Adventures of MGTB: Ep 1

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷

Chapter 7
Emma G.

The last thing I expected to come home to was the Government. Or at least, a group of undercover agents who work directly under the President of the United States. It took us a little longer than expected to get our icy poles — granted, the convenience store clerk did sort of panic when she saw my brother's face all bloodied and bruised up. But the hold up wasn't too bad. It's not like we're rushing to get home, anyway.

On our way back, we were both talking about our sides of the story of what happened today. I told him how I waited for an hour at home and eventually left to go look for him since I got worried. I told him about the suspicious black van, and how I followed it back to our apartment. I also told him how I rode at the back of the van which led all the way to the warehouse. And then I told him how I noticed Trenchcoat man didn't take off his fedora or cloak once until he was indoors. I pieced together a couple of the pieces like a jigsaw and then I took that chance when I threw the crowbar at the wall. Luckily, my suspicions were right, and Trenchcoat man reacted exactly the way I thought he would to being exposed to the sunlight.

Then Theo told me all about his perspective. How he was just walking down the street where he suddenly got kidnapped and thrown into the back of the same van I was following. He told me how he got tied to a chair, interrogated by a magical buff woman, got punched by the air, had the life sucked out of him by the flick of a finger and got catapulted to the other side of the warehouse by a magical electric forcefield.

"So you're telling me," I said after he had told me his story, "that apparently we might have superpowers?"

"What do you mean 'apparently'?" He had sneered back, giving a lick of his icy pole. "You just ran 80km/hr like it was nothing and jumped through a solid wall, and you're here telling me that 'apparently'  there is a chance that you might have superpowers?"

"What about you?" I had asked him. But judging by the look on his face, I don't think he did discover his. At least, not yet anyway.

"Who the hell are you?" Theo asks for about the fifth time today, as we both stand facing a group of men in suits sitting on our couch inside of our trashed-up apartment. We're standing at the doorway, where the door once was. It looks like we have another surprise visit, hopefully not kidnappers again.

"We're a task force working directly with the Government and alongside President Ryan Hudson." One of the suited agents reply back, giving us both a tense stare from behind his shades. 

It's the year 2040. This is President Ryan Hudson's second semester of running as President — making this his second year in a row where he's won the election. I've never really had an opinion of him, though. I'm not very "political," unless you count the whole 'is cereal a soup?' debate, which in that case I am very openly political about, because god dammit cereal IS a soup! My brother doesn't consider that as 'political' though, but that's a debate I'm not really looking to argue about. Because he, on the other hand, has probably watched every single election and political debate on the internet.

At hearing the news, me and Theo glance at each other, eyes wide in disbelief, with melting icy poles in our hands. Well this is awkward. I wish someone told me the Government's friends were coming over. I would have also bought them some icy poles.

"Aren't you hot wearing that?" Theo points at one of the guards. I kick his shin. Now's not the time, idiot.

I step forward, clearing my throat as my eyes trail towards each one of the guards. They all wear the same NPC expression. "What do you want from us?" I inquire.