“Gary, there’s a phone call for you.” Stated Filthy Assistant Charlie as he poked his head in the door. “Who is it?” KCB Gary asked, as a point of reference. “Michelle something. She wants to talk about the credit card terminal or something.” “Oh,” sighed Gary. “Okay.” During the next two seconds, Gary mentally called up all the data he could in his head about his credit card processing company, his equipment, and past issues. Thumbing on the phone Gary said “Gary here!” in a bright and chipper tone. “Hi, Gary, yeah, this is Michelle from Merchant Services.” Immediate fields of red flags sprouted from that simple statement. Garys Comics dealt with no company called Merchant Services, and had seen umpteen-thwillion attempts at scams from companies and people calling themselves that. “Hello.” Gary said, all the chipperness gone from his voice. The koala noted the tone change, and looked up from the project he was working on at the side-table. It wasn’t going well, anyway (he couldn’t get the crystals to align correctly inside the chamber to let him make a cannon that fired light-sabers). “Yeah, we sent you a notice in October about Visa and Mastercard raising their rates. Did you get it?” Gary had received such a notice, but it was from his credit card processing company, not this person or “Merchant Services.” “Who sent it to me?” asked Gary of Michelle. “We did.” was the answer. “And you are…?” Gary asked letting the question fade into a fill-in-the-blank format. “Merchant Services. We need to get some info about your credit card terminal.” NOTE: Never give this kind of information out to those who shouldn’t have it. EVER. “My terminal.” “Yeah.” Gary’s credit card terminal was supplied by his processing company. They already had all the information they needed. Scam call. Gary let the confrontational anger creep into his voice now. “And who supplied my terminal?” Gary asked Michelle. “Don’t you know?!” fired back Michelle, the anger not creeping but jumping out in her voice. She was caught. She knew it. “Oh, I know.” Gary accused. “I want to know if you do?” *click* “She hung up.” Gary stated as he stared at the phone in his hand for 3 seconds or so. The koala looked at Gary, wondering if this was enough time paying attention to him, and he could go back to his problems now. This cannon was going to destroy ninjas by the dozens. Gary tabbed a button on his phone, and then jotted down a number on a piece of paper. Leaning over his keyboard, he called up a program and a website, and punched in those numbers. Another 30 seconds of searching or so passed. The koala was now bored. Then Gary smiled at what he saw on his screen. Pulling forward another piece of paper, Gary wrote a few things down. Gary turned to look at the koala, a predatory smile on his face. The koala wasn’t bored now. “Here you go.” Gary said, handing the piece of paper to the koala. The koala looked at the writing. There was a name, and a localized area. It wasn’t far away. “Go get her. Bring her to me.” said Gary
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