"It’s no threat." Skater said. He took a card out of his pocket. "Here's a number where you can leave a message for me. It’ll be operational in the morning, from nine-fifty-five to ten-oh-five a.m. You can’t trace it, you can’t find it. The number and the exchange won’t exist until then, and it’ll disappear forever afterwards." Archangel was redirecting the com-call trail.