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May 15, 2010
1400 hours
Rhodes, Greece


Rhodes blinked a bit, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he stepped down off of the pedistal. How odd,he thought to himself, feeling the sun after all these years. He didn't know how many years, but he did enjoy the sensation once again. He looked around a bit, seeing only one real thing of note. Standing almost 30 meters high, on the very stone he stepped off of was a statue, a brawny fellow in a tunic, raising a sword to the ocean. An ocean, he thought. He streched his hand out to it, pulling it back when a sudden pain shot up his arm. He made a note to himself to never go into the ocean. He took a moment to look down at himself, a bit surprised. He was dressed simply in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, sandals on his feet and a small bracelet on his arm. His hand went to his neck, attempting to find an old memory. Around his neck was a woven cord, a necklace of sorts with a single silver bead on it. He touched the bead, immediatly feeling as though he was connected to it. "Mr. C. Rhodes." He heard, turning around to face the speaker. Standing a few feet away was a man, fairly well built and wearing a black suit. He thought on the name for a moment, recognizing it as his. "Yes." He replied finally. "I think that is me." The man took a step forward, extending his hand. "My name is Black, I represent a group called Omega." Rhodes tensed suddenly, recognizing that name as well. "I was sent to collect you from here." The man known as black turned to walk away, turning back as if he had another thought. "Oh, I almost forgot." He pulled out a small gun, holding it level at Rhodes' head. "Dont take it personally, but it is part of procedure. Rhodes braced for the shock as Black pulled the trigger.


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