The Nokia rings

Next evening, the ancient Nokia Josh gave you rings. You pick up the phone. "Hello?" You say.

Josh is on the line. "Listen carefully. Get anything of value or that could incriminate you. Pack up these things and your girls into your car and drive to the address I'm sending you right now. Once you get there, ask for Aurora. They'll say she's dead. You'll respond with the phrase But the Phoenix rises from it's ashes. Once she lets you in, destroy this burner phone. Aurora will get you a new one and we'll chat more there. Now hurry up, you have maybe 15 minutes tops, and you don't want to be at home when time's up."

A dialtone. You sit there, shocked for a moment. "Girls!" You call, summoning Molly to your side. "Get anything of value and get to the car. Now. Molly, you get your gear. I'll load Mazl and make it look like we went out to dinner. All I have to grab is my laptop." You say as you slide your laptop and it's charger into your backpack. You also grab your phone charger and shove it in there too, before zipping it up and front loading it.

You haul Mazl up onto your back. "This AWIO's doing, ain't it? Those bastards just can't leave me alone!." Mazl growls.

"Easy. Don't show them you're some animal that needs to be put down. Let's fight this fight with our heads. Right now, we need to leave, cool our heads, and come up with a game plan." You say.

"Yes. You're right, of course. Who knows what their fucking agenda is this time. Hope this Josh guy ain't baiting us." Mazl replies.

"Well, anything's better than sitting around here to find out. Now hold on, let's get you in the car and get driving before they get here. Molly, you be the last one out. Lock the door with your key." You reply as you head out the door and load Mazl into the back seat of your car. Molly joins after, placing her guitar, amp, and your backpack into the trunk. Mazl sits in the back and Molly in front, as is the norm.

You casually pull the car out of the apartment complex as you begin the drive to the address that was provided to you. As you drive, you spot a large, unmarked, armored van driving towards your apartment complex. It looks fit for a SWAT team.

"That vanz not for a social call, Producer. Bzzt." Molly remarks as you continue your way to your intended destination.