An idea struck her.
As they exited the room and passed by a corridor window, Viscoun stopped by the window, raising a hand to tell Geo to wait, and peered out of it. Facing the direction where she'd last seen the mysterious listener, she twisted a little dial on the large antenna attached to her left ear.
A stream of muddled static flooded her eardrums, but she kept twisting the dial until, finally, she heard a voice amongst the chaos.
"...see where they plan on going. If I'm lucky, I might find out who's in charge of them..."
A short laugh ensued, and the sound clicked off.
It was wrong of you to say something like that in the vicinity of a radio receptor, Viscoun thought. It was probably another reception-and-transmission device attached to the listener's ear, just like her own.
Well, two can play that game. She snickered.
They descended onto street level. She hailed an oncoming taxi, gave the driver the address of her apartment, and off she went, her new partner in tow.
Edited by Viscoun, 20 April 2013 - 10:30 AM.