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Chapter 7 - Contact -------------- Altiar sighed as he tossed and turned around in his bed for the fifth time tonight; no matter what he wanted, it seemed his restless mind would not allow him to sleep. Sighing softly the Arabian male  slid out of bed; he was wearing practically nothing but the assassin didn't seem to mind; the curtains were drawn and it was dark in the room you could barely see the outline of the furniture the only light coming from the glow of the digital clock next to his bed told him it was 4:45am. Altiar frowned a bit and started to pace around in his room; what was he going to do? There was no way he could face Alex,