“That’s actually not a terrible idea,” I admitted after a stunned silence. I pulled out my Hell phone and dialed Vilnius’s number, reminding myself that I needed to change the contact name from Vilnius to Wakka whenever I got a free moment. Not that I was likely to have many of those.
After the first ring, Wakka picked up. “Devil,” answered the Pit Guard, sounding only slightly less irritable than when we’d met. “What can I do for you?”
“Hi, Wakka,” I said. I still felt kind of silly speaking his name aloud. “I need to get in touch with Malkino. He’s still in your Department, right?”
Wakka let out a low growl. “In response to certain political pressures, I have been forced to retain him as a close advisor,” he grated.
“I might be able to help you with some of that political pressure,” I told him. “Can you tell Malkino I need to speak with him immediately? I’ll be waiting outside the front entrance of your Department.”
“I’m not his receptionist,” Wakka said sourly.
“I know that, Wakka, but I didn’t have another way to contact him,” I said with as much sincerity as I could. “Just deliver the message for me. I might be able to get him out of your hair.”
“I’ll tell him,” he replied curtly. He hung up before I could thank him.
With a hopeful nod toward Jaelin and Gus, I said, “Okay, here goes,” and teleported down to the Department of Developstruction.
As I appeared in front of the dark gray stone wall that marked the entrance to the Department, I saw Malkino leaning against it, waiting for me.