There have been rumors of a new, terrifying super villain. One the world has never seen before. No one knows where he, or it, came from. All we know is that we’re totally, completely screwed.


World, meet the Ego Destroyer. For the past week of so, my friend Reid and I have been working on this mini-musical type movie tirelessly just to submit it into the Evil League of Evil contest. Awesomely enough, we got it in just in time. Seriously, we were only 10 minutes early in sending it in. Talk about getting down to the wire. Anyway, the movie is about the super villain Ego Destroyer. Like his name implies, he destroys egos. Are you scared? You should be.

This was Neon Penguin’s, Reid and I’s production group’s, first musical. I think it turned out pretty well. I definitely learned a lot from making it. For example, make sure to compare the footage to the song during filming so you don’t spend hours slowing or speeding up video so it will sync up. I had to do this several times, and once it was so bad that we had to refilm a scene. Though, in the end, it turned out really well. There are obviously things I want to improve on (ie. get rid of background noise), but for a first, it turned out great. Also, this was the first movie made with my new Sony HDR-SR11 camera. Can you say sexay?

The video can be viewed on youtube or on facebook. But, for your convenience, I put it at the bottom of this post. You’re welcome. If you want the Ego Destroyer theme song for when you’re working out or something, then you’ll have to e-mail me about it. I’m not charging for it, obviously, I just can’t find a good place to put downloadable music. Any suggestions?

Enjoy. Also, please, please, please tell me what you think.


The Vice Presidential debate between Palin and Biden was definitely an entertaining one. These are just some general thoughts on the debate. I don’t claim to be a politics expert. These are just some things that I noticed, and some of my opinions regarding the debate. So, forgive me if I get some details wrong.

As I’ve said before, the debate was pretty entertaining. I’m not exactly the biggest Palin fan. I think she incorporates religion too much into her policies, and I don’t think she would be a very good replacement if McCain were to bite the dust. I don’t really know much about Joe Biden, but I believe he is much more capable in general. Anyway, back to the debate. I think it can be said that Biden won the debate overall. This isn’t to say that Palin didn’t do well though. In fact, she did much better than I thought she would. I’m surprised she performed so capably under the pressure that she was under, having to prove herself and all. Though, Biden was more in his element than she was. They are both excellent debaters, but Biden truly excels at that particular debate style.

Speaking of Palin, I have to admit, one of the main reasons I watched was to see Palin crash and burn. I was a bit disappointed when she didn’t, but I was pleasantly surprised as well. I think her goal was to simply defend herself and prove that she could roll with the big dogs, and she did that pretty well. She even had several really good moments. For example, when she called out Biden for saying that he thought Obama wasn’t ready to be commander in chief yet. That was one of her real shining moments during the debate. I noticed that she really focused on showing that she was one of “us” so to speak. A lot of the times when she answered questions, she looked directly into the camera, giving the impression that she was speaking to all the viewers. She did relatively well in answering the questions, but I felt like she dodged the questions a lot. Maybe it was just me.

Joe Biden did as expected. His style of debating was much more direct. When he was asked a question he answered it quickly and concisely. What else could you expect? The main challenge for him wasn’t to answer the questions as well as he could but rather to not seem like he was patronizing Palin. That’s probably why he allowed some of Palin’s points to pass.

Overall, it was an interesting debate. Both sides did pretty well, but in the end, Biden came out on top in my eyes. That wasn’t that much of a surprise. Though, Palin did hold her own, and that was all we could have asked for.

I have always been a fan of musicals. I love how they manage to incorporate music with acting to make a great show for viewers. Yes, on some level, I even enjoyed High School Musical. Very rarely has any piece of music been stuck in my head for days at a time. Maybe a few hours, but days? No, not that long. Until now that is. Presenting Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog!

I can’t really say this is a review. I think any sort of review I do would be a virtual blowjob in blog form. Dr. Horrible stars Neil Patrick Harris! Oh wait, you need more of a reason to watch it? Alright, fine. NPH plays Dr. Horrible, an aspiring super villain trying to join the Evil League of Evil and at the same time win the heart of the girl he loves. However, he also has to overcome his rival, Captain Hammer. I can’t really say anything else without giving all of it away. Suffice it to say that you need to watch this musical. If you watch any musical, watch this one. It was enlightening, inspiring, and I even danced a little.

