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May. 13th, 2012 09:33 pmDear Colleague,
I invite you to join The Thomas Agency. We are returning to our roots, and will once again strive to protect the multiverse and assist our allies where needed.
Enclosed is a more personalized letter detailing position, rank and pay.
I hope you will accept our offer.
Welcome to The Agency!
Sincerely,
Janie.
Vito examined the letter carefully, then set it aside to contemplate the contents of the box which had accompanied the letter.
Inside was a metal case with two lockable catches, a device that looked a little like a high-tech version of a pager, a cashier's check for $5,000 and an offer of $754 monthly to serve as an entry-level officer.
He opened the metal box, and his eyes widened. It was clearly a weapon, a gun of some sort, but it was an unfamiliar make and model. Judging by the controls situated on the handgrip, it wasn't a projectile weapon, but focused energy ... laser or force or microwave.
He took the weapon out of the box, skimmed though the manual, and nodded.
"I knew it was going to be a weird day when I woke up," he said aloud, and picked up his phoen to dial Janie's number.
I invite you to join The Thomas Agency. We are returning to our roots, and will once again strive to protect the multiverse and assist our allies where needed.
Enclosed is a more personalized letter detailing position, rank and pay.
I hope you will accept our offer.
Welcome to The Agency!
Sincerely,
Janie.
Vito examined the letter carefully, then set it aside to contemplate the contents of the box which had accompanied the letter.
Inside was a metal case with two lockable catches, a device that looked a little like a high-tech version of a pager, a cashier's check for $5,000 and an offer of $754 monthly to serve as an entry-level officer.
He opened the metal box, and his eyes widened. It was clearly a weapon, a gun of some sort, but it was an unfamiliar make and model. Judging by the controls situated on the handgrip, it wasn't a projectile weapon, but focused energy ... laser or force or microwave.
He took the weapon out of the box, skimmed though the manual, and nodded.
"I knew it was going to be a weird day when I woke up," he said aloud, and picked up his phoen to dial Janie's number.
