Chapter 8 : I sped. I followed too closely.

One of the worst cliches in media for me is the fact that superheroes keep their identities secret. By doing this, they create far more problems than they solve. It's not like a secret identity will do much good when they fight the bad guy anyway. If they run and hide, instead of fighting the bad guy, then they're not a hero. So it defeats the purpose of a secret identity. In fact very often, it is the things the hero keeps secret from their friends and family, that allow the villian to gain a massive advantage.

What heroes fail to take into account, is that while the main supervilian is undeniably evil, most people in the world are not evil. They are neutral, if not good. Evil is the exception. Goodness is the norm. Even most selfish and unpleasnt people realize that it is more profitable and productive to do good things rather than evil things. For example, a king or dictator or president realizes that if he or she treats their people harshly, they can be voted down or killed. So they treat the country reasonably well, even when they hate their subjects.

Or a businessman or salesperson, who know that breaking the law and making bad products will result in angry customers and therefore no profit. So it's better to make legal, useful products instead.

Ironically, the thing most villians are known most for is their dishonesty. That they tell lies. Like how Eggman keeps lying to Knuckles, and tricking Knuckles into fighting Sonic and the others who are actually on Knuckles' side and also trying to protect the Chaos emerald.

If a hero revealing their identity does draw the villian to them, all the better. The hero can defend themselves, but normal citizens cannot. Usually it is only a matter of finding the villian, and then defeating them since the hero is almost always much stronger. The only hope the villian has, is if they slip by undetected until its too late.

Scarlet POV

"Now Rouge. We can do this the easy way where you just hand over the Chaos Emeralds, and then turn yourself in. If you do that, you get to live out the rest of your life in chains." I explained, trying to sound as kind and lenient as possible. "The prisons in this country are excellent. You get a warm bed, and three square meals a day. You also get a telly, full of entertaining English dubbed Anime."

The response was exactly what I expected from a fiend as dastardly as Rouge.

"I'm sure you have only the best of intentions, preacher. But I'm afraid that being cooped up in a metal cell for the rest of my mortal existence, really doesn't tickle my fancy." The white bat mockingly replied with a smug smirk. "I was born to run. I don't belong to anyone."

"Well those Emeralds don't belong to you." I pointed out. "They belong to Chris and Sonic and my dear daughter Frances (since as Chris' friend, she has full right to his most valued possesions). So please Rouge. Do the right thing, and just let justice be done. I really don't want to fight you after you also helped save the world a few times."

"Then let me go free with my emeralds. In your own words, I saved your lousy planet more than once. Ugh. I don't ever want to see Topaz, or any of those other insufferably annoying government agents ever again. The emeralds should be due to me, as a compensation for my good actions."

"You only did those things to atone for yet a previous crime, which coincidentally also involved taking a rare gem that wasn't yours." I retorted, somewhat sadly since despite everything: I did see where Rouge was coming from. It was logical. In a perverted sort of logic. "You were under orders. That would be acceptable if you were a starving beggar. But since you are not a starving beggar and not poor, I'm afraid I cannot let you continue to steal what isn't yours. "

I was not heartless. I liked to think not, at least. I myself took food all the time back in the slum I grew up in, just to get by. I knew the law was not perfect. But I knew equally well that we should not break a carefully crafted set of rules willy-nilly at the drop of a hat. Eggman wanted to break laws like that. I would deal with him later.

"Just try and stop me. Doll." Rouge growled, before spreading out her two wings and flapping them very forcefully in my direction. A harsh blast of air hit me and my news crew. An aeroblast, if you will. The wind blew everyone off their feet, save me, as I forced myself to remain upright through sheer force of will.

"I am not a doll!" I roared back in anger, as I charged forward with all my might. But Rouge just kicked me in the face with her purple stiletto heel, before soaring up high into the sky out of my reach while I was dazed. It was over. Sonic and friends hope of getting back home was dashed forever, and Eggman was here to stay too. This was a sad day for the United States of America. First they had no faith in the justice system, and now the news network was useless too. The forces of good had lost the day. Evil and tyranny won the day.

Frances, Sonic, Chris, everyone else. Please forgive me. Rouge was too much for me. Too much.

Then my expression of tragic anguish, transformed into utter pride and admiration.

A tall blonde man with glasses, in a fancy blue evening jacket and formal grey jeans, emerged from an obscure and inconspicious small doorway just behind Rouge. Held triumphantly in his left hand, was an electrical taser. He upheld it and in one smooth motion, shocked the white bat into submission with a crackling electrical surge.

