A black stretch limousine took me straight to RWO where my dad worked.
Once I got in, I showed my clearance pass with gave me unfettered access to the entire building at large. I went to the basement and followed my progenitor’s instructions to where my room was.
Funny enough, it said for “Garth Almassy Jr. Only” as I saw the door.
I opened it, and it looked like a smaller version of the lab where I would practice.
“Start training session.”
The targets started to fly.
My fingers began to itch an heat up.
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