Leo's relentless quest for information pressed forward, his inquiries unyielding. His gaze shifted between No. 201 and No. 213, his tone measured yet commanding.
"How do you contact the leader of the second faction? How do you reach out to him?" Leo asked with a strange look in his eyes.
Their response came in unison, a synchronized admission that seemed to carry the weight of practiced recitation.
No. 201 & No. 213: (simultaneously) We each carry a mobile phone. The only contact saved in it is that of the second faction leader.
Leo's eyes glinted with understanding as the duo's answer provided him with a tangible point of contact, a lifeline to the inner workings of the second faction. Without hesitation, he turned his attention to No. 201's phone, his fingers deftly navigating its interface.