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Message: <blockquote data-quote="taitzu52" data-source="post: 2274403" data-attributes="member: 21465">Indeed it has been back to the old routine.  More paperwork, more inane phone calls, more of the glamorous life of an FBI agent that those TV producers never seem to capture in those "real crime" dramas.  Only real change is that Andrews has been spending more time at the shooting range, and keeping that service sidearm as clean as a whistle.  He considered Jujitsu, but for Christ's *CED*ing sake, that's no game for a guy pushing 50.  At least he's getting some sleep these days.  That'll all come to an abrupt end, he thinks, the day that.....He picks up the letter and holds it up to the light, just like Brown would want him to.  "*CED*" he says, "here we go."  He puts the letter down, and calls Brown on his cel phone.  "Showtime, kid.  I've got a letter with your name on it.  And I'm not at the office.  Meet me at the Ruby Tuesday in North Arlington."  The banality of his life comes creeping back ever so slightly as he grabs his coat, his cigarettes, and his gun, and heads out the door.  And then, with letter in hand, it's gone.(OOC- Solomon's a popular man today.  Did this letter come to my house or the office?  I'm assuming that it's my house, smoking, bills, etc.)</blockquote>