The number comes up as unknown with a Central City area code. Tony lets it ring twice before he answers it, curiosity getting the better of him. This is a number that only a handful of people know and half of them he's not on speaking terms with at the moment. He barely gets out a greeting before someone is talking very fast and very urgently on the other side of the call.

"I've heard of you," he says, muting the television in front of him and getting to his feet. He's been following Central City closely ever since the STAR Labs particle accelerator explosion. He knows about the Flash and his work there. "I've actually been meaning to get in touch with you for a while now, but it looks like you beat me to the punch. How did you get this number?"

He's already punching into his computer, trying to narrow in on this satellite threat. "What help do you need?"