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An alarm clock was blaring at about 6:45 A.M. Andrew looked up at the clock and, at first, reached for his gun, thinking that it might do him some good bu tthen he just hit the snooze button. "Mmmmm...." He grumbly said as he rolled over in his Queen sized bed. "I had to take the early shift this week." He as he drifted back to sleep until his clock went off at 5:50.

He finally got up and stumbled over to the bathroom of his appartment. He looked in the mirror, looking at the cumluative peach fuzz on his face from the other day. He looked at his shaggy brown hair, thinking of what he did last night, or tried to remember. "I don't think I got drunk last night." He mumlbed as he started to comb his hair so it would look appealing. He then grabbed his toothbrushed and looked at the clock, 5:53.

He finished brushing his teeth and took a small shower. He felt better and stepped out of the shower and looked at the clock, 5:54. He looked at the clock, thinking that the batteries must be dieing. He looked at the other clocks, one of them an atomic clock, they all read 5:54. He shrugged it off and headed to the small kitchen area and fixed himself a pot of coffee.

"Hey, hey, hey Odessa, it is six to six right now and many of you should either be A) waking up or B) getting ready for school. On a side note, the first ever landslide election for congres took place in New York City last night. Naithin Petrelli pulled off an astonishing victory with him being down in the polls for the month and then winning be a reported landslide. But even more astonishingly, a blast was reported in the sky over looking the city only a few hours afterwards, I guess someone was happy for the congresman. Origin of the bl-" Andrew turend the radio off and looked at his pot of coffee, just about ready. He grabbed his coffee cup and poured the freshly brewed java in his cup and added two lumps of sugar. He took two gulps of the coffee, feeling better. "Time to get ready." He said out load. The clocks read 5:55

He got his work wears on, one of a few black suits he had, and equiped his gun on his side. He had been working at the high school after the insident at homecoming and Claire Benet beign reported missing for the week. He finished tieing his tie and looked at the clock, 5:58. "I must have hit my head or something." He said as he grabbed his cup and finished off the coffee. He grabbed his keys, opened a window and left for work.

Viktor arived at the Primatech building within the hour. Upon checking his mailbow he was glad to see his first assignment had arrived. Scanning the letter, his eyes met the words 'do not kill' with irritation, those were the only words he understood from the letter. Consulting his dictionary, the letter was made clear. "New York" came his heavily accented conclusion.

Outside, Viktor found the car he was assigned to drive, more of a van really with the Primatech logo plastered on the side. He climbed in and made his way to the Airport.

He arrived home amd changed out his suit and into normal wear. Once he was finished, he noticed a ticket to New York City on his counter. He looked at it with great concern. "Ok, what the hell is going on? Do I got a secerit admirer or something?" He asked out loud. He looked carefully at the ticket, it looked like it was for two weeks. "Ah hell." He said in his southern accent and started packing. About an hour later, he looked at the clock, it read 6:40. He was still very confused on why the clocks were moving slower than normal.

The alarms clock screams that it is 7 am...again. He never got used to its screech, its endlessly irritating buzz. No matter he thought. With a simple raise of his hand and a splaying of his fingers, it fell apart, quickly silencing. After lying in bed for at least another five minutes staring at the ceiling, Arnold Fielder finally got out of bed, and set his feet on the floor. His eyes met the picture of his wife and daughter and he choked back a single tear. Fimally, he stood up, walked over and opened his closet, donned his suit for showing a house at 2, grabbed the picture of his family and inserted it into his breast pocket. He then headed out the door, commanding his keys on the key rack to his hand.

Arnold's flight had been uneventful, and he'd gotten some good sleep. That is, after he got the annoying little, pudgy, bald man with glasses sitting next to him to shut up. He had kept babbling on for about half an hour about his cat at home and how he hoped it was okay because he hadn't seen it in two days and did he leave anough food out for it. He shut up though, after his steel-rimmed glasses suddenly bent and broke in half. He immediately concluded that the plane was possessed by the ghost of Amelia Erhart and that she for some reason didn't like his lisp, so he decided to stop talking. Arnold hadn't had to work so hard to control his laughter in a long time.
Soon after landing in New York City at 3 am, Arnold rented a car and drove to his hotel a few blocks away from Times Square. He arranged to have a wakeup call at 8 am, and then he would meet his clients at 11. After a quick shower, Arnold climbed into his cozy hotel bed and dreamed of his late family.

Sirus was sent flying out of a shadow behind a large dump truck. He landed hard on his back, drawing attention from the crowd around him. "Ah...sh...oot" He slowly rose to his feet and looked around, was he in Odessa? Sirus had never traveled this long of a distance through shadows before, it was draining. He looked around and did something that one never did in Texas, he shivered.

Kaii's hand started to glow and the sky flooded with dark gloomy clouds. He laughed loudly which verberated through the sky. He then clenched his fists and snow began to lightly fall, soon more snow, and more, until you could only see 2 feet in front of you. The tempature had dropped to 0 and screams could be heard from the ground. Then louded clanking noises came from the roof and cars, hail started to poor just as fast as the snow.

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