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“Hey Nate... some weird guy in a suit is at the front door looking for you.”

Nathan McFadden had a moment when his hungover brain refused to make sense of what his roommate said, or even where he was at the moment.  Finally it coughed up the second bit of information.  He was in Cocoa Beach, Florida, last night he DJ a party at some nice hotel for a surfing competition's after party.  Now that he got that settled he realized what his roommate at the shack he was crashing in told him.  “Oh shit... alright alright.  Dude what time is it anyways?”  Nathan moaned as he got up, throwing on a shirt over the speedo he usually slept in.

Nathan sloughed over to the front door, a weirdly nice looking man holding an envelope, looking at the young blond man with a raised eyebrow.  “Yeah whats up bro?”  Nathan asked having to hold himself upright against the door frame.  Nathan suddenly had the envelope put to his chest.  “Read this privately Mr. McFadden.”  The man quickly started to take his leave as Nathan just looked on quizzically.  “Yeah sure mister mysterious man figure I'm probably hallucinating...”  Nathan called back to the guy before before shaking his head.  Figuring he might as well comply as he closed the front door behind him.

The lightly tanned man was thankful his roommates weren't seeing him right now.  Not only was that guy weird but Nathan had a sneaking suspicion his body was wobbling something fierce.  Not even in the traditional sense, but literally swaying to and fro in a way only a spineless fish could.  Stuff like that happened when he was hungover or drunk.  One time he got so drunk he ended up with a beer belly that practically redefined the term as it hung out a few feet from him.  Of course having these powers meant being able to fix that kind of stuff and be back to muscular glory in no time.  Still he needed to be able to remind himself to look normal when he was doing anything.  One real lapse of thought can cause him to go from stud to what the hell is that in no time.

Getting back to his room Nathan flopped down onto the cheap mattress he was sleeping on and got his pillows propped up to get comfy.  After all one can't read really neat secret documents while uncomfortable, that's just a fact.   Letting his finger get morphed into something more shaped like a letter opener Nathan opened the envelope with it and quickly watch the plane ticket flop onto his stomach.  A ticket to Haiti?  FUCK YEAH!  Man he knew Kelly Slater was a cool guy but he didn't realize the guy was this cool!  The letter came out next, and either Kelly has a sick sense of humor or Nathan's smile quickly fading meant something.

[i]'Nathan. You don't know me, but I know you. 

I know it's hard to trust someone you don't know, but I'm asking you to just read this letter and give me a chance. The government has targeted you. That blood test you took last month was taken by every teenager in the country. It was looking for people like you. Special people. You're not the only one. There are hundreds, if not thousands. I'm giving you a choice. Stay where you are now, and die, or be taken away to live out your days as a lab rat - or, alternatively, leave your home, get on that plane and do not look back.'

'You will never be able to have the life that you have planned now, but I can offer you a new life. A life where you can be a part of the downfall of the government's genocide of people like you and I. Your powers are a gift, I can help you use them for good.  If you decide to take that ticket, know that a lot of hard work and danger will be coming your way. But ask yourself - is that not better than death? I hope to see you in Haiti. Look for a man holding a sign saying 'Smith Family' when you arrive there. He will take you to your new home, should you choose to take the flight.

'Regards, -W.V.'

'P.S.: If you have family, it's best that they don't know where you're going.'[/i] 

Dude, the fuck?

Nathan for a second glanced around the room, hoping some guy was going to pop out and tell him how the prank was so good.  Sadly it wasn't happening though, what the hell blood test was it even talking about?  More importantly why the Hell was the Government after him?  What did he do?  Yeah his all elastic or something but he has never used it to do anything bad.  Sure he uses it to look more beefy than he normally does (Not that he'll ever admit it, all natural baby), and occasionally by himself he used it to get beer out of a fridge while lounging on the couch.  IS ALL THAT NOW A CRIME OR SOMETHING?  Seriously Nathan was not sure what the Hell to think right now.  On the one hand all of this is so messed up none of it feels real.  On the other he sure as Hell isn't normal being able to stretch all over the place like those old Stretch Armstrong dolls.  On the third non existent hand, free trip to Haiti!

Nathan had to keep mauling over the choices for a moment, holding the ticket and letter in his hand and tapping it against his other hand as he was trying to figure out what his confused brain was going with.  As he did that though Nathan started to glance out the window.  His eyes widened almost unnaturally when he realized someone was outside, the guy was wearing a suit and shades and coming towards the shack.  “Shit!”  Nathan mouthed under his breath.  Well guess that settles that.

In a frantic rush Nathan hurried to get all of his clothes shoved into the single piece of luggage he had.  Almost forgetting to put pants on himself until he was almost finished  “Crap crap crap CRAP!”  Nathan finally got all his things together when he saw the man just at the door, yeah defiently back door exit time!  WAIT!  Almost forgot the surfboards, never forget the surfboards!  Nathan got everything together, quickly throwing the backdoor open and running out the door, dialing a taxi as he ran away.

“Hey man how did the job interview go?” 

“Really good, hey why was Nathan running away from the house like that?”

“Who knows, you wanna play some Road Rash 64?”

“Hell yeah.”

~ Later at the airport ~

Nathan was no stranger to the airport, thanks to a few trips to California, Hawaii, and once to Australia as a graduation present.  Though that said the young man still stuck out like a sore thumb as he glanced around at the business men and families around him.  Shit his mom and dad, he never did call them.  Nathan scratched the back of his head, sadly he didn't really see a need too.  Sure he loved them a ton, but by now they did their thing and he did his thing.  They didn't talk too much and at least as far as Nathan could tell they didn't mind.  Sure if he needed money he'd usually return home, help work at dad's surf shop or mom's bake cart for a while, then head back out to do whatever.  It was a good system, well it was until all this crap.  Seriously the Government has to put its funds into going after guys like him?  Don't they have anything better to do?  Nathan sighed as the plane was about to start boarding, who knew going to Haiti could be both so awesome and suck so hard at the same time?