Vinny Vinyl

Your phone beeps. Once - twice - three times before a connection is made. The connection had to be heavily encrypted and protected of course. Wouldn't want any eavesdroppers listening in or tracking their location after all.
The sharp voice of the underworld ripperdoc leaves the phone's microphone. "What do you want?" the voice says angrily. You had gotten used to it.

"Vinny, it's me. I've got some tech I want on the fly. Arm implant. 5 by 5 millimetres. Think you can do it without me getting an infection this time?" you say jokingly.

"Jay! I was wondering if you had survived that. Good to hear from you. I'll try harder this time, but it'll cost ya, sweetheart. When can I expect you?" she says.

You look out the window at the concrete buildings of the city. "I'm not in any rush. Whenever best fits your schedule." you respond.

You hear her chuckle from the other end of the line. "It's going to be awhile until it fits my schedule, but I can probably do it tomorrow at 2." she says.

"2am, I'm guessing?" you say.

"Right on the money, honey. I'll see you then!" she says before hanging up.

That means you'll have to sneak out of the house. Oh well, dad usually wakes up at around 4 and mom usually even later, so that should be enough time. You throw your phone on the bed and turn back to your pc. You had received a message back from your friend.