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[color=00aeef][h2]Jason Locke[/h2][/color][/center]

	"Jason."

	The voice was like soft bells chiming.  Everything was soft and warm.  He didn't want to move.

	"Jason!"

	It was getting louder, closer.  He began to feel pressure.  Something was wrong.

	"JASON!  He's here!  You've got to go!"

	Jason's eyes bolted open.  He found himself staring at a young woman's face with a ceiling fan orbiting in the background.  He sat up, his heart beginning to pound quickly as he surveyed the area, trying to recall what mess he just got himself into.  He found himself  on a bed in the corner of a small white room, his clothes laying in a pile on the floor, a young woman clad in panties and an oversized shirt standing there with a look of panic on her face.  She looked familiar, but her name was escaping his memory.  As he was putting this all together, he replayed the last words she said in his mind.  [i]He's here... Oh shit!  [u]He's[/u] here![/i]  Jason didn't even know who [i]He[/i] was, but when a girl wakes you up and announced that, you really only need one guess.

	Jason pushed himself off the bed and started trying to put on his clothes as quickly as possible.  He shoved his stubbly face through the neck of his t-shirt before hopping on one leg, trying to get his pants on.  He wasn't remarkably tall, but no one would accuse him of being very short, either.  He was built enough that he could throw a good punch, but he was in no shape to be a street fighter.  Confrontations with boyfriends was something to be avoided entirely.

	As he got his legs situated, he heard stomping coming from the other side of the bedroom door.  [i]He[/i] was coming.  Jason looked around for means of escape.  There was one window by the bed, but he remembered needing to take an elevator to get here.  He was going to have to learn to fly for that to be a viable option.  There was a closet, but that hiding place never worked out.  He looked back to the bedroom door and could see the shadows of feet coming through the bottom.  

	Out of time and options, Jason threw himself to the wall just behind the door as the knob turned and it opened up.  He held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut, hidden by the door itself as the man entered the room.  The girl, Justine... Jennifer... something with a J... She greeted the man with dramatic excitement, using skills that befitting a seasoned thespian to keep her significant other distracted.  As Jason edged around the door, about to make a dash for it, he realized his shoes were still at the foot of the bed.  He ran both hands through his short cropped brown hair as he tried to figure out the move here.  

	"How was work, baby?" Jolene... Jessica....? asked.  The big lug sauntered over to her and gave a hug.  She tried to hold him in longer than what was typical, keeping his back to Jason as she watched him, shooting figurative lasers from her eyes, hoping he would take the hint and leave while she had her man distracted, but he couldn't just abandon his shoes.  They were his only pair.  With a look of panic, he pointed at them, giving off an exaggerated worried face to try and wordlessly explain the predicament.  Julie's face went red, her demeanor rigid as she silently snarled and pointed with her head toward the door.

	The boyfriend pulled away from the hug.  "Same shit, different day.  How about you," he asked Jane as he took a step back and stretched.  Jason was out of options and nearly out of time.  A sudden sense of composure fell over him.  He reached out with his hand toward the shoes and extended his will.  At first, the shoelaces themselves gave a little wiggle.  Jason closed his hand into a fist, took a slow, quiet breath, and tried again.

	Jason had some power in him.  It was untrained, unrefined, and ultimately wasted on him, but he had it.  With a second, more focused attempt, he tried to pull the shoes toward him, hoping they would move without catching Boyfriend's eye.

	"Oh, just another day," Jasmine said, a nervous tone in her voice.  Finally, Jason just forced the command.  [i]PULL[/i]!  Immediately, both shoes went airborne, speeding in his direction to the point that he got nervous and ducked.  With twin THUNKs, the two shoes embedded themselves into the apartment drywall just behind him.  Jason looked on in horror as Boyfriend turned around looking livid as his eyes fell upon this barefooted intruder.

	"Joy, what the fuck is this?!"  [i]JOY!  That was it![/i]  Jason had to make a move.  He turned around, pulled the shoes from the wall, taking them both in one hand while the other was pointed, palm out, at the boyfriend.  More precisely, the boyfriend's junk.

	[i]PUSH[/i] came the command of will.  What was once a look of anger on the boyfriend's face became a visage of concern and fright as Jason's spell took effect.  The boyfriend's knees went weak and he erupted with gasps and labored coughs.  Jason quickly gave Joy a two finger solute before dashing out of the room and quickly out of the apartment.  His feet slapped on the tiled ground as he made his way to the elevator, pressing the call button mercilessly until the doors finally separated and allowed him access.  Once inside, he performed the same feat on the botton that made the doors close back up.  As soon as he felt the elevator move, he sighed deeply with relief and began putting on his shoes.  

	The night was young and this was just the start.  He'd have to call Eric soon.  Jason had already taken care of his pleasure, it was time to take care of his business.  Hopefully his handler had a job for him.  With his shoes laced, Jason stood tall as the elevator doors opened up to the apartment lobby where the urban nightlife could be seen out the glass windows and double-doors ahead.  Jason thought to himself, [i]I love this city.[/i]