Now, he's acting like he can see him just as well as you can? Odd. Maybe wearing the same two artifacts day in, day out has given him something similar to your ANOMALY TOUCHED quirk.
The <span class="mu-b">Man</span> breathes a sigh of relief. He'll be honest; he wasn't quite sure if Colt could actually see him or not.
"'course I can. I don't know why the other freaks can't." Colt shrugs his shoulders. "At least the beaner can see ya too."
"I've known about him since I first came here, to be frank. That's beside the point."
"You remember those shotgun slugs I told you to make? I was wondering..." You rummage through your satchel for your two handy-dandy guns. "Do you know how to fix or tune up a gun?"
Colt's eyes start to sparkle. You might as well have said he won the jackpot. "Hoo boy, of course I do. I have to fix this beaut when I have to beat someone over the head with it."
He smacks the side of his rifle for emphasis. "Alright. Hand 'em over, and please, answer that god damn phone already." What phone- Oh. You were tuning it out until now but your landline is going on the fritz. It was dead quiet yesterday so you suppose the man on the phone has a deal for you.
Luckily for him, you're actually willing to spend time on his nonsense. You hand over your guns to Colt so he can work on them, while you and the <span class="mu-b">Man</span> deal with the actual phone call. Colt eagerly begins his work on tuning up your guns for, you know, if you have to deal with an anomaly or that Harvester or whatever wants to kill you today!
The <span class="mu-b">Man</span> leans against the table you rested the phone on. He asks what, exactly, he should expect from this call?
"Ah, some dude calls me sometimes to ask me for 'time'. Considering the shift we're in? Maybe getting it over as quickly as possible is a good idea?"
The <span class="mu-b">Man</span> concedes that it's a fair point. He gently reminds you that you shouldn't sell all your time, because he assumes you have some sponsorships you need to do on the clock. You have to admit he is right, otherwise you might've been tempted to dump all of your time into this phone.
You pick up the receiver to see what the big deal is. The <span class="mu-b">Man</span> leans in to eavesdrop on the call. Your ears are assaulted by a wave of sharp electronic static as the phone struggles to connect the call. Calling....
https://youtu.be/-HM8uXVXeHk - <span class="mu-i">CONNECTED.</span>
"Good evening, gentlemen! May I ask you what the clock's set to right now?" A voice with a familiar transatlantic accent crackles over the line. 'Mike' is his name, if you remember correctly, but who's to say that's his actual name?
"9:21." You give him the proper 'code' phrase, since apparently you need to give that in order to make a deal with him.
"Excellent! Now, I only sense you at the phone, but my gut tells me someone else is listening in? I can't quite...sense their timeflow, though, unlike yours."
The <span class="mu-b">Man</span> introduces himself, if only to be polite.
