[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Banner Residence
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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James gave Mistique a deadpan stare as she murmured about improvising. The whole damn operation had been [i]improvising[/i]. He sntached the phone out of the air, irritated. This would have gone better [i]with less people[/i] initially and ways to communicate but why plan. He held the phone up to his ear, putting on a much more pleasant voice than he felt capable of.

[color=mediumspringgreen]“Dr. Banner. It’s a pleasure to finally speak to you.”[/color] James spoke conversationally. [color=mediumspringgreen] “We need your help and Lance was polite enough to offer us a way to reach you. See, we have a problem only you can help us with and we can’t leave until its solved. I’m sure Lance, being your research assistant, could help us figure some parts of the puzzle out but I doubt he’d last as long when he eventually failed. Why don’t you come home and we can discuss this over a cup of coffee? I’d love to resolve this civilly if you allow it. Lance and his little friend will probably appreciate it too.”[/color]