"We'll keep trying Agent Garrett, but it seems the LoJack on your car has been disabled..."
Raymond Garrett quickly closed his phone, and then he wound up to toss it like a pitcher who was trying to throw his arm off. His arm snapped forward, and the cell phone was airborne. It was screaming towards the wall, when a hand reached out and caught it, stopping the cascade of parts and plastic that were sure to follow the throw.
"Quite an arm you've got there" Clayton Iron-Horse said. He thought for a moment about giving the phone back, but opted not to. He took a long drink from his coffee as Garrett's eyes tried to cut right through him. "I don't think you want to fill out the paperwork for wrecking your issued cell phone, especially since you've got one of nice ones. I didn't even know we issued Nokias."
"Call it a perk of an otherwise useless N.G.A." Garrett said. He reached out and snatched the phone out of Iron-Horse's hand.
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