Krem had been good about not texting JW too much, he had said hello at first, so the other man had his phone number too, and when they had been heading out to confront a large group of roadside bandits, he had texted him about how he and Bull had this plan to flip one of the guys by hitting high and hitting low at the same time. He had said he'd take a picture, but the end result wasn't what either of them wanted and ended with a rather nasty puddle rather than a person.

His large dragon head maul didn't leave many left overs. When they head back and go out for a drink though, Krem had just pulled out his phone to check his messages when Bull picked something up that fell out of his pocket and grinned like he had all the answers in the world. "Hey Krem, you didn't happen to go to the bakery this morning a little early, did you?"

The man in question is currently nursing both his phone and a bottle, "Yeah chief, what's it to you?" He's only half paying attention, just about to hit send when there is a piece of paper in his face, a number written on the back. "Shit."