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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
Chris’ smart phone began to vibrate, signaling that Archangel’s data had just arrived. Chris opened the files that Archangel sent and pondered over them, sliding his finger across the screen in order to cycle through the files. A smile broke out on Chris’ face; he finally had a challenge that did not involve psycho mutant killers. A challenge that could use his technical knowledge. And it's not a matter of life and death, so there's no pressure either.

“I accept your challenge, Archangel,” Chris replied, “Looks like you’re having problems with cooling and external batteries. But don’t worry. I have solved more difficult problems while having a BAC that would definitely get me arrested if I were to be driving. Of course, I'll be sober this time.”

After a moment, Chris’ cell phone rumbled again. This time, Archangel had programmed a secure line for contacting her in the future.

“Wow,” Chris chuckled, “That’s definitely a new record for me for getting a girl’s number. I didn't even need to use my old trick where I would say that my phone wad dead and I would call myself on their cell.”

Chris then turned to Director Anderson. Now that they had a possible option for countering Nightmare, they needed to develop a plan to implement their new advantage. “So Anderson, what’s next? What’s the plan?”