Rouge dropped from the sky like a stone, but was not quite out of the fight yet. As she spread her wings once again in her fallen position to try and take off, the suited man rushed to the criminal's side, and said one of the greatest words said by anyone ever as he pulled out a can of some sort of spray.

"Schleeeeeeep. Aah." He ordered Rouge, mimicking the Green Goblin from Spiderman to a tee, as he sprayed the contents of the can into Rouge's face. Rouge fell fast asleep, even letting out an angry snore. That sleeping gas really had done its job well. Too well. But he was taking no chances. Most likely because he had never been this succesful before, nor had the chance to show off his own notable talents with Sonic doing a fine job patrolling the city for crime.

Also because like me, he was aware of the massive number of bad movies where the hero assumed the villian was down, but really wasn't. Like when the Joker tricked Batman, by playing dead with his eyes closed.

He raised the sleeping Rouge's face up with one hand, and punched it hard with the other. So that Rouge fell back down to the ground making no noise at all. She was out cold. The two Chaos emeralds in the bat's grasp slipped from her limp claws, and rolled to the floor where the very nice FBI agent picked them up and handed them to me with a light bow.

"Was wondering when you'd show up." I teased, trying my utmost to hide my amazed blush with no success. "Mr Stewart. Chris's teacher."

I cracked a grin as I held out my hand for him to shake, after we took one final glance at Rouge to make sure she was truly out. "Or should I say. Agent 4297 Fog: FBI." I waved a hand at the camera crew to ensure that they knew this was a private and confidential moment that should not be recorded. I don't think I needed to explain why he was called "Fog". Considering that I was most likely the only person outside the FBI who knew Stewart's real identity. Sometimes I wished this were not the case, so Chris could properly thank his teacher for more than just a good education.

"Well. You know what they say." He replied, briefly taking away his glasses to let me see his magnetic brown eyes. "Heroes always show up at the last minute. Any problem related to Chris is a problem of mine too."

"They sure do. Thanks again. Once again, I owe you my life and the nation thanks you." I said with a bow. "But for now, tie this thief up and let's get going. The rest of the city needs our attention too. Especially Chris and his friends."

A simple way to describe the relationship between Mr Stewart and myself, was that we were as close as we could get without me being infidel or unfaithful to my often absent husband. We were very friendly, but my kisses for him always went on his cheek, never his lips. We were united by Chris, Chris' friends at school, and to a lesser extent Sonic. We liked to think of ourselves as an auxillary oxygen supply that kicked in when the main oxygen supply ran out, with the main oxygen supply referring naturally to Sonic and his team of animals from the other universe.

Or put more simply. Simply imagine Marilyn Monroe and James Bond 007. That should give you a pretty clear image of what me and Wesley AKA Fog were to one another.

Sonic POV

"Let me go! Let me go!" I shouted furiously from my position, where all four of my limbs were chained up to the wall. G.U.N really were taking no chances with me and my high speed.

"Please. We didn't do anything." Cream the white rabbit added from her position on the wall beside me. Her pretty face was red and soaked with tears, which had now ruined her pretty orange dress. The nerve of these humans. And I thought Sam Speed and his merry gang of police were bad.

Of course our pleas did not work. We knew that Tanaka, Ella and Chris's grandad Chuck were in a separate room from us, and could faintly hear the butler's Japanese cursing and the Maid's fierce growls from where we were now held firmly. Punctuated from time to time by the old scientist's wordless sounds of frustration.

It was times like these when I really wish I had not been so cold and distant towards those I cared most about. I still remember the pained expression of Tails and Amy, as I drove them away with my neglect and indifference. Not to mention Chris. Even if he did have his flaws like everyone of us, he still saved me from drowning and let me stay at his mansion with the best food and living conditions money could buy.

Granted, he could be a little less clingy and pestering of me when I did not want his constant attention, but nevertheless he did save my life.

"What do you think they want with us, Mr Sonic?" Cream anxiously asked me, after the cell door slammed shut, and the G.U.N agent's footsteps had completely died away.

"I don't know. But it sure ain't good." I could only reply.

"Is this the end? Mr Sonic?"

I had to think of something strong and comforting to say. But what was there to say? I was tied up and unable to move an inch, and so was Cream. Tails and Amy had gotten the heck out of doge...

