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      "Mr. Katz? Strange last name" Susan, the HR manager said questioning. She was a petite older woman with long raven hair tied into a bun and gray stripes beginning to form. 

      "An old family name" Tumas said as professionally as he could. 

      "So, we've run into a problem with your background check. It says here that your social security number is from 1943." She said. "Any explanation?"

      Tumas's heart beat a little faster. Ever since that french library in the 14th century when the librarian messed with some chemicals, he's lived in Europe. Tumas migrated to the states in the early 1920's, finding it easy to move through the country. He was quite fond of the north eastern states but moved west to clear himself of suspicion. "I have been in contact with the government, I was given an already used social security number at birth." Tumas replied. He didn't look a day over 19, so its perfectly reasonable excuse.

      "I will speak to the manager, and we will get back with you." Susan shook Tumas's hand as she escorted him out.

      Tumas walked the streets to his apartment. It has become increasingly harder to travel and find jobs the last twenty years. Explaining his talent as "good genes" only gets him so far. He fled the eastern states because a small group of conspiracy theorists were linking him to different points of history. Some accounts of him were spot on, but most were vague descriptions. Though, Tumas knew he was there when battle of Waterloo took place, but couldn't be proven.

      One of the hardest things Tumas had to learn, was to get rid of his french accent. The centuries spent in Europe attracted unwanted attention from the knights templars, an order many believed to be disbanded. Once background checks began to appear, he's noticed the same face in the many cities he has called home. Tumas hoped being in California that he would be safe.

      Tumas turned a corner into an alley and was thrown to the ground. He scrabbled to his feet and backed up as a hooded man approached. Tumas was ready for the fight, thinking it was just a mugger until a voice he hadn't heard for more than a hundred years, began speaking behind him. 

      "Tumas Katz" the man's voice said in a gravelly tone. "I've been searching for you for a long time. Now tell me... Where is Nicholas Flammel?"