Whip out your cell and dial Tank

You pull your cell out and quickly dial the operator. "Operator", you hear over the phone. "Tank, I need an exit!", you say into the cellphone, exuding cool like only you can.

"What? Who is this?" - uh, is not the response you expected. "Tank, it's me, it's Neo!", you respond, and your voice shows just a glimmer of stress, but you're still cool.

"Neo? Tank? Look bud, my name is Larry and I'm an operator for the phone company. Was there something I could help you with?", comes the smarmy response. "Uh, oh, err...Is Tank there?", you reply. And your cool? Really, really, REALLY gone.

"Look, I've no clue what you're on about - there is no Tank here!", Larry icily responds. "Uh, heh - sorry, wrong number?", is your weak response. You hear a CLICK as Larry hangs up on you. And, to make matters worse, the mafia types have extricated themselves from the fish and are advancing on you with hate and pure malice of intent in their eyes...