magic box hums its secret tune. In a dark Novessa sub-basement, your controller answers.

As you press down on the intercom button, a little light comes on.

"I'm here to support you, trade agent. What do you need?"

You pick up the payphone's handset. A dolphin emblem smiles at you, its eyes wide.

One more phone, one more voice.