![]() He believed fiercely in the need to learn about these otherworlders and protect his own planet from them. ![]() When OBI finally contacted him he'd signed on immediately. When he'd learned (to his horrified shock) that there actually were other colonized worlds in the vast expanse of the galaxies, he'd left his job as a detective with the Dallas PD and began searching for a Men in Black-type operation. ![]() He knew the answer, though, and it wasn't because he'd (secretly) watched Star Trek for most of his teen years and knew how to speak Klingon. Made him wonder why he'd even joined the agency. And as an employee of OBI, the Otherworld Bureau of Investigations, he'd encountered plenty. It happened to be home to the most loathsome creatures he'd ever encountered. The sharp silver blade hacked at the thick foliage blocking his path. ![]() Right now, the GPS signal bounced off the earth's magnetic core, helping him navigate his way through this Atlantean jungle. ![]() An actual, honest-to-God map of Atlantis his boss had discovered in a missing millionaire's stash. In one hand, he held a beeping, miniature GPS system programmed from coordinates found on a map. Upon first entering this lushly green, sea-kissed land known as Atlantis, however, Gray realized he would have had better luck trying to sell a Frigidaire to a goddamn Eskimo. His boss had fed him that line of bullshit, and Grayson James had foolishly believed him. ![]()
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