14: Before the calm, comes the storm.

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I open up my phone to see 36 text messages

"The Fuck? T.P.I.R, What is this shit?"

T.P.I.R: "Text messages, from Allen and Phoebe."

"You better not have called them damn it!"

T.P.I.R: "I didn't sir." I call Allen first, and he weirdly doesn't pick up. I try again with Phoebe, and she doesn't pick up either. I check my text messages to see them begging me to come home, apparently Phoebe has cancer. 

I run down the hall to go talk to Harry to see if I can go to my other home in Colorado and run into a fellow operator, Valkyrie.

"Holy Fuck!" I say and jump back and fall on the ground

Valkyrie: "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just got scared shitless." I get back to my feet, slightly pained, and run past her to Harrys office I run to his door and keep my cool. I knock on his door.

Harry: "Come in."

I open the door and go in front of Harrys' desk.

"Harry, I need to go to Colorado."

Harry: "May I ask why?" He says, noticing I'm in a rush.

"Family problems."

Harry: "Speaking of Colorado, there are White Masks over there." He walks over to me

Harry: "You can go, just keep your eyes out."

"Thank you, Harry." I walk out, glad I didn't have to be a little prick and push him to say yes.

'Alright. This is fucking great!" I say to myself.

I walk over to the front door and walk thorough. I run to the garage where my car is. I get in and start the ignition. I drive out of the parking lot and begin the long drive to Colorado.

Ay there, Author over here. This chapter feels WAY too short, but I have something planned in the future that might be really cool. Anyways this is already too long of an authors note. Goodbye Mates!

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