"Thirty years you've been missing Ryan..."
James caught the carton of smokes in mid air, he was wearing leather gloves.
It was true James had not aged a single day since that fatefull day down in the tombs of the secronum labs, he figured it had something to do with the virus, James had learned to conceal the mutations on his body, thankfully his face remained fine.
"I'm surprised they let you in here, the new generation has forgotten us Ryan, we're the things of history, and me, I'm but a ghost of the past."
Out of all of them, Ryan was the only one who couldn't have known what had happened to James, Ryan had left before all of that had happened.
James had snuck into the base, the agents here were good, but nothing compared to James's refined skills, and the bonus that the virus gave him.
"I just wanted to drop by and say hi Ryan, I don't belong here any longer, I don't belong anywhere any longer, you probably wont see me again, but I'll be around...Thanks for the smokes.."
James seemed to phase out of existence, whereas in reality he had just moved so fast that he seemed to disappear, another bonus of the virus he now had, short term boosts of extreme speed.
As soon as he disappeared, several figures came walking down the hall, chatting to themselves vividly, laughing, apparently they had just come from a session in the Wolf's Den.
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