Linda and Robbie sat in the living room of the house on Torquent Street as Linda punched in the number of The Dispatcher.
It rang twelve times and Linda was about to hang up when it was finally answered. No one spoke on the other end.
"Hello?" Linda said. "Is this The Dispatcher?"
More silence.
"Hello? I need to speak to The Dispatcher."
"State your business," the voice said. It sounded like a robot speaking underwater. Linda surmised it was a voice changing device.
"I need your services. I want you to...dispatch someone."
"Where are you located?"
"Jackson, Wyoming."
Silence...