I was biking to my school, which I assume that you willfully want to know. It is a prodigious school, paid for and maintained by the elite of society's philanthropists. Butei. A place where you learn about law enforcement, spying, becoming a bodyguard, basically anything that involves guns/fighting. Have you heard of the special forces? I bet you have. What you don't know is that they undergo months, even years of audacious training that would incapacitate any normal humans. That is what kind of school this is. But that is irrelevant, and beside the point.

Anyways, out of nowhere, a corvette is driving near me at nearly 75 MPH. Now, it is not anything to be perturbed by, because at my perspective, you see that stuff everyday. But what devoids my face of color, is that an uzi (Israeli/russian smg similar in size and shape to the british ingram) is grappled/tethered onto the seat of the corvette, and, as far as I can tell, no human(s) are commandeering this vessel.

Now, as any genius can tell in unison with others, there is a bomb on it. By now, I am extremely skittish to be near a corvette with an smg that can fire a 1,000 rounds a minute. Suddenly my brain's training I've amassed over the years screams at my skittish feet to get out of there.

Then just as I am thinking to comply, a mechanical voice tells me that if i move, I will be shot, and if I slow down, I will be shot. Just then , I see a girl on a parachute coming towards me from the clear blue skies. I think, is that the angel of death? Then, she turns upside down, then puts her feet where her hands are supposed to go on the parachute, so it looks like she's parachuting upside down.

She says, screaming, "grab on, if you want to live," and extends her arms towards me.I grab on, the she activates her personal ion blaster, AKA a jetpack. Then we are sent careening towards a warehouse in the distance. As we collide with the ground, the last thing I remember is trying to shield her head from hitting the ground, because she would have broken her neck.

I am woken by the sound of gunfire. When I immediately try to get up, I notice 3 things. That the girl and I landed in one of the bulletproof boxes that butei had ordered for the shooting range, that the girl is actually the daughter of the king of America (her father is very famous, and so everyone knows how she looks), and that there were three more corvettes.

I immediately enter Hysteria mode (hysteria savant syndrome, a condition where I gain increased reflexes to the point that everything goes in slow motion. I also gain increased accuracy while firing my gun, and I gain super speed, etc.) and shoot into the barrels of the uzis with my FN Five Seven, machine pistol variant.

After that, I immediately take the bombs, and set to work defusing them. Five minutes later, the princess wakes up. "Thanks for having me," she says with a look like she's daring you to try and stare her down. "We're even now" I say, glancing at a heavy chain on her neck. "Nice choice of jewelry."

"Have you got any money?" I knew it. She now wants to go off on her own, and that's why she needs money. "Yeah, I do." "Good let's get breakfast I'm starving" I'm surprised by this statement. To be continued…

If God is willing.