[center][h3][color=#696969]Mathias Park[/color][/h3] [@ProPro][@FancyHats][@Sickle-cell][/center]
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	My eyes opened slowly to the sound of knocking on the wooden door to my loft, located directly above the bar Quindecim. Glancing to my right, I looked at the gentle neon blue of my Alarm clock, which read [i]7:15 AM[/i]. I sat up in my bed slowly, and turned my body so that my feet could rest on the cold hardwood floor as I pressed a small intercom button embedded in the wall next to my bed's headboard. 

[color=#696969]"Mathias Park speaking, can I help you?"[/color] I asked in a monotonous tone as I ran my fingers through my snow white hair, immediately calming the mess done to it by sleeping.

"Mr. Park, It's Jason, Maxwell wants you at the Alverton Building ASAP." The man stated through the intercom.

[color=#696969]"Come in."[/color] I responded quickly, pressing a second button to unlock the door, allowing him to enter.

	Standing up, I quickly made my way to the wardrobe across the room from my bed and began to dress myself in the guise of Fodem. Within moments, I was dressed in my uniform and walking out the door silently with Jason. Making my way down the wooden stairs in the side-alley, I used my key-fob to unlock and start my [url=http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TEgejMJhOFY/TsZBqa9dSWI/AAAAAAAACSw/AaSpWZ16HEo/s1600/Alfa+Romeo+Pandion+Bertone++sports+car+Coupe+futuristic+design+concept+vehicle+italian+italy+1+side+view.jpg]car[/url]. Getting in, I verified that my "uniform" was immaculate, and began driving.
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	After parking in my designated spot behind the Alverton Building, I silently entered through the back door and made my way to an elevator marked "Out of Order." Removing the glove on my right hand, I placed my thumb on the discreet finger-print scanner and the doors slid open. However, to my surprise, the Elevator was already occupied by a feminine looking cape in nearly all-black, save for her golden gas-mask. My mind rummaged through a mental encyclopedia of active capes in the Boston area, particularly those associated with the Consortium, before I remembered a description given to me by a less than willing informant, may he rest in piece.

[color=#696969]"Taser, Correct?"[/color] I asked, although in a manner more similar to a statement than a question, before stepping into the Elevator and watching the doors slide shut.