The Duane Lee Chapman Memorial Bar and Grill, Sheffield Station; "Sniffer" Martinez, proprietor

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*Knocking at the Door*

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*Again a Knock*

"Enter!"

The server opens the door to Special Agent LaRouche's room. She finds him standing at his desk, apparently he cleared it off and is using as a work table. An assortment of tools clutter the desktop along with a half complete gun that Felix is working on.

"Mr. LaRouche your dinner is getting cold," the server piped in sheepishly.

"Sorry Marge, I get too focused sometimes. Please, I keep telling you; call me Felix," replied the exasperated Special Agent, "I am almost finnished here I'll be down in a minute."

"Yes Mr.... er Felix, I'll h-have your place ready downstairs," stuttered the server as she back peddled out the door.

Felix completes his gun and holds it up for inspection, "Good, at last. I guess it's time to go back on the field"
He looks over at his trenchcoat, it had been restitched with a flame resistant lining, "Yes I am ready."

He holsters his gun and drapes on his coat. Without any fanfare he marches out of his room.
A quick meal and time to hunt a paycheque

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