The room was twenty feet tall with rows and rows of boxes, ranging from small to large in size.
"Well, hello there. How are you this fine morning," asked a woman who had just come through the door.
"Good, said a cop satanding to the left of Jack, "And how are you Amanda?"
"I'm great, now is the the thing that that weird scientist made," asked Amanda.
"Yep, the Atom Bomb," said the cop.
"And who is this fine, young, gentalmen? I don't think I have seen him before."
"Um, I do not know. Who are you," said the cop.
"Um," said Jack, starting to panic, then he looked at his name tag and said, "Bill, Bill Linclon."
"That's right." Amanda said.
Jack was relieved that she did not notice he wasn't Bill Linclon.
"Hey Bill," said one of the cops, "Gaurd the container tonight, alright."
"Sure," said Jack, he was so exited that he was this lucky, to be mistaken for Bill and be a gaurd. It was going perfectly, and he would be back in time to save his mom.
