Phone call to Captain

Henry, standing in a phone booth (boy does he love those), dials Captain's number while mulling over exactly how he's going to approach this.

Captain's Cell phone rings, for a second he though it was the red phone, but sighed and answered his cell.
"Captain."

As he starts talking, Henry fishes out a packs of cigarettes from his jacket, to light one up once Captain is talking.

"Captain, I - ", he begins. His words are interrupted by the sounds of cars honking at a moron going through a red light. "I heard you were looking for some help with McClellan AFB. I'm willing to offer help."

"Excellent. Who are you?" Captain sounds pleased, but cautious.

"The name's Henry, Guardian." The capital G is easy to hear. "What say we do this face to face?"

"Sure, come by the FC place." *Click* Captain did enjoy handing out little tests.

Henry looks at the phone in his hand, the communication dead. The FC place? As in, the heart of liberal, free-thinking, undisciplined hippie territory?

Channeling Harry Callahan for a brief moment, he says through the corner of his mouth "Swell.", before hanging up and heading out into the street.