Wait a minute... Tails and Amy weren't in the mansion when G.U.N cleverly captured us. Tails my little buddy, was one hot shot with gadgets, mechanics and flying the X Tornado jet plane. His speed when backed by his two-tails which everyone mean made fun of him for, were nothing to sneeze at either.

Amy had a hammer. A gigantic hammer of solid titanium. A big, lumbering beast of a tool that once smashed Serpenter, a twelve ton and fifty foot high robot into a heap of scrap. But above all else, Amy had a very strong determination to protect me and everyone dear to her. Amy was the amazing friend that nobody deserved, but everyone needed. Amy's love for me, wasn't just empty words.

There truly was nothing to fear. I feared nothing. So I started to whistle happily, which encouraged Cream to do likewise. We said nothing to one another as we whistled, but words were unnecessary. Tails, Amy and even Chris were outstanding fighters in their own right. It was just a waiting game now of how long they took to come for us.

Amy. Ames. My sweet Ames. As beautiful as the day I saw her shivering on the corner of a street in the Spring Yard, after I had saved her a few days ago from one of Eggman's most deadly robots. I thought that after I saved her, she would go home to her house. But it turned out she had no home.

I offered her my home after explaining she would also have to share my limited space with Tails, who had already been with me for little over a year. My house became a far more pleasant place with Amy to cook and clean for me and Tails. Amy had nothing not to like. She performed her work well, and complained little. By little I meant hardly at all. She could also do very nice repairs with the aid of the Piko-Piko hammer I picked up at the Car Boots sale for the bargain price of 7 rings.

There was a distant time in the past when Amy called me "Master". Not Sonic. It was endearing, but also unsettling for me. It took a long time for her to finally break the habit, and this was after she finally saved enough rings to buy her own house, from looking after Cream the rabbit for her mother Vanilla.

In a very real sense, I raised Amy in my image, intentionally or unintentionally. I could see where her attraction for me came from. It is said of certain atrocities, crimes and misdeeds that even those who understood the reason behind them, would despise the offender. Even those who felt the same, would turn against the culprit, no matter how sympathetic.

I understood the reasoning behind Amy's entirely innocent motive of trying to foster our lifelong friendship into more than just a friendship. I also felt that were I in the same position as her, being saved from both a killer robot, and then from freezing and starving to death on the street. Both times by the handsome blue hedgehog who already made quite the name for himself as a local celebrity. I would have been equally grateful to my benefactor and saviour.

I had no time to think of these things when I was out running about in my own little world. But being trapped here in this dingy cell, really helped put everything in my life in perspective. It was Amy and Tails's turn to save me after I saved them in early childhood. The cycle of good karma, in which one good turn earned another. Time for this speedy hero to take a little chill time, and to enjoy the fruits of my labor.

Time for General Blue Blur to rest his legs a little, while Sergeant Pink Rose and Lieutenant Twin-Tails carried the day in his stead. As for this G.U.N and their empty threats of brainwashing us into submission, as soon as their mind control devices for us were finished? Hah. I heard more threatening remarks from Bokkun the robot messenger of Eggman, when he wasn't even carrying a bomb like he normally did.

The only thing G.U.N had accomplished by holding me and my frineds in their shabby little cell, was a majorly bummer appointment with Major Bumsville. All we had to do, me and little Cream (Sometimes affectionately nicknamed Creme Brulee by me and her other friends), was to get comfortable in our tied up position and wait for rescue.

Cream POV

I regret to have to use such vulgar terms in my next sentence. I apologize in advance to both my sweet mama, Mr Sonic and my fantastic carer Miss Amy. But when my sweetheart Tails, and miss Amy find us here, they will destroy all those big mean men in black and make them all eat dirt.

They will be crushed under Miss Amy's amazing hammer, and shocked into submission by Tails's electrical whip that he ingeniously created to demonstrate the marvels of physics at its finest.

Tails is known for his gentleness. Miss Amy is renowned for her charm. But they will not be merciful to those meanies who mistook our love of peace for weakness.

I cheer quietly in my head as I imagine all the skill and martial prowess Miss Amy and Tails must now be demonstrating. I see in my mind: the men in black that captured us, falling like dominoes to the two real champions of our team. With Mr Chris as their backup, I can imagine no obstacle that can stand in their way. I hear the sound of bowling pins being knocked down, as Miss Amy swats her puny enemies out her way with her amazing hammer.