They are going to be coming out with a DVD pretty soon. You can find the music on iTunes for about 5 bucks for the whole album. I know I’ll be dishing out the cash for it. It’s definitely worth it. You’ll be singing the songs for weeks on end. They are also holding a contest to join the Evil League of Evil. The deadline for submissions is October 11.

I’m not sure what else I can say except for: WATCH IT NAO!

As it turns out, some people still don’t have power after two weeks. I didn’t really think this was surprising, but I never thought it would be so close to home in a manner of speaking. I guess it kind of puts in perspective how lucky I am to have power, or rather, how unlucky the people who don’t have it are. Sucks for them, right?

If you’ve read my other post about school football games then you know how entertaining that they can be. Well, when they’re over that is. Unfortunately, the latter part of the game that I enjoy wasn’t part of the schedule. Nope. That was replaced with the way more fun 3 hour practice! Man, it’s a good thing it wasn’t hot out today. It’s not like it’s Houston or something. Lucky me. Anyway, you didn’t come here to hear me bitch about my day. That’s what Xanga is for after all.

One of the things that make football games fun are all the random conversations that manage to pop up. For example, today I had one with the B about cheesecake. Call me a fatty, but I love cheesecake. Is there any kind of cake better? According to Alton Brown, it technically isn’t a cake, but does that matter when you’re having a food induced high from having a piece in your mouth? No, it doesn’t. Suffice it to say that Cheesecake Factory is one of my most favorite restaurants, ever.

In other pointless news, I’m in the process of setting up a Flickr account. By “in the process” I mean I’m planning to do it sometime in the near future. That way, you guys can see all of the riveting photographs that I have collected. On that same note, I’m planning on putting some more media into my posts. You know, spice things up a bit.

Normally I would have more things to say, but there is a House marathon on USA right now. It’s kinda important.

I have to admit: after watching Burn After Reading, I really have no idea what happened. Now, don’t get me wrong, there is a story, but a loose one at best. If you’re going to see this movie, don’t expect a deep, thought-provoking plot. At best, this movie is a quick laugh to be watched when you’re bored.

Burn After Reading focuses mainly on the lives of 4 or 5 main characters. All these characters get wrapped into the same mess of a situation. The driving force behind this whole movie is the discovery of confidential data at Hardbodies, the gym that Chad (played by Brad Pitt) and Lynda Litsky works at. Somehow Henry, played by George Clooney, gets wrapped up in there too. I’m not really sure how. Suffice it to say, this movie wasn’t that memorable save a few great lines.

Anyway, Lynda Litsky needs a series of cosmetic surgeries to “recreate” herself, which is her motivation for “playing ball” with the government. With the help of Chad, she tries to blackmail Osbourne Cox, the owner of aforementioned data, for money. To say the least, Osbourne is not amused.

The events that unfold because of this throughout the movie can be best described as a clusterfuck. I don’t really know what to say about them except that they seem completely random. Don’t get me wrong though, it is this shotgun formation style of execution that makes this movie funny. It’s the sheer ridiculousness of the events that will make you laugh. Speaking of execution, it could have been better. At points I was kind of confused with what was happening, but it wasn’t hard to get back on track.

Brad Pitt did a great job with his character, Chad. I think he pulled off the silly and mildly retarded gym trainer that he was supposed to be perfectly. There were a lot of times that I found myself laughing out loud when he was at center stage. Chad is one of the few characters that I truly enjoyed watching. In other words, he was one of the few characters with any real flavor. My only complaint is that he didn’t have a bigger role.

I hate to say this, but I didn’t like George Clooney in this movie. He is one of my favorite actors, but I didn’t like his character, Henry. I never really got an idea of why he was in this movie. In the end, I had to conclude that he was just to add to the craziness. His character wasn’t particularly funny, nor was he particularly dynamic. I’m drawing a blank here. Regarding Clooney’s performance, it was excellent as usual. I didn’t expect anything less of him. Nothing much to report there.

The rest of the cast were a bunch of actors I didn’t really recognize. I found the character Lynda Litsky really annoying at times. The only reason I really remember Osbourne is his constant use of the word “fuck” and his shot against Mormons in the beginning. The two government agents that summed up the events of the movie at different points were fun to watch and even elicited a few laughs from me every now and then.

