Watching his son transform, Roland was dumbfounded at how he activated the transformation, and thought, "Well, I don't do mine like that, but ok."
As his son walked outside, Roland picked up his phone, dialing a familiar number.
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"You've got to be kidding me," said Remy, the young man fishing around for his cell phone, somewhere on his nightstand. After knocking some unnescesarry items off of his desk, he finally found it, and answered it.
"Hello," asked Remy?
"I need you to drop whatever you're doing, and get the hell over to my apartment ASAP," said Roland, his voice rushed.
"Everything ok boss," wondered Remy, as he quickly got out of bed, rushing to find some clean clothes.
"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."
"That bad huh?"
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"Yea, and you're going to have to use IXA for a while," said Roland, as he went into the garage, and got on his bike.
"Wait, what," Remy's voice resonated over the phone, as Roland backed his motorcycle out of the garage, and into the street.
"Just meet me here ASAP, something big is going down," and with that said, Roland hung up the phone. He looked over at his son, who was now wearing the Imperius armor, and sighed. "This is going to be one hell of a night, I can already tell."
"Patrick, we have to wait a second, a friend is coming, one that we'll need."
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"He hung up on me," said Remy, as he raced down the stairway of his appartment to his bike outside, "I can't believe that he hung up on me, that old fart." Once he exited the appartment complex, he ran around to the garage, jumped on his bike, and reved off into the night, heading for Roland's house.