A gift to her from Mr Sonic, and the greatest gift he ever gave to anyone.

Tails POV

It is common knowldge already that I do not like to be called by my birth name: Miles Prower. Since not only does it not sound as pleasant as "Tails", but also brings back painful memories of when I lost my parents prematurely to striking bolts of lightning from the sky. The loss of my parents is the reason why to this day, I still fear lightning in all its guises.

What is not commonly known is that Sonic and I, along with Amy and Cream like to give each other even more nicknames from time to time. In order to really emphasize the strength of our friendship.

For instance, there are times when instead of Tails, Sonic calls me "Foxy". During these times, I refer to Sonic as "Freddy", Cream as "Bonnie" and Amy as "Chica". It is our shared duty to ambush Eggman the night guard, while he's trying to spy on us from his cameras like the supervillian he is, but when he's not bothered to close the door to his office.

The code during these times would be:

Sonic the hedgehog= Freddy.

Tails the fox (me) = Foxy.

Cream the rabbit = Bonnie.

Amy Rose = Chica.

Then there are other times when Foxy gets old, and Sonic instead decides to call me "Twilight Sparkle" instead. Because I'm "magic" with how much I know about the various sciences, and other useful things. I practically rival Eggman in building machines.

During these times, the nickname code between us as best friends forever becomes:

Sonic the hedgehog = Rainbow Dash. (Well he certainly dashes).

Tails the fox (me) = Twilight Sparkle.

Cream the rabbit = Fluttershy. (She can fly by flapping her big ears, but not very well. And she's very nice).

Amy Rose = Pinkie Pie. (Pink dress, beautiful pink quills, a wonderful smile, need I say more?).

Yet a third code is sometimes also used, when these first two codes no longer have any appeal to us four. A more unusual code, that we only adopted recently and which confuses the heck out of most bystanders even more, blowing apart their minds. Exactly as we intend.

This code is:

Sonic the hedgehog = Lapis Lazuli (He hates water, and he runs around so quickly it looks like he is flying. He can fly short distances by running fast, and launching himself off surfaces).

Tails the fox (me) = Peridot. (I can spin my tails very quickly to fly, and many of my weapons of choice use electricity. I also patronize the sciences and discovery more than anyone in my group).

Cream the rabbit = Pearl. (The pearl of my eyes, my heart and most likely everyone else's. It would take someone very evil like Eggman, not to like Cream).

Amy Rose = Rose Quartz. (She's pink, and her dress is pink, and she fights for freedom and liberation).

There are more codes, but we would be here all day if I went on. It is these codes that reasonate within me, as I lash the G.U.N agent in front of me with my electrical whip, sending a painful surge of ions into his body as my glowing thin blue whip connects. A nearby G.U.N tries to shoot me in retaliation, but I simply spin my tails to take me off the ground and clear of the bullets.

Amy and her new human partner Sakura are not faring too poorly themselves. Sakura skeweing the evil agents with a deadly-precise volley of sharp Kunai, while Amy viciously knocks down any G.U.N that try to close the distance with her Piko-Piko hammer. One thing Amy always lacked in previous battles as formidable as she was, was a strong ranged attack, but Sakura's presence along with her Kunai nullified this problem entirely.

But most devasatating of all, is a mighty combined attack that Amy and Sakura are able to pull off only in tandem with one another. Long before this fight, Amy could always surround herself in hot fire when she got cross or annoyed. During this enraged state, she could shoot burning flames of pure destruction whose power rivalled even Super Sonic.

Sakura could do exactly the same thing. But the main point was that when Amy and Sakura stood side by side, and enraged at the same time, they could fire out a combined barrage of searing fury that made the most violent action movie seem mild in comparison. The two girls reached a new level of danger, that even ICBM's and nuclear missiles could only dream of. Smaug the dragon, would roar in envy at Amy and Sakura's twin blast of flame. As would Firebender Ozai, and Flareon the Eeveelution.

It was the perfect combined attack. Demonstrating ideal teamwork, but most of all: an identical duo of personas far too uncannily similar to be mere coincidence. I speculated from our meeting that the reason Amy and Sakura were drawn to each other despite one being a hedgehog and the other a human, was that they resembled each other.

Now I was they were more than just similar. They were mirror images. Carbon copies. Clones. Replicas.

