Mike

"This kid better not be sending us on a wild goose chase. I have more important things I could be doing right now. I've got a life, you know?"

MB raised an eyebrow at me with some skepticism.

"Ok, I don't really have a life. But I had a virtual date on War Craft today. She told me if I stood her up again she'd shoot me."

"But it's just virtual."

"No, if she shoots me, I have to start all over. I really don't want to start the game over when I've almost beat it."

"Why would shooting you do that?"

"She's one of the creators of the game, she has the power to do that. Mainly, shooting is just a metaphor."

"Right. Well, now that we're here, what are we supposed to do? I really wish that kid wouldn't have taken my daughter with him."

"Hold on, I'm getting something on the communicator."

I turned up the volume so we could hear what was going on. "We need back up. Suspect is in hot pursuit. Looks like he's got a hostage, a girl. Caucasian, black hair, mid teens. He's weaving through traffic. . .Whoa! What the? His car just turned into a jet. Send back up now!"

MB's face when pale. Out of the corner of my eye I saw some kids approaching us fast. MB seemed to recognize them, "We've got trouble. Run!" Then thinking aloud, "why would they release me and then come after me?"

Before I knew what was happening, an African girl was standing in front of us. She was holding her hands out to us but had a very serious look in her eyes. A gust of wind came out of nowhere and swept MB and I off our feet.

We were flying in a hurricane miles above the ground in seconds. Naturally, I began to scream.