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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">James gazed down the dark and dirty street. On the roadsides, homeless figs lay about, while the occasional car passed through. From his left, James saw the breeze of one such vehicle blow a paper into his face. He grabbed it quickly, and was dissapointed immediately. It was not a help wanted ad, but rather an ad requesting employment. "What the brick is Kotos?" He muttered, throwing aside the paper.Â </p>

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">When he passed a smaller back-alley, he noticed the tiniest of signs, stating "Help wanted!" With interest, he turned and walked warily, reaching into his jacket to draw a Walther P99. To his right was a door with a faint light emanating from it, to his left was a garbage bin, and in the back of the alley was a large dumpster. James sighed, and knocked on the door. From inside came a clattering noise, and a man cried "Tim! Make yourself useful and answer the blasted door, you worthless layabout!"Â </p>

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">"Fine!" Another replied, and the door swung open. James tensed up and pointed his pistol, finding himself staring down the barrel of a similar weapon.Â </p>

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">"Drop it." He sternly commanded. The person on the other end, dressed in overalls and a small hat, began trembling and dropped his gun with a clatter. James kept his Walther levelled on the minifigure in overalls, and slowly picked up the weapon. "Glock 19 generation 4" James remarked. "Pretty nice handgun, but the user is...subpar." James removed the magazine and locked the slide of the handgun back, ejecting a cartridge, then handed it back to the fig. "So, I'm here about a job. I saw you were offering?"</p>

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">Behind the fig in overalls came a whitehaired fig, in a suit and tie. This older individual groaned. "Disarmed again Tim? I don't even know why I keep you here." He turned towards James. "Hello. My name is Thomas Van Wellworth. I apologize for Timothy's incompetence. Now, won't you come in and have a cup of tea?"</p>

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-weight:normal;">"Now, I must inquire about your past, good sir." Van Wellworth stated to James. They were sitting in an ornate wooden room, in classical chairs; in front of them was a table with two cups of tea. "First, what is your name? Second, your methodology in disarming Timothy implies you possess military training, where did you previously work?"</span></p>

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">"My name is James Walters. I previously worked for the C.O.D, before, well, an underling took my job." James sat back casually, keeping his hand on his pistol constantly.</p>

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">"A pity. What exactly was your position?"</p>

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">"Director of Military Division." James replied, keeping a perfectly straight face.</p>

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">Van Wellworth burst out laughing. "What a sense of humor! But really, what was your position?" James merely threw him a business card. Van Wellworth examined it, then swore softly.</p>

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">"I can see that now, James. I apologize." Van Wellworth smiled. "I think I could find work for you here," He handed James a small business card, reading 'Van Wellworth (CCI)'. "Now, let's discuss the details of your employment."</p>

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">"Yes, lets. Thomas, why do you want a military expert?"</p>

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">"Simple. I have a very complicated business. I work for the Chanoran government, in counter-intelligence. Now, a man with your skills would be very useful in the current conflict."</p>

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">"The Kolhestrans are at war with Ramiara. We have sided with Ramiara. We need soldiers."Â </p>

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">"If you need soldiers, why me? I'm not in the C.O.D, as you full well know. I'm not interested in politics." James gripped his weapon more tightly, slowly clicking off the safety, covering the sound by speaking. "In fact, if you were Chanoran counter-intelligence, you would know exactly who I am. Â You knew I was no longer in the C.O.D, but you didn't know for how long, so you acted as though I couldn't possibly have been the director of Mil-Div. Would have given you credibility in a few years, not now. "Â </p>

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">"What are you implying, James?" Thomas asked, reaching into his jacket. James smiled.</p>

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">"Simple. You are trying to manipulate me. Also, your accent is very close, but more Kolhestran than Chanoran. Nice try though. Now," James openly aimed his weapon at Tim, who had come from the side. "I need to find a friend. Good day." With that, James shot Tim, smashing him. Van Wellworth drew a handgun and fired twice, but James disappeared rapidly in a swirl of energy and with a woosh.</p>

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">Both shots caused wood shards to fly from the wall, but James was unscathed. Van Wellworth sighed, and stood himself up. "Well, blast."</p>
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