Coming To A Decision (Solo)

Jacen sat on the park bench staring down at the card in his hand. Etched on the plain white card, in gold lettering, was the name 'Mr. Larraby'. Directly underneath that in plain black digits was the phone number. For weeks Jacen had been struggling with his decision but at his layoff from the NYPD and subsequent conversation with Kealey, Jacen had discovered that the choice was rather easy. He was a man of action, a man that hated to sit still for no reason. He had been trained by the government and taken an oath to fight those that threatened the United States and the Constitution upon which it had been founded. Mutants as a whole were not the threat but as Mr. Larraby explained it was the fear of mutants and those individuals that exploited that fear that were the problem. They were the terrorists that were out to destroy the constitution and the rights that had been given to every American citizen.

Standing up from the bench Jacen turned to begin walking down the pathway as he pulled a cell phone from his pocket. After dialing the number he lifted the communication device to his ear and waited until he heard a man's voice answering.

"Mr. Larraby, it's Jacen King. We need to talk."