Aryk Larson |PF| *Last night had been another hell night. I normally didn't mind when spirits came to visit me, I just hated when they woke me out of a dead sleep and then just stood there staring. Sighing, I slide out of bed and start heading towards the bathroom when I hear my phone buzz. Odd, usually they don't email me until at least 9:00. Picking up my phone, I frown as I see I have been transferred. It's not unheard of. Due to my powers, I tend to go from one office to another.*
*Sighing heavily, he closed the two manila folders he'd held in his hand. In their line of work, a split second could change everything. Indeed, it almost always changed for the worse.*
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