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	Stan was taken aback at the aggressiveness of Shina. "[color=DAA520]No! I don't want w-weapons! I might be in danger. Or maybe you? I haven't gone that far in the timelines. Somehow I'm important to what happens to you. Actually, it might be the other way around.[/color]" His head began throbbing gently. "[color=DAA520]Someone's after me. I've been in a war of sorts in the Skyline, and somebody wants me dead.[/color]" His eyes bloodshot, he spoke again. "[color=DAA520]I just-[/color]" Stan suddenly cut himself off, his eyes going misty as he stumbled backwards, hitting the ground. He never felt it. He was dead to the world in seconds, unblinking as something forced him into the future. Stan awoke from his strange slumber as quickly as three minutes. 

He stood up quietly, looking at Shina. He smoothed his rumpled suit. "[color=DAA520]Listen, Ma'am. I may be what you see as a corrupt individual. I can assure you it's the very opposite. My business does what it must to survive. The technology we develop, including the biochemical weapons, have helped eliminate both good and bad people. But what I do with the money eliminates corruption, destroying the seeds before they can start to grow.[/color]" He tapped the pistol at his belt. "[color=DAA520]I may be a businessman, but that does not stop my crusade for justice. It may seem frivolous, but I can assure you it is important.[/color]" He stroked his chin. "[color=DAA520]I know what you seek. You have lost someone dear to you, and you want to get them back. I have the technological advancements a CEO of a Skyline company can provide, and the IQ to match. I'm sure I can find a solution. Now, would you care to join me?[/color]" Stan beckoned to the hovercar.