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The Doc begins...

Sitting uncomfortably in one of the air terminal waiting room chairs, the Doctor smoothed down the front of his black velour smoking jacket, ran his free hand through his straight back black hair, and again checked his watch. His flight arrived promptly at 2:35 PM into Chicago's O'Hare International Airport, just as he had been instructed would be the case. However, the mysterious e-mail went on to say that he would be picked up along with others and transported to an undisclosed to meet with a man named Jenks, who would then reveal the reason for their urgent meeting. The whole thing kind of reeked of "trap"and since his arrival an hour and a half ago, he hadn't seen hide nor hair of another person waiting for this "Jenks", or the man himself.

Normally, the Doctor wouldn't have gone in for something so apparently obvious, but there was something in the way the e-mail was worded that gave him the impression it was worth his while:


Dearest Doctor,
It is of the utmost import that I speak with you at once. Your talent as one of the world's most powerful psychics and empathics will be in dire need before we begin this most dangerous and most necessary of battles. A team has been called to Chicago to meet with me, and to discuss what your role in this will be. Time is of the essence, Doctor, so you must not delay. A first class ticket will be waiting for you at JFK, for the 12:30 flight tomorrow. I will see to it that you and the other members of the team will be transported to my estate as soon as you arrive.
I will look forward to speaking to you then.
Jenks


Michele, his fiancee, had been suspicious of this trip as well, as most rational and logical people would be, but the Doctor simply couldn't resist. Holding the paper alone, he was filled with a sense of the urgency within the writer, as well as the honesty and truth behind his words. It had only been 3 months since he had revealed publicly his abilities and at this stage in the game, he wasn't sure how much use he could be to anyone, especially if there was some real danger afoot. Nevertheless, he came. Now he was starting to regret his choice as his butt became numb and the pins and needles began to set into his foot.

Standing again, he decided to take a look around the terminal again for anyone looking familiar, or perhaps holding a large obvious sign with the word "JENKS" on it. Not so much luck so far. Tuning his inner ear as sharply as he could, he quickly scanned the minds of the other passers-by, listening for any mention of Jenks, mystery e-mails, or grave danger. He hated intruding on others like that, but it wasn't as though he could help it. The voices would come to him whether he wanted them to or not, and it was all he could do sometimes to lock on to one person, if simply to drown out the rest. No such luck this trip either, so he returned to his uncomfortable seat and looked at his watch yet again.

Suddenly from directly behind him, a female voice rang out, "So, Doc... ever been to Chicago before?"

Continued by Celestia...