[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Human Resistance HQ, New York, New York
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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James only shrugged in response. The plan wasn’t meant to kill so clearly the finer points got swallowed up by the single focus these people had. It seemed everywhere he turned, these people couldn’t handle more than a single objective but so be it. James made his way over to Max and slid down to the floor next to him. The exhaustion of healing so much was creeping up on him now that everything slowed down for a moment. James nudged the other man with his shoulder and chuckled. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Out of the frying pan and into the fire, huh? Christ this is one shitty situation.”[/color] James shook his head with grim humor.

[color=mediumspringgreen]“What exactly determined all this nonsense?”[/color] James asked quietly. James didn’t want to reflect on everything that had happened in this life, not with an objective so close at hand so in typical James fashion, he shut those emotions down real quick. That would be something to focus on later when he had time to unpack all those things. Maybe he wouldn’t have time until they fixed it and then hopefully he could forget all of it. Hopefully, he’d forget all of it.