This is Anders Trevellian, from Legal. The cell's about to die. Only enough juice for this quick call-out. Your number is on my speed-dial. Can't say how it got here.
Six of us went to lunch at the Terminal — which was fabulous, I must say!
Afterward, we decided to swing by the old B Works for a look-see before the whole sorry mess says Hullo to the wrecking ball next week.
And wouldn't you know it? — The elevator on the river side still had power to it. We went up. Can't say why — Seems really unwise now, to every one of us.
Nearly all the way up when the power cut out. The elevator did a not-so-smallish drop. Michaelson nicked the crystal on his Rolex. Something seems... uh, broken. The cage swings more now than it did.
We here... uh, in Legal — would appreciate your assistance — either direct... KLIKK.