Mr. Tanaka picked up on the second ring.
"Sir, we have a situation," Hito Yon began without preamble. From the alley he could see someone approaching Al, and he didn’t want to leave her without close supervision for even a minute more than necessary. "I’ve just made contact with a human member of the alien invasion force. She has confirmed that the alien intent is conquest. I need a team to bring her in, now."
There was a momentary silence, and then Mr. Tanaka exploded on the other end. Hito Yon bore it out before replying.
"Sir," Hito Yon said, "I am at the hotdog cart. She was wandering the streets – claims to have been exiled after a failed initial operation."
There was a brief pause while Tanaka digested that and made his response.
"Yes," Hito replied. "I do believe she’s with the aliens. She’s dressed up in some sort of futuristic body armor, and…well, sir, she seems completely lost."
"No, if there were a Science Fiction convention going on I’m pretty sure I would’ve seen more costumes at lunch," Hito Yon answered. "Plus…" he was interrupted by a not-too distant sonic boom.
"Sir," Hito Yon said, "She just made a customer a hotdog using only the power of her mind."
"So you’ll send a car?" Hito asked. "Good. I’ll keep her here." Hito Yon hung up and walked back to Al.
When he got to the stand, Hito picked up Doom’s twenty and put it in the cash box. Then he counted out the appropriate change. "Geeze," he muttered as he handed it to Al. "No one tipped me that well."