DoubleX
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Charlie Foxtrot
First I giveth, then I taketh away...
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Post by DoubleX on Feb 1, 2004 18:23:43 GMT -5
It had been weeks since James C. Farwell died in a government coverup. He was an agent in service of the CIA, more specifically, the Lambda Sect. The Lambda Sect took care of secretive missions not normally handled by other factions of the military or government agencies. He was the best of the best, training in magic was rare nowadays. The mission he was on was to assasinate the local mayor, but this was only a set-up for his own death.
It was pouring rain in the month of october. Lightning crashed as the janitors were cleaning up the local morgue. They closed the door to the slabs and locked it. People were still going about their business even though it was one o'clock AM. The building was also part of a government research facility established for unknown reasons.
There was suddenly a stirring in slab 3C. Hands grasped the edges of the wall and pulled the slab out. A naked, rather pale looking man jumped to the floor and closed the slab. He read the name, it said: "James C. Farwell"
Lightning crashed.
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