What was my mission again?
"I understand" you said, nodding.
"Good. Just remember what I said: That gun is for self defense only. The last thing I want you to do is shoot anyone. Only use it if you feel like you are going to die."
With that, you are escorted out of the Oval Office and into the hallway.
The security people surrounded you in a diamond formation as you are taken out of the White House and into a military helicopter. Do they think someone is going to shoot me? Why all the security people in black bulletproof suits huddling around me?
After hours of flight, you reach Area 51. You have been to so many important and secret places and meet so many very important people this feels like just another location on earth. You touch down are are taken into the bunker. The men in black still follow you mere inches from you. There is around 16 of them. You are starting to feel a little claustrophobic with all these people around you. It's impossible to see where you are even going. You reach a door and are practically shoved in with all that security around you. The ones in front of you move to the side so you can see what stands before you. A mirror. No one says anything for a few heartbeats.
“Well. Step inside.”
“Step inside what?
“The mirror.”
“You got to be joking me, right?”
“This is there way of traveling dimensions. Now enter the mirror.”
You decide to play along, hoping this foolishness will end faster if you just go with it.
“Ok, here I go, walking to a magical mirror to take me to a magical land of ponies.” You said sarcastically. You approach the mirror and walk right in front of it.
“Here I go, entering the magical world through this mirror” you said even more loud and sarcastic than the last time. You stick your foot into the mirror. It goes through. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!
You guys weren't joking when you told me this was the portal. Well, fuck it. Here I go.