I was glad to have come to this human world, for all the inconvenience it caused me and Sonic. It warmed my heart quite literally, to see Amy so happy and friendly with Sakura the human ninja. Perhaps now she could get over the harsh, cold treatment that Sonic had been increasingly giving her for the past few years.

Maybe he was afraid that he would lose her like he lost so many others he let himself feel near to. Maybe he didn't see himself as good boyfriend material. Maybe he simply liked Sally Acorn more. His reasons whatever they were, did not justify his growing meanness to his other big fan who was as impressed by his heroism as I was. If Sonic could treat me kindly like the little brother he never had, he had no good reason not to be able to do likewise to Amy.

Frances POV

We had cruised forward a few streets in the police car Officer Jenny lent us, when we suddenly heard a gunshot ring out from behind. A bullet smashed into the roadway beside us. Thank goodness there were no cars around us any longer.

I looked back and who else could I expect to see, but a black van filled with two big and bearded G.U.N agents. One driving and one already aiming another shot with his rifle. Thank goodness, it wasn't an automatic rifle.

"Chris. Whatever you do. Maintain speed" I quickly ordered as Chris continued to jam the accelerator down as far as it would go. Then I whipped out my own pistol, took aim and fired at the tyre of the vehicle of our relentless pursuers. I was a protector, not a killer. My shot burst their left front wheel and made their car skid into a lamppost, where it crashed and knocked both its occuptants out cold as the gunner dropped his rifle.

I wanted to avoid any bloodshed if possible. It was bad enough that I had to shoot at all. I would have to pray twice as hard and fast at my evening prayer today. But even that would be no excuse for my horrific spur-of-the-moment action. Not unseen by Chris, or the now vigorously coughing Helen, I slapped myself hard in the forehead with an angry moan. I wanted to demonstrate both to my friends and myself, that violence and suffering gave me no peace or joy.

"Don't do that Frances. Please. It's painful." Chris pleaded, despite using all his attention to control our speeding car.

"Sorry." I replied, slightly shyly with a blush. Chris did care for me and Helen despite all his mistakes. My childhood trauma of war and conflict in the Gulf of Mexico, had not faded completely after all. Until G.U.N were dealt with, every waking moment of my life would be an endless nightmare. Every corner of every country of every continent of this world, would be another Gulf of Mexico, so long as G.U.N were on the scene. There would be no liberty in Liberty city.

The Gulf war had ended, but the G.U.N war had just began. As father would solemnly state at the coalition veteran gathering: "War, war never changes."

Petty hatred for petty motivations. It happened in my home of Mexico Gulf. It happened abroad the ARK 50 years ago when G.U.N took it over forcefully. It even happened to Helen and Danny when they were little. Cyprus island and Ethopia were no safer. This killing needed to stop. Now I understood why my mother was so intent on finding data about ARK, G.U.N and Maria. G.U.N masterminded all these attacks and denied responsibility.

Our victory over our pursuers however, was short lived. No sooner had we gone another quarter of a mile onward, than the sound of another police car's sirens sounded. We could speed up to get to Helen and Maria's intended destination faster when they were on the verge of dying. We could accelerate to dodge the murderous bastards of G.U.N. But a police car was a police car. The law was the law.

Knowing better than to pull a fast one, Chris nearly hit his head on the steering wheel as he slumped forward sadly. He was sobbing very painfully as he slowed the car down, and pulled over to let the police apprehend us.

"Do you know why I pulled you over?" The officer, a tall and muscular African-American with a short black quiff softly but dangerously asked as he looked the three of us up and down, ignoring Helen's rattling coughs which signalled her death was imminent.

Chris POV

"Depends on how long you were following me." I answer, doing my best to sound polite and submissive. I did not blame Frances or Helen or Maria. I wanted to go fast because I wanted to save Helen and Maria, not peer pressure.

It was time to take full responsibility where I was guilty. I put my hands up in the air and let the officer see my tears of shame.

The officer did not seem moved by my appeal of sympathy. He very clearly wasn't in the mood for any nonsense.

"Please sir. Please let us go." Helen tried to beg, but her plea fell on deaf ears as the highway patrol officer held up a hand to silence her.

"Why don't we just take it from the top?" He asked turning back to me, in a tone that was neither friendly nor unfriendly. It was just business. Just justice. He only wanted justice to be done, as I did. He did not hate me, nor did he love me. To him, I was just another nice, fat paycheque once I got locked in prison to decay to bones and rags. He seemed almost glad that I sped, despite how hard he tried to disguise his silent glee.

