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THE CORNER OF WEST ORLENES ST. AND SOUTH N BROADWAY
BALTAMORE, MARYLAND
11:26 PM

So many faces, none to turn to. Choices of the past haunt me and anyone with whom I come in contact. If only they could understand. Regretfully, in protecting them and myself, I hide me. No one knows the real me, no one can. If that were to ever happen, the danger that they would be in would be tremendous. Suddenly, a rumble approaching my car returned my thoughts to the present. Almost knowing who it was, I turned my head to greet the approaching vehicle. Finally, the black sedan ran alongside of my convertible.
"Hey, Yves," announced Jimmy Bond as he rolled down the window. Amazingly, he was alone.
"Hello, Jimmy," I replied bluntly. As a favor, I had come here to meet with him. "What is it?"
"I just... Um..." Stuttered Jimmy.
"Well?" I insisted. I had to get back home to finish some work.
"I, I mean the guys and I wanted, needed your help with something," he finally informed me.
"With what Jimmy? I need to be somewhere." In coming here I was missing a very important meeting.
"Langly, kinda... Um... Hacked into some government thing and now the feds are after us." Of course this came as no surprise to me.
"Jimmy, what agency?" I inquired.
"I think it was FEMA or something like that. I just-" he tried to continue when I rudely cut him off.
"Sorry, Jimmy, I have to go," I cut in as I put my foot to the gas pedal and turned the ignition key.