[A small laugh erupts from his end of the channel, edged with the slightest bit of agitation, but it's mostly a laugh that holds humor towards something not quite obvious and probably... not quite as funny as he makes it out to be.]
...So I see.
:. Filtered to the Turks .:
This is unacceptable. I don't care who these people are, nor whether they are responsible for us being here or not. They have more information than they're giving, and I want it.
It seems we have much to discuss.
Luckily for you, I don't have an office here.
Unluckily for you, this little... apartment will be a shitty and pathetic, but passable excuse until things start working the way I see them fit to.
[A small, clear tap of his fingers against wood-probably a table, then.] I expect you in it. Now.
[ooc: Instead of doing a log, since this will mostly be just conversation between all of them, I figure we can just have them talk in the comments, but when they're talking "at the apartment" we'll signify it as such so it's marked as off the network (thus not hackable or readable by even the NPCs/etc/etc and no one can accidentally slip up on filters 8,)]