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<blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 1717875" data-attributes="member: 13737">Jason briefly considers tossing the phone into the nearest sewer, but finally stuffs it into his jacket pocket.&nbsp; Making his way off the construction site, he takes a final look back and with another shake of his head, starts down the street towards the nearby subway.&nbsp;The rush hour done, the subway station isn't packed as it usually was when he rode the train and he's able to sit down on the plastic seats next to a window.&nbsp; The ride to his neighbourhood seemed to take forever with his mind in turmoil.&nbsp;What sort of black ops crap was this task force?&nbsp;Was he going to even come back from this... volunteer service?&nbsp;He gave an audible snort at that thought.&nbsp; &quot;Volunteer my butt.&nbsp; This is such a load of crap,&quot; he muttered out loud.&nbsp; &quot;You listening to that, Major?&quot; he said with a wry smile.&nbsp;How was Alan going to take all this?&nbsp;That probably bothered him most, and as he thought about that he very nearly missed his stop.&nbsp; Just getting out of the doors as they were closing, he shook his head again, something that was fast becoming habit it seemed.&nbsp; Jason climbed up to street level and walked the final two blocks home.&nbsp;Now forty five minutes before noon, he tromped up to the second floor apartment he and his brother had and taking a deep breath, turned the key and walked in.&nbsp;&quot;Hey, Alan, I'm home early,&quot; he called out, closing the door behind him.&nbsp; &quot;Where you at, bro?&nbsp; I have some rather big news.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Calinon, post: 1717875, member: 13737"] [font=Times New Roman][/font] [font=Times New Roman]Jason briefly considers tossing the phone into the nearest sewer, but finally stuffs it into his jacket pocket. Making his way off the construction site, he takes a final look back and with another shake of his head, starts down the street towards the nearby subway.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]The rush hour done, the subway station isn't packed as it usually was when he rode the train and he's able to sit down on the plastic seats next to a window. The ride to his neighbourhood seemed to take forever with his mind in turmoil.[/font] [i][font=Times New Roman][color=orange]What sort of black ops crap was this task force?[/color][/font][/i] [font=Times New Roman][color=orange][i]Was he going to even come back from this... [/i]volunteer[i] service?[/i][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman]He gave an audible snort at that thought. "[color=orange]Volunteer my butt. This is such a load of crap,"[/color] he muttered out loud. [color=orange]"You listening to that, Major?"[/color] he said with a wry smile.[/font] [i][font=Times New Roman][color=orange]How was Alan going to take all this?[/color][/font][/i] [font=Times New Roman]That probably bothered him most, and as he thought about that he very nearly missed his stop. Just getting out of the doors as they were closing, he shook his head again, something that was fast becoming habit it seemed. Jason climbed up to street level and walked the final two blocks home.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]Now forty five minutes before noon, he tromped up to the second floor apartment he and his brother had and taking a deep breath, turned the key and walked in.[/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=orange]"Hey, Alan, I'm home early,"[/color] he called out, closing the door behind him. [color=orange]"Where you at, bro? I have some rather big news."[/color][/font] [/QUOTE]

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