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[indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080]James spent the remainder of his morning falling in and out of sleep on the couch while watching Sons of Anarchy reruns. Around eleven he decided to get up and search his fridge to see what was stocked and figure something out for lunch that could also constitute a cooking lesson. He eventually settled on burgers and kraft macaroni and cheese thinking that it sounded like something simple that Aria would enjoy, considering she ate like a child. The thought wrestled a soft chuckle from his chest as he prepared all the ingredients, laid out a frying pan, and filled a pot with water for the macaroni. 

And then he waited… And waited…

A half an hour before noon there was a weird doorbell like chime, but it wasn’t the elevator or an obnoxiously excited blonde ready for another cooking lesson. A voice rang out over some P.A. system in his apartment. [color=d6d6d6]"Good morning. Given light of recent events, Mr. Coulson has arranged a training session which will commence in thirty minutes, at noon, on sub-level six. He has requested you all arrive unencumbered with any uniforms, gadgets, weapons or any other paraphernalia. Thank you."[/color] James’s heart sank as he crossed his arms over his chest and stared at a small chip in the concrete wall.

[color=d13b00][i]She’s not coming,[/i][/color] the spirit’s voice filled the silence.

The familiar tingle in the back of his head pulled him out of his mental fog, giving him the final drive to move. James slowly turned around and began gathering all the refrigerated items. [color=cb6b06]"I know."[/color] His voice was quiet and monotone, void of emotion or the usual bite that laced his words when he spoke to the spirit in his head. He put the ground beef, toppings, and whatever other cold ingredients back into the fridge without a word. He left whatever could stay out on the counter figuring if nothing else he could make it for dinner for himself. It didn’t really matter. 

[color=d13b00][i]She’s with [/i]those[i] women.[/i][/color] While the spirit always sounded angry and two seconds away from murdering the nearest unfortunate victim, there was a faint, indiscernible difference in his tone.

[color=cb6b06]"Probably,"[/color] James replied as he sat on the stairs and slipped on his boots. He felt the spirit stir, flames roaring in his head as he prepared to speak. [color=cb6b06]"[i]Drop it.[/i] She’s free to make her own decisions."[/color] While there was a conviction behind his words and he stood behind what he said, there was still a small knot in his stomach. Aria wasn’t his responsibility and she was free to do whatever and [i]whomever[/i] she wanted. All he could do was hope that the spirit’s hunches were wrong. The last thing he needed was to lose a friend because he smited her fuck buddies. 

James sighed, running his hands back through his hair before he got up and walked over to the elevator. Considering he was a little early, the lift was empty when it arrived. Not that he overly minded riding it with someone else, but he’d prefer to avoid those other women if he could help it. He wasn’t particularly in the mood to pretend to be friendly. But thankfully the doors opened to a nearly empty floor. 

The room was fairly open and sterile, reminding him of a hospital waiting room. There was a large computer-like control panel on one wall with a door beside it. On the far side of the room was a large window like the ones he saw in crime movies where cops watched an interrogation through a one way mirror. In the center there were several benches and chairs, and sitting in one of them already waiting was the guy named [i]Tobias[/i], he thought… It was hard to remember all the names when he could barely stay awake through the meeting the night before. He gave the man a small nod of his head before slipping into a single chair off to one side so he didn’t have to worry about someone trying to sit next to him and make conversation. [/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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