"Legion Security"
"No"
"Seven Sons Incorporated"
"No"
"Army of One"
"...Maybe?"
Nate scribbled [i]Army of One[/i] on the napkin on the table in front of him and drew a little smiley face next to it.
"This is hard" came a voice from next to him.
With the corner of his mouth turning up in a smirk, he replied "That's what she said" and gave his companion a well received high five. Ok so maybe it wasn't mature but it was funny...to him at least.
"No, naming things is hard" clarified the rather handsome gent sitting next to him in the busy coffee shop. Nate had come here to satiate his caffeine addiction and eat as many blueberry muffins he could stuff in his face in one sitting. Turns out it was six. He liked this place. The rustic nature made it feel cosy, especially in the back corner where he had, miraculously, managed to secure a seat. The place was always busy too, which only added to the reasons why Nate liked it. He enjoyed having people around. Getting lost in a crowd was strangely pleasing for reasons he couldn't quite explain. There was probably some deep psychological explanation but that was way beyond his area of expertise. Plus the cute waitress was an added benefit.
"We should talk to the folks who own this place" said his friend as he looked around with narrow eyes.
"Why?" asked Nate.
"It's called Lattetude!" came the overly excited response "They obviously know how to name things"
"It's just a cheesy pun name" Nate complained "We're trying to come up with a serious name here....We just need to brain harder". He slumped back in his chair and let out a sigh. That [i]Army of One[/i] thing was pretty good though.

A third voice joined the conversation then, softer and much more pleasant "Are those muffins coming back to bite you?" Nate turned to see the cute waitress, Raven, approach the table as he flipped over the napkin with names written on it. Raven was a full foot and a half shorter than Nate and he found himself wondering if she took this job simply because it was one of the few jobs where she didn't have to look up at people...He had a strange mind. Her dark hair was cut close to her head in a pixie cut but still swept over one of her eyes. When she moved said hair out of the way, Nate couldn't help but stare into those dark blue eyes. Damn she was cute.
"Not yet but my toilet's in for quite a night" he said, suddenly realizing he was staring and looking away. He really wished he had said something cooler...and less gross.
"Heh heh" came a slight giggle to his other side.
"Well can I get you boys something else?" Asked Raven with a slight blush, seemingly noticing that Nate was staring. Damn it.
"No thanks, we're good" Nate informed her.
"We're great actually" his companion added.
"Great" she replied, taking a few steps slowly backwards and bumping into another customer as she went. "Sorry! Sorry!" she apologized before looking back at Nate with a smile then quickly dashed off.
With another sigh, Nate said "Well at least I'm not the only awkward one around here"
He suddenly felt someone kick him in the shin "Why didn't you ask her out!?" he was asked with a distinct level of exasperation.
"After that line about the toilet?" he asked, rubbing his leg.
"Yeah, that was pretty terrible...But she's clearly into you. Chicks dig twins"
"You're not my twin. You're me" Nate corrected.
"Same thing" his 'twin' said, sitting back and folding his arms over his chest.
"Yeah. literally" replied Nate, provoking a smile from his duplicate. "Lets just get back to work"

He was his own worst distraction. Nate was able to create exact copies of himself and had a tendency to talk to them far more than was normal for a healthy mental state. A psychologist would have a field day with him. In fact the military shrinks had. If any of them had been allowed to publish anything relating to him, it would probably have made their careers. Nate redefined the term "Split personality". But military shrinks and the military in general were all behind him now. He had been tossed out on his ass and left to fend for himself...and himself...and himself.

What was he going to do now? Well he had a metric crap ton of experience in 'special operations', maybe he could put it to use. But who would hire him? He had had the bright idea of going into business for himself as hired security or a private spec-ops team...Or maybe one of his duplicates had the idea. Who remembered? But it was a good idea. He could bring a lot of manpower to any operation and only required one paycheck. Albeit a sizable one. What? He wasn't going to give his services away for pennies. No he could hire himself out. Other companies could hire...Army of One...or whatever name they ended up choosing...to fulfill contracts. He would get paid and everyone would be happy. Maybe he could even use some of the money he would earn to take Raven on a date. Then everyone would be [i]really[/i] happy. He looked up from doodling on his napkin to see Raven behind the counter, serving a customer. His mind started to wander again.
"We're never going to get any work done" said his duplicate as he took a sip of his coffee.