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Posted by quinn on Sept 4, 2007 18:32:09 GMT -6
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(House is a small one room building, secluded in the woods of Maine)
James slowly drove down the winding dirt road to his house, his jeep rocking back and forth from the many bumps in the uneven path. Trees shaded the area, keeping the noon day sun from reaching the ground. The jeep slowed to a stop in front of a small log home and James exited and walked towards the front door. Once he entered he took an immediate right, leaving his door open to the fresh air outside. He tossed his keys onto a table as he entered his living room, pressing a button on a small answering machine a small hum could be heard before it kicked to life. "Mr. Quinn, this is Colonel Stevens with the Navy, I am sure you have been paying attention to the recent events reguarding mutants, we may require your services once more. If you are interested we have tickets at the Portland airport waiting for you, one - way to New York City." The machine beeped to signify the end of message.
James grabbed a bottle of beer and took a seat in the middle of the room, thinking about what he has been offered. "They have a habit of not telling me the whole truth, but then again business has been dead." James put his drink aside and leaned back "Well, New York here I come"
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