Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180727165409/@comment-25828117-20180923133015

At the resistance HQ, one of the many phones placed on a desk in the communications center rang, its wire ran through all sorts of equipment and eventually ended up on a map of Toronto that had all manner of little lamps on specific places. It started to blink on what was the location of the Scarborough safehouse.

An operator turned a switch and then held the horn up, expecting to hear the code-phrase.

"A Kid showed up on Our doorstep at Noon, tell Mother he wants to speak to her urgently."

"Thanks for calling, Bookkeeper, Mother will send her Boys to help the Kid"

The caller then abruptly hung up and left the phonebooth.

He then walked past Gérard's car with his arms behind his back, while he had them there he held up three fingers before walking off.

the Frenchman had been left with a confirmation and a code of sorts. Now he had to again, wait. But at least he could rest easy that the Resistance had been contacted.

"My apologies, I didn't know you two were having a conversation, on account of ya'll being quiet." Peggy said while nochalantly holding her hands up.