[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 -> The Quinjet
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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James nearly clicked his tongue in irritation but kept his composure. He had an open line and the woman was just casually speaking. Why not mention where they planned to move his son and his human distraction too? Maybe they could hire one of those skywriting planes and write their holding area’s address on it too. James did send Agent Darkholme a glare once her back turned but he refocused quickly. He had little to no time until Banner shut down any chance of discussion… Well, maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Twist it as an overreaction to a simple home invasion and blame the lack of additional oversight. Then, they’d at least have additional funding for the project. 

But that wasn’t the job. And to do it, he needed Banner reasonable. The only way to do that was walking up the ramp right now.

[color=MediumSpringGreen]“One moment Dr. Banner”[/color] James walked out the house, walking as quickly as he could to catch up with the Banner child as he entered the ship. [color=MediumSpringGreen]“I have Lance right here, Dr. Banner. Lance would love to discuss the details of a meeting once you agree to it.”[/color] James stopped next to the boy, waiting until the Doctor agreed before passing the phone over. James pulled his weapon out, ready to fire on Lance in case he tried something or it messed up. One could only expect so much from an inhuman after all.