Tony's voice is a guitar string stretched to almost snapping. "Anna, what the hell is happening?" he says; it's less of a question and more of a curse, "tell me exactly what happened? Christ, it's almost dawn! Fort is gone?" Each question tumbles out as his voice stretches louder and and more strained. "Because it sounds to me that the Prince of Oakland helped orchestrate a series of attacks in our city! Agh, tell me you are somewhere private!"