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At first, I was worried that it had plummeted straight down onto the driveway, but after a second, I heard a noise outside of my window, and knew that my theory was correct. Alan had given me an AW-8 drone. I opened the window to let the drone in, and it hovered over my bed as I pulled the tissue paper out of the box to reveal another layer of components underneath. I carefully took the manual out of its slot and flicked through, reading the section about 'setting your drone up'. As I read each bit, I did as instructed, making sure all the features were working and operational. When I was finished with the systems check, I looked at the case again. In the middle, there was what appeared to be a hearing aid and some contct lenses. I pulled them from thier compartments and examined them, hoping to find a clue as to why they were there. Failing this, I turned back to the manual, which stated that the 'hearing aid' gave me two-way audio and the 'contact lens' was invisible once you wore it and gave you a HUD that allowed you to see through the drone's camera. Even better, you didn't have to take it out every night and put it back in in the morning, you could just leave it in forever!

On friday, I woke up early, and got ready to leave for America. I met Lewis and Edward at the train station, where we caught a train for the airport. We met Alan (who looked extremely nervous for someone who had been doing tours for years) and his crew at the gate. "You checked in already?" he asked when saw us. "Alan, you have to check in to get to the gate." Ed replied. Alan nodded, but he didn't look as though he was actually listening. He scribbled something on a peice of paper for me.

did you like your present? should i give one to the others too?

"Yes." I replied simply, grabbing my hand luggage as the gate opened for boarding. He nodded, clearly distracted again, for some reason, and walked off in the completely wrong direction.

Later that day, we landed in the Los Angeles airport, where we collected our bags and walked around the corner to the hotel. While we checked in, the hotel manager gave Alan a message that Marshmello had left for us.

C U @ studio when U get this. A knows where it is.

Alan gave my friends back packs like the one he had given me and told them to put on the clothes inside. I, too, got changed, because my clothes looked terrible after 14 hours on a plane. "Make sure you bring everything in the bags plus your laptops!" Alan called from the hallway, so I grabbed the rucksack and walked out of my room, trying to figure out how to put the mask on. Alan spotted my trouble and showed me how to do it (those Airinums are good masks, but they have way too many straps) and then I had to help the rest of the band with thiers. Before long, we were on our way to the studio we were going to be working in. "£2 they'll argue over whether FL Studio or Ableton Live is better?" Lewis asked me. "Come on, Bond! You know Alan is better than that!"

Mello was waiting outside the studio for us when we arrived. Alan was first out of the car, and I could see, through the tinted glass, the two of them running towards each other, Mello sprinting towards Alan, his arms already out for a hug. I was about to turn away, to respect thier privacy, when Alan tripped over a slightly wonky flagstone and went flying through the air. I jumped from the car, but Mello was faster. He saw Alan falling and quickly caught him in his arms. I could see Alan's face go red under his mask, but he was obviously enjoying having Mello holding him. Mello sighed and put Alan down so he could adjust his helmet, then picked him up again and carried him inside. I stared after them for a couple of moments, then turned to Lewis, who was just getting out of the car. "How much do I owe you?" I muttered, swinging my bag onto my back.

Above me, AV-8, my walker drone, uploaded a video to its OneDrive folder and started recording again.


I am seriously going to regret writing this... short and (sort of) sweet. I think.

do you like lewis's new nickname?? let me know below. it comes from the fact that his Walker Id is 19007, hence, James Bond

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