Long balks at the coordinates with a small strangled noise.
"Uh... Aren't there more things we can do in the L.A./Hollywood area? We have a whole bunch of former customers of Hammond's we could check out still: Will Smith, Kevin Smith, Ben Affleck, Paul W.S. Anderson, Milla Jovovich, Miss Therese - that 'sorceress to the stars', and Jeremy Keene - the talent agent. I've always wanted to meet Ben Affleck, mostly to smack him for his portrayal of Daredevil, but still." Agent Long confesses.
"There's also a woman expecting to meet Hammond at a 'usual place' but that was two hours from...." Long checks his wristwatch, puzzles a moment, then remembers it is only a fabrication of his own mass and huffs in annoyance pulling out his phone and checking the time. "Uh... Soon o'clock. But then Lena and I got this address from a Foot clan member sent to watch Ash street because another contact of Hammond's was driving by there when 'Hammond', aka me, called him. Oh, and I have a cell phone with numbers that a mysterious woman in red gave to Hammond when he was at the Mage's Memorial earlier today, though they were all burner phones and most of them are probably deactivated by now."
"So, we thinking to split up like last time? Two by two, Hands of Blue an' all that or should we stick together?"
"Something pithy this way comes."