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James had actually been awake for a while, listening to some music and reading various fanfiction stories. The intercom buzzed to life, interrupting his daily dose of Psychopathic Records. "James, Allen, and Lara there will be a meeting in the dining room in ten minutes, if you're not present you won't get to eat." Such an announcement could only mean two things: first, something was about to happen; and second, as well as most importantly, there was food. Goodbye fanfiction, hello breakfast.

He set about getting his clothes for the day, putting on a dark pair of jeans as well as black and white running shoes before the most difficult decision of the morning; what color t-shirt was he going to wear? So many options, black with graphics, black without graphics,black with other colors, etc. In the end he opted for a black t shirt with a white anarchy symbol on the front. He grabbed his 'trademark' hoodie as he left his room, closing the door behind him.

The meeting should be interesting, meetings meant missions and missions meant a chance to mess with the general population. He grinned at this thought as he made his way into the dining room that could only be described as a "bit" much. He assumed that the meeting would postpone breakfast so he took a seat halfway down the extensive table, waving at Allen along the way.