In the van...

"Alright, agent 360, talk," commanded a solider. I cleared my throat in a cocky way.

"Well, ever since I joined you guys, my life went south."

Writer pointed left and the girls set off.

"I as had to listen to left, right, left."

The girls followed the directions Writer was giving.

"Everyday, I had to go right through tires."

"Through the junkyard," yelled Writer. The girls wheeled right and through the junkyard.

"That was until the day I left."

Monica had fallen off her bike, but was riding again.

"I ran right back to my family."

The girls saw the base come into sight.

"My life became straight forward after that."

Writer nodded and the girls went full speed.

I looked at them and winked.

"Why do you look so cocky," asked the commander. I grabbed the microphone from my ear with my mouth. "She's been giving directions! Check behind us," yelled the commander.

The agents opened the doors and ready the guns, except...

No one was there.