"Hawaii?" Marcela smiled. "You suddenly have good taste, my influence is rubbing off on you."
"Could be," Ratzinger grinned. "But it's for a friend remember."
"I see," Charlotte nodded. "you know I'm not supposed to be here. Daddy never allows me in here."
"Luckily for you, you met me," Ratzinger replied laughing. They both laughed for some time before Marcela spoke again.
"Why Hawaii?" she asked.
"Top secret," Ratzinger grinned. "But let's get to work shall we?"
Ratzinger picked the intercom and dialed Sam. It started ringing and he messed with the signal a bit changing the location the call was coming from to Hawaii.
"Hello?" Sam's raspy voice came over the phone.
"Good morning sir," Marcela replied. "Am I speaking with…" She turned to face Ratzinger suddenly remembering that he had not yet told her the name of his friend.
"Sam Hagar," he whispered.
"…Sam Hagar?" she completed. "Am I speaking with Sam Hagar?"
