Lightspeed: Drug Detectives

Chapter 4 (Act I): Our New Mission

Hey, everyone! Ariel Axilas here, and last chapter......oh, my God. Last chapter, I fucking DESTROYED three whole vans' worth of robbers when they tried to steal a bunch of shit from a T.J.Maxx store! You all really should've seen it.....well, who am I kidding? Of course you saw it, because you read the last chapter! .....Right? .....RIGHT?

Anyway, the moment I got involved, the scuffle ended in about five or so minutes, give or take. First van? Tackled it like a human PIT maneuver. Third van? Bisected it lengthwise with my sheer speed. Second van? Fucking ANNIHILATED in a matter of seconds thanks to both my speed and my unparalleled automobile know-how. Sometimes it pays to be the star worker of a repair business. I give.....and I also take away. Oh! And I also tied up the suspects, delivered them to the nearest prison, AND let the appropriate people know that the remains of the vans needed to be cleaned up.

I know, I'm the hero that Cambridge needs and deserves. Kindly contain your excitement, everyone.

After that, I returned all of the stolen items to the store's front lot, headed back to my own car, and changed back into my birthday clothes. Not my birthday SUIT; my birthday CLOTHES. Don't get your minds in the gutter; that'd be fucking disgusting. You know? Black sleeveless tank top, orange flared pants, white shoes.....? All that jazz? Yeah. That. So.....that's pretty much how the chapter ended, besides me leaving the gas station I parked my personal car at and going back to my own house, the Axilas Residence.

What did we learn, everyone? That's right. Say it with me, now. "Don't". "Fuck". "With". "Lightspeed". Exactly! Congratulations; you get a gold star!

This time, I wake up the following morning.....and not only am I absolutely CRUSHED, but I also have a mission to embark on, a team to put together, and a Syndicate to destroy.

Well, don't just stand there! Come on! Follow me, 'cause there's exactly no time to waste!

.....Actually, you know what? No. We're going to switch it up a little bit.

I said this was my story, right? Yeah. So I'm going to tell it my way, from my point of view.

WE'RE GOING FIRST-PERSON, BABY! From here on out, it's just going to be ME!

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-Axilas Residence, Cambridge, Massachusetts-

The next day is Saturday, and that morning, I wake up at 7:00am EDT feeling like my brain has been smashed into a million pieces.

Maybe my birthday party last night ended up tiring me more than I thought it would.

Maybe the would-be dance-off with that backpack thief was the final nail in the coffin. I kicked ass on that dance floor, though. I won't take that back.

Or maybe my last-minute thwarting of the T.J.Maxx robbers was what did me in. All this time, I thought that my super speed was just something I ended up being blessed with. That it didn't actually exert me or make me feel fatigued.

But this morning, I just feel.....off.

I end up letting a groan escape my mouth as my eyes flutter open; I'm still lying on my bed back-first with the covers pulled up, trying to shake off the last vestiges of sleep from my body. However, I do eventually manage to find the will to rise to an upright sitting position, before carefully moving the covers aside and lifting my legs over the left side of my bed's mattress.

As for my sleepwear, my top is an untucked dark gray shirt with white flecks and short sleeves, and my bottoms are a pair of shorts in a notably lighter shade of gray. I also have short white socks on my feet, and a pair of gray slippers idle at the side of my bed should I want to get up for something. I put the shirt and shorts on in quite the rush last night, since I was eager to get some sleep after the Havana Club party and the T.J.Maxx robbery.....but I didn't care. It's not like I was going to try and impress anybody.