Owen's mobile buzzes in his pocket, and there's a moment after he pulls it out and notices the unfamiliar number that he's about to tell whoever's on the other end to sod off. But it doesn't take more than a second for him to place the voice on the other end and to remember the incident in the alley with the shapeshifter.
He did tell Faye to give him a call, didn't he?
He hasn't got much going on today, so why the hell not?
"Five minutes," Owen replies, though it's mostly a guess. He's got a general idea of where Obsidian is, but he's never actually been inside. He reckons all of that was probably more Jack's thing. Maybe. Christ, he really doesn't want to think about it.
Still, he heads in the direction of the club, and it's only about six and a half minutes before he's inside, searching about for a familiar face behind the phone call.
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He did tell Faye to give him a call, didn't he?
He hasn't got much going on today, so why the hell not?
"Five minutes," Owen replies, though it's mostly a guess. He's got a general idea of where Obsidian is, but he's never actually been inside. He reckons all of that was probably more Jack's thing. Maybe. Christ, he really doesn't want to think about it.
Still, he heads in the direction of the club, and it's only about six and a half minutes before he's inside, searching about for a familiar face behind the phone call.