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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Festy_Dog" data-source="post: 1424724" data-attributes="member: 2561">James rolls over in bed, after a busy night before he was quite tired.Yep, the alarm'll go off when I need to get up...A few moments travel by effortlessly as partially concious thoughts assemble into a sobering whole.My alarm clock's been broken for a week!He sits bolt upright, and looks to his watch. Discovering the hands are where they shouldn't be he considers moving them somewhere less offensive, but then again, hands on a good quality watch are always where they should be."F<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />ck, diddly, f<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />ck, sh<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />t," he says worriedly as he rapidly starts clothing himself, the string of words soon becoming a kind of mantra as he hustles about the small unit.After putting a kevlar vest on under his shirt he slides a shiny Beretta into a shoulder holster under his jacket, then checks one of the pockets in his backpack for a relic of his days in ASIO. A suppressor, matching the pistol, sat snuggly in a half-decent hiding spot.James slides across the floor and thuds into the front door as he digs in his pocket for keys. A few moments and a few flights of stairs later he is jogging along the beach wearing a zipped up jacket, jeans, a pair of boots, and a panicky expression. Naturally curious glances seem to find their way to him.Half an hour later he arrives at the office, panting as though he was the proverbial snowball fleeing hell. He swallows dryly, calmly unzips his jacket to let some hot air out, and walks into the office.James waves and smiles shakily to Alicia, mumbling an incoherent greeting. The words "don't tell uncle thanks" are quite clear amoung them though. Dexter receives a similiar greeting, different in that it is attempted while James drinks directly from a nearby water-cooler, ended up as a gurgle and an ambiguous hand gesture.He staggers to his desk, dropping his backpack along-side, and plonks himself into a chair."What'd I miss?" he asks Dexter, while looking about for Sakura and Dan.</blockquote>

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