[ring ring. telephone calling. expecting to hear good news from this, almost drops the phone when it is confirmed not.] The contact? [rubs forehead.] The word would be out now. He isn't going to show. [hangs up and calmly puts the phone back in his pocket... nothing. absolutely nothing. no contact, no Madara, no package.] And you let him get away. What is wrong with you!? [talking out loud to himself of course. stupid move. stupid!]
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