Benjamin Linus

Tom and Ethan were on standby, ready to take what orders might be delivered in the coming hours. Aldo was out keeping a lock on the Zelkovii brothers, and preparing to set up a plan of Ben's if it could be worked out just right. In the meantime, Benjamin himself had retired to his desk, where he was pouring over information regarding the Carlyle family.

*Telephone*

It was on toward the dark hours of the night when finally the telephone rang in the house - a startling sound in the tense silence. There was a pause, and then it rang again, a normal, innocent sound that could only portend that Cassidy had gotten all of the information she needed. When inevitably it was picked up, her low, sultry voice sounded over the line. "Good evening, Ben."

Benjamin & Others

Even in the privacy of his own home, Benjamin's retained a facade that bore little emotion when the phone rang, even if he knew who almost certainly had to be on the other end of it. Setting aside his papers and using a finger to reposition his spectacles, the man stood up from his desk and walked briskly for the stand where the phone was ringing, "Cassidy." The mild greeting was returned in the form of her name, and followed directly with a down-to-business sort of attitude, "You have his location, I trust?" He didn't yet make any sort of remark about what knowledge he held over her - it would be tricky enough to work with that, and he'd much rather reveal his knowings in person rather than over the phone.

Cassidy

Fortunately for Ben's plans for her, his voice gave her no hints to the secrets that Conan had divulged to him not two hours back. She was ignorant that he now held the upper hand... so she replied evenly to him. "If you travel south on the highway, and turn onto a dirt road half a mile past the junction to the inner city, you will be going down a road that leads behind the main part of the Soloughvein Downs. Follow that road for two miles, and there will be an overgrown footpath. At the end of that path is a leaky, half-ruined shack. That is where he is staying."

Benjamin Linus

His visual accuracy as far as memory went was almost as dead on as his ability to read others. It also helped that he knew almost every nook and cranny in the valley, so he had no trouble pinpointing the general area that was being described to him. "Very well, it will be done." He spoke crispy in reply, deciding against making any comment to the effect 'Do you have any last words for him?' With no further words, Ben ended the call and moved to retrieve a a trench coat hanging inside his closet. From there... it would be a quick ride by horseback as he went to confront Mr. Carlyle.