I sighed sadly and looked at all my friends in turn. I had failed them all. I had failed Sonic. I had failed Uncle Sam, since my license would be revoked and I'd never get it back. All the money he spent and all the strings he pulled so I could have a license despite only being 12, was for nothing.

"Here goes. I sped. I followed too closely. I ran a stop sign. I almost hit a Chevy. I sped some more. I failed to yield at a crosswalk. I changed lanes at the intersection. I changed lanes without signalling, while running a red light and SPEEDING!"

"Is that all?" He asked, with his arms crossed as he shook his head, and finally let the smile tugging at his lips be seen by me.

But before I could bring myself to reply, a red blur that was nearly invisible to me pulled over in front of us. It couldn't be. No. Just. No. Those stylish white stripes on the hood of that fancy red car. Those big, silvery pipes sticking out the back for maximum speed. Those oversized wheels that were polished to a shine. The big golden "SS" on the right side of the car.

But Uncle Sam was too busy. Busy racing, catching crooks and doing other police duties to care about a whiny little runt like me. He didn't stop for anyone. He made people book appointments to talk to him three calendar months in advance. But here he was now. The tall, slim figure of America's speediest racer, until Sonic outran his car on the day he arrived here from the other world. His red and white tracksuit and jacket, perfectly matching the colour of his prized race car that had more advanced modifications than Tails's X Tornado plane.

"Yes. Wheatley. That will be all." He sternly ordered the now very afraid highway patrol officer, sparing a sympathetic and soft look at Helen's sorry state in which she had no energy let to cough more, and was as pale as a sheet as she weakly tried to wipe a puddle of her own blood from her face which she had coughed up. "Let him and his friends go. They had urgent business to attend to, and they were being chased by an insane murderer. Can't you see that's officer Jenny's prized patrol car, and that she wouldn't just give it out to anyone without a very good reason? Can you not see that girl in the back is on her last legs, and is going to die an agonizing and pointless death if she doesn't get where she needs to be? Do you really want the soul of a nice kid like her, haunting your dreams every night?"

"But. Uh. They sped." The officer I now knew to be named Wheatley, tried to protest as he could not help but rub his brown wallet attached to his waist ever so slightly.

"Well of course he sped. Don't you know that's Chris Thorndyke, son of Lindsey and Nelson Thorndyke, Grandson of Chuck Thorndyke?" Sam raised his voice, as he shot me a reassuring glance. "But most importantly to you, Wheatley. He's my nephew and my learner. Speed Jr. And Speed Jr's job is to be there for those who need him, no matter what speed he needs to go at. Lay one finger on Speed Jr, and I'll make your name stink from one end of this city to the other. Even if you don't care whether the nice girl lives or dies, I'll have you kicked from the force. I'll take you down with her."

"But the hooligan, uh Chris, uh Speed Jr. He broke the law." Wheatley tried one final time to complain.

"Well for what concerns you Wheatley, I am the law." Sam calmly said, pointing to his gold sheriff badge on his chest. "So I'd speed the heck outta doge and get back to your duties, before I throw you in the slammer instead. Going above the speed limit is against the law. But letting a dying child succumb to an illness entirely not her fault, is against my sense of morality and the common morality held by every human with some semblence of dignity."

Speed Jr. After years of dedicated practice in which I finally learned to drive, Uncle Sam actually called me Speed Jr. No. I wasn't a wimp. I wasn't an abandoned child with no one to love him. I was Speed Jr. Superman, Batman, Iron man, Thor and Wonder Woman could all weep and grovel in my shadow.

This city was in no danger once Sonic left for his lovely world, as he deserved to. It was patrolled from top to bottom by the untouchable Sam Speed, and his newly chosen sidekick Speed Jr.

I no longer had any doubts about my future career. No need to dawdle and leave my future prospect sheet blank in embarassment. Because I knew exactly what I wanted, and that I was going to get it, as long as I set my heart and mind to my goal.

My father Nelson, had been a terrible and neglectful father. But uncle Sam, was the greatest Godfather I could have asked for. Now I saw where I got my reckless, and determined need for speed from. I now saw, why it was in my nature to protect the innocent. Uncle Sam gave me something my real father never gave me despite the extent of his fortune, and how hard he honestly worked to give me my high standrad of living.

Uncle Sam gave me his precious time.

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