Well, I'm here!

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This thread is already well underway. I"ll write myself in anyway....after I've read the posts.

Strato held his head with his hands.
“Why must they always be such complicated matters. If the siphon breaks out and spreads to the Castle territory, our race may as well be completely extinct. However if there were any ways to contain the disease then there would be no problem. However the only known way is too kill the infected individuals. But not even our top agents can survive for long against the infected. Perhaps if would could just find her, maybe she knows a cure.”
A blue light flashed through his broken window and danced across his floor. It changed to red. Then Strato knew that the police had finally found him. He breathed in and reached under the couch feeling for a briefcase. His hand played across a cold steel box, and found the handle. He yanked it out and fumbled with the latches. Outside he heard the sound of a door slamming and footsteps.
“They’re about to get a nasty surprise” Strato muttered under his breath and gave a laugh.
Silence followed as Strato opened the case. Inside was a mini arsenal of Uzi’s and even a military class assault rifle.
*Tuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuthtuh*
Strato heard a thud outside.
“Hmm, that motion activated machine gun certainly pays for itself.” Strato said. He slammed together the stock and the barrel of the gun. As he pulled down on the lock he heard more sirens in the distance. He heard a small voice in his ear.
“I’m wondering. How do you live as a fugitive Strato?” He said.
“I’ve always been alone. I pick up these skills as I go.” Strato gave with another small laugh.
“You really have changed since the beginning of the siphon’s initial outbreak.”
“People change. Sometimes not always for the best. I’m wondering, how has the reconstruction of the teleportation core coming along?” Strato asked nonchalantly.
“You’ve got one teleport for about 20 feet.”
“Not good enough. Good to keep in touch though. Gooday James.” Strato tapped his ear twice and then readied reached back into the box and retrieved the last thing. He brandished a saber, and then slid it into its holster on his belt. He ran the door and down the unilluminated street into the night.