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	Stan sat still in his chair, his eyes a misty color, almost as if he was blind. However, he was anything but. His sixth sense took a lot of concentration, but it allowed him more sight than most people had. As he was browsing the futures, looking for any threats against his life. He stopped suddenly. A very distinct person was before him. They were chatting, but it didn't look like they were in a good place. It looked like a woman, but she had blue skin, white hair, and strange ears that appeared to be that of a cats. and  Stan cursed inside his mind, further exploring that timeline. His guard awoke him from his mental slumber later, at the scheduled time. Stan looked at him for a solid thirty seconds. "[color=DAA520]I need you to find someone for me.[/color]"

	Stan looked through the business data records, his guards watching the entrance. A knocking came at the door. The guards turned to their boss. Stan's eyes narrowed, as he drew his handgun. He gestured to his guards to open the door. "[color=DAA520]Do it. Be on guard.[/color]" They aimed their rifles as they hit the 'OPEN' button. A masked man and three comrades entered, firing rounds into both of the guards. They didn't stand a chance, collapsing as their tensing fingers released a couple of shots into the ceiling. Stan intially panicked, but released they hadn't come here to kill him or to rob him. The lead killer held up a note. It read, in letters cut from a magazine (Stan almost laughed. So stereotypical.) 'The Suit must end.' 

	Stan watched in terror as the men backed away, with one finger pressed to their lips. Stan, with a shaking hand, raised his walkie talkie. "[color=DAA520]Rodriguez. What the fuck happened?[/color]" A puzzled response crackled from the walkie talkie. "[i]What do you mean, sir?[/i]" Stan sighed. "[color=DAA520]Raise security to level 3 priority.[/color]" He spent four hours that night worrying in the living room of his penthouse as he let the family of the guards know of their demise and arranging for a severance package to be sent. He finally went to bed, sleeping untroubled despite the void growing inside him. The next day, he made himself look extra presentable. The intelligence officers had found the woman he had seen in his future. 

	As he left via a hover car, he descended onto the top of a building, finding the one he had been searching for sitting motionless. Stan cleared his throat. "[color=DAA520]Hello. I'm Stan McBride Jr.[/color]" He wondered if she had heard of him from the news or from the tabloid magazines he was often featured in. Those interviews were such a drag. "[color=DAA520]This may sound strange, but you were in my future.[/color]"