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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Agamon" data-source="post: 1543132" data-attributes="member: 184">Tyroc, MimicOOC: Some editing up there may be necessary to lessen confusion, guys <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />“Winters?  That would be Angela Winters, she’s to be your government liaison.  But I didn’t know she went up to Canada personally to speak with the Kuypers.  I really don’t know a lot about her, except that she was apparently a very successful attorney before coming to DC.”  Eagle shrugs.  “I seriously doubt it matters, have you spoken to his parents?  The President himself could go up there to get Aaron to join and I don’t think they’d even listen.  And don’t worry, if he does somehow end up on the team, I’ll be treating him like any other team member, and expect no less from him than I do any of you.  That probably won’t help any with my idol status,” she adds with a smirk.The phone is passed to Miguel.  Tyrone takes over potato peeling, while Mama hands Alita some bowls and silverware to set the table.“Hello, Miguel,” Eagle says.  “Why am I not surprised that you found that funny?” she replies, shaking her head.  “Tyrone has most of the details already.  You are to meet at Freedom Plaza tomorrow morning at nine.  I’ll see you then.  I should go, I have a busy day ahead of me.  Goodbye.”As Miguel hangs up the cell, the house phone begins to ring.  “Well,” Mama says, “there’s goes that phone again, boy.  You can answer it, ‘cause Lord knows it’s for you anyhow.”MishaYou reach the pub and a valet takes your car to the parking lot.  The pub is quaint, a mix of Olde English style and modern convenience.  It has a relaxing atmosphere, a reason you enjoy coming here.You spot Jerry and his fiancé, Gwen, sitting at a booth along the far wall.  They stand as you approach.  “Misha, good to see you,” he says with a smile, shaking your hand.  “You remember Gwen, right?”“Hello, Misha,” Gwen says with a pleasant mile.“Oh, look, some bubbly,” Jerry says, pointing to the champagne.  “And roses, how did you know?” he says mockingly.  “So where is this date of yours?”BlizzardYou get back to where your car was and it’s gone.  Standing near where you left it is Random, leaning against a nearby wall, reading USA Today.  He looks up as you get out of the cab.  “I thought you’d show up for your car,” he says with a smile.  “Don’t worry, all taken care of.  I spoke to the police, told them the situation, and had your car towed to Dan’s Autobody, I think it’s called.  In a couple days it’ll be good as new.  Did you get to your appointment all right?”Lupa“So you can eat all that and stay slim, hey?” Daniels says, sucking on a milkshake.  “Now there’s an elite trick I wouldn’t mind having.”  He pats Dunn’s belly, who is caught unaware of the move.  “You could probably use it, too,” he says with a chuckle.Dunn pushes the hand away.  “Knock it off.”“So, I assume you’ve never been to New York.  If you think San Fran is a big, bustling city, you haven’t seen anything yet.” Daniels says with a nod.Shimmering SamuraiDan takes the hint and goes back to working on his laptop.  The areodyne soon takes off and your journey back across the Pacific begins.  A stewardess walks by and asks, “Can I get either of you gentlemen something to drink?  Coffee, tea, soda?”“Coffee, please, black, two sugars,” Dan replies without glancing up from his screen.</blockquote>

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