Level 16 here. Go buy some tobacco and roll some cigarettes.
I almost bought a pack of cigarettes just because I can. But I would have just thrown them right after I bought them because I don't plan on smoking. Then I would waste all my money on garbage when I could spend it on MTG.
Anyway, Panara Bread was good. Also, as a side note, here's a story I wrote for an assignment today. You guys can read it.
“You could have done a better job parking.” He looked at the tree, or what was left of it.
“I'd like to see you do better. I heard you barely passed your driving test.”
“Which is why I'm not the one driving. So, how long do you think it'll take you to fix it?”
“2 days is maximum amount of time we have before the tunnel closes at sunset. That should give you plenty of time to find our mark. Do you think you can handle it by yourself?”
“I'll be back before you finish. Were the keys damaged?”
“Luckily, they weren't. Here.”
Agent R threw the keys to his partner. He caught them and pressed what appeared to be the “unlock” button. Instantly he was dressed in a WWII-era German officer's uniform.
“Remember Agent Q, 2 days,” said Agent R.
“I don't plan on forgetting,” he replied as he walked through the trees towards a small town.
As soon as he reached the town, his plan was finalized. He looked at the sky. The sun was about to set. Perfect. He walked through the streets till he found a house with a car that wasn't in too bad of shape. He walked up the stone walkway and knocked on the door. He heard movement and French voices. Almost forgot Agent Q thought as he pressed the “lock” button on the keys. The voices were now speaking in English, or at least that's what his brain interpreted. A tall, lanky man opened the door.
“May I help you?” The fear in the man's voice filled the air around him. Behind him, a woman and a little girl stared wide-eye at the stranger standing at their door.
“I need to be in Paris by tomorrow and am in need of a car. I'm feeling generous and am in a rush, so I'll pay you for yours.” Agent Q spoke in flawless French. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a wallet with just enough money to buy the same model of car. The man held out the keys and received the money, knowing that this was a once in a lifetime offer and refusing it could mean death for his family or, at the least, the commandeering of his car. Agent Q got in the car, started it, and headed down the road. Tomorrow would be the start of the first day, so he had no time to waste.
He reached Paris by sunrise. Using a technique that shut down the extra brain functions he didn't need to drive or stay alive, he felt as though he had a full nights sleep. He drove down an alleyway to the spot he had gone over in the many months of training. He parked the car and approached the door and waited. 7:41 AM is when manager of the hotel would be in the back room getting ready for the day. His watch beeped once at 7:41 and Agent Q knocked on the door. Sure enough, the smaller man opened the door.
“I have an urgent meeting with Hauptmann Schmidt. I tried the front door, but it was locked.” The man stared at him, then stepped back, allowing him to come in. Agent Q walked up the stairs to the 3rd floor, room number 214. He knocked on the door three times. A Waffen-SS grunt opened the door and saluted. Agent Q returned the gesture pressed the “lock” key again in time for the man to say, “What is it?” in German.
“I need to speak with Hauptmann Schmidt.”
“Do you have identification?”
Agent Q produced a small book from his coat pocket. The grunt flipped through the book, then returned the book to Agent Q.
“Alright, you're good.”
The grunt allowed Agent Q to enter, then left the room and shut the door. Agent Q approached a second man, taller than the first. He stood up, fully dressed in a German officer's uniform. They saluted and Schmidt ask, “So, what is it you are need to speak to me about?” Agent Q's training kicked in. He subconsciously interrogated the man, finding all the info he was tasked with getting. And although it had taken them till 2 the next morning to finish their discussions, Agent Q's task was finished. He booked a room in the hotel for the rest of the night, thinking he could get a few hours of sleep before he had to go back.
He woke with a start. Air raid sirens. This was never in the predictions was the single fact the pushed through all the questions in Agent Q's mind as he struggled to pull on the uniform. His watch read 4 AM. He heard bombshells exploding in the distance. He threw open the door and turned to run to the main stairwell when he was met with a wall of people. Instead, he ran in the opposite direction and climbed out the open window at the end of the hallway. He scaled down the side of the building just in time for a bomb to strike the opposite side of it, where his car was. He heard screams but ran the opposite way. There was no way his car was intact. Dodging multiple collapsing buildings, he made his way out of Paris. He eventually found an intact car parked on the side of the road. He pulled out his keys and hit the “alarm” button and tried starting the car. His key took the shape of the lock and started the car. He drove back towards the small town and the forest.
20 minutes left till sunset. He pushed the car to it's limits. He arrived at the edge of the forest. 5 minutes till sunset. He saw Agent R in the clearing.
“Lets go!” cried Agent Q.
“It's not done yet!”
“Hurry! We only have 4 minutes!”
Agent R scurried under the hood.
3 minutes left.
“Ok, I think I got it. Start it up!”
Agent Q hopped in the driver seat and tried starting it. Nothing.
“It's not starting!” he yelled.
“This old DeLorean is a pain. I wish they had given us something a little more modern.”
2 minutes.
“Try again!”
Click...Click...Click... Vroom! The car roared to life.
1 minute left.
“Hop in!”
Agent R dove into the car. Agent Q floored the gas and started pressing buttons on the dash.
“20 seconds!” Agent R stated nervously.
“Just a little faster...”
“5 seconds!”
“Almost there...”
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3
2
1
“Punch it!” Agent Q yelled. Agent R hit a button on the dash and a portal opened in front of them.
They sped into the ever-closing rip in space.
“Come on...”
Just then, the portal closed with the car halfway through. The back half with the two passengers remained in the past and were hurdled into a tree.
About an hour later, Agent Q woke up. Pain sloshed around in his head. He looked at the sky. Nightfall. Agent R was on the ground, motionless. Half his body was missing, cut in half when the portal closed. He had bled out, a poor way to die. This was not supposed to happen... was the only thought Agent Q had as he listened to the air raid sirens drone on in the distance.
