Protect the Prince

CHAPTER 3 - SAM

As soon as Prince Joachim left, Boyd took me for a walk around the HQ. We walked in silence for a bit.

"So, what do you think?" Boyd cautiously inquired.

"Best. Mission. Ever."

Boyd grinned. Then he began telling what exactly I could bring.

"I think you're fine for clothes- you always wear either purple, grey, or black anyway-"

"Hey!"

"It's true!"

"Whatever."

He took that as permission to continue. "Now, for weaponry. You can only take 2 guns-"

"Aw! 4! Please!"

"3."

"Fine. But I can take, like, 25 blades?"

"I think you mean 15 daggers and 3 swords, right?"

I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off with a stern look. I let myself indulge in a bit of pouting.

"You can take as many vials of poison and antidotes that can fit in your small purple suitcase. Because, I will be letting you take as many bows as you want, provided they fit into your grey suitcase. That includes recurve bows, longbows, reflex bows, and yes, crossbows."

"I think I have died and gone to heaven," I say blissfully. Boyd laughs.

"So, you will be taking your black backpack, your small purple suitcase and your larger grey suitcase one. Hey, see what I mean? Purple, grey, and black!"

"Ha-ha. I will put my clothes in my back pack, and keep my pretties with me?"

Yes, so, I called my daggers, knives and swords pretty was besides the point.

"Yes, you will be keeping your 'pretties' with you at all times. I will give you standard equipment- pen bombs, Game Boy explosives, and the rest- to be in your equip belt.

My equip belt was standard FBI and was where I kept things like bombs. Of course, my bombs were a tad more inconspicuous, but they were still as deadly.

I nod my assent.

"OK, then."

"So..."

"Yes. Go ahead and pack."

I turned and was about to skip back towards my room, when he called out to me.

"Yes, Boyd?"

"Oh, you'll be the one to tell your parents."

I come down from the clouds, crashing so hard that I nearly trip over my own feet.

"No! Boyd, please, please tell me that you're joking. Boyd?"

His lack of response was sufficient enough to tell me what I dreaded.

"Boyd... This is so- aargh!"