Back in Chris's pov. I'd love to have a brother so faithful and willing to cover up all my mistakes, even if he was a Baptist. Well, SlimShady2016 is a Baptist, but I'm not.
After the hospital fixed my leg up and I made sure Angel was alright, I headed to my office. The NSA office, that is.
Yeah, I know I'm only 17 years old, but the NSA was impressed by my hacking skills, so they hired me last year. And ruined my 16th birthday party, well, never mind that.
"Hello Christopher," my boss said. My boss always goes by full name.
"We were attacked, sir," I report. "I believe it was the New Soviet Union." Of course, we were attacked on a stolen Navy sub, and it blew up two hours after the attack with all the New Soviets on it, but I omitted this small detail.
"You saved her, right?" my boss asked. Of course, everything was about Angel. She was the last of Itex's experiments, an endangered species. It was my job to protect her and gather intelligence at the same time.
"Of course sir. Oh, can you do me a favor?" I asked. "Could you give the Navy another Ohio-Class Boomer? They're missing one."
My boss looked at me closely. "Did you perhaps destroy one?" he asked.
I stared at my feet. "Maybe. Technically, it was the New Soviet's fault. They put three hundred forty-seven tons of C4 on board."
"Be more careful next time. Those things are really expensive," my boss reminded me. "By the way, what were you doing on a Ohio-Class boomer anyway?"
"I was taking my sisters on a cruise, Navy style."