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Post by zoken on May 22, 2005 6:07:29 GMT -5
Moss' room was fairly sparse. he had two pictures on his night stand. one was of himself and his mother and grandmother. the other was one he managed to snap of Mystique in her natural form. it wasn't the best shot in the world... but he was very happy to have it.
Moss got to his room and tossed a few things in his duffel bag. 'she's the most successful assassin in history,' he told himself. 'she doesn't need her quasi boyfriend to protect her.' he pulled up the internet and did an address search for some of the aliases he knew mystique used. "I don't care," he argued back aloud.
he hit pay dirt. an apartment for one Raven Darkholme. he grabbed his bag and scared up a ticket on the first plane out.
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