Barry abruptly interrupted his topic.
[Hold on, John, first of all, what you're talking about is something that belongs to someone else's money-making area. I might be willing to make a call to arrange some labor when I'm free, but not right now!]
Barry was getting angrier as he spoke, even shouting, obviously not a good-tempered leader in his job.
[You'd better damn well check what position a Colonel in the ECPD holds before confusing me with a street middleman, or I'll throw you into a private prison to reflect.]
He rudely hung up the phone.
John grinned and didn't take it to heart.
He knew that he had disturbed the other person's work.
If someone called him asking where the hottest girls in the Red Light District of the West District were, while he was on a mission firing shots, he'd probably react similarly, maybe even worse than Barry.
John drove through the newly developed district.