All in all, this movie left me unsatisfied in the end. It did wrap up nicely, leaving no questions, but I felt like it was missing something. If you’re looking for a few laughs and a casual watch with some friends then this is the movie for you. Though, I doubt that this is worth the $10 to watch it. If anything, wait for the DVD release and rent it.

Portal is possibly one of the best Valve games that I’ve ever played. In fact, it may be one of the best puzzle games I’ve ever played, period. I’m not sure what made me love it so much. Maybe it was the taunting voice of GlaDOS, or maybe it was the Companion Cube. Oh wait, I remember. It was the portal gun. Seriously, what could be better than a gun that makes portals on virtually any surface? Nothing, that’s what. I remember for weeks after I played the game I imagined myself with the gun, thinking of all the awesome uses for it. To this day, I would give anything to have a real one. Anything.

The first Portal game had a nice little ending, but it was so short. Too short, I think. On the other hand, I think if it was any longer, it would have gotten a bit stale. It doesn’t look like Valve will be making a sequel anytime soon, so it’s in the hands of the community to take care of that. A lot of people already made community maps and stuff, but no one has made a real game. Until now.

Portal: Prelude has been really under the radar. In fact, I only found it through StumbleUpon. As the name states, the game is a prequel to Portal. It is set before GlaDOS was created and the staff at Aperture Science are the ones who takes care of all the tests. From the screenshots on the website, the game is looking great; it looks like it was made by Valve. At the moment, there is no release date, but I hope it’s soon.

By the way, I’ve heard through the grape-vine that Valve has accidentally confirmed that they are making a prequel too. Mind you, I’m not sure if this is credible or not. If someone could find out, that would be appreciated.

I’ll be sure to update this some more when I get my power back, but for now, this is all I got:

I have to hand it to Mama Nature up there. She really lived up to all the hype and then some. I’m not saying that she reads my blog or anything, but I think she read my blog and decided to fufill my hopes of riding out a real hurricane. Just as expected, it was pretty exciting.

For the first few hours, there wasn’t anything but some wind. Eventually, the rain started to pick up as well, and that’s when the real action started. At first I thought the sharp cracking noises was thunder, but later I found out it wasn’t; it was actually the sound of whole branches being blown off of the tree. It was cool to hear transformers exploding too. I didn’t think that I would lose power, but damn was I wrong. When I woke up the next morning I was going to go play a nice game of Rock Band when I realized, “Hey, why isn’t my alarm clock on?” Much to my horror, it was because there was no electricity. None. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Zero. You get the drift. Suffice it to say that I was devastated.

What’s even more amazing than the actual storm, was the after math of the storm. When I walked out, it was awesome to see all the wreckage outside; I even saw a tree on someone’s house! Though, more than that, was how everyone banded together after the fact. On a lot of the streets I visited, people were setting up grills and chairs and having a block party of sorts. People who normally had nothing to do with each other were coming together as if they had been together their whole lives. It’s great to see that people can still act human, even if it is in the wake of a disaster.

My heart really goes out to the people of Galveston. The devastation over there is enormous. So much so that the mayor has even deemed it “uninhabitable.” According to the latest issue of the Houston Chronicle, people are being taken out of Galveston as the living conditions continue to plummet. Hopefully, one day, I can visit there again, but I don’t think it’ll ever be the same.

You win, Mama. You win.

These past two years have really been good for gaming. There have been so many amazing games that have been released, such as Mass Effect or Call of Duty 4. This holiday season promises even more amazing games, and for a gamer like me, that means that my wallet is going to get a lot lighter. Below is a list of some games I’m really, really, really excited for.

Rock Band 2: What is there to say? It’s the sequel to one of the first games to do full band gameplay well. Not to mention that the setlist is guaranteed to be gigantic, with new songs coming out every week, and the ability to have all of the original Rock Band songs and all the ones you have downloaded. I think my head is going to asplode.

Spore: Will Wright is a real genius. If you haven’t heard about him, then maybe you’ve heard of a little game named the Sims? Yeah, that’s Will’s brain child. He’s not working on the new Sims 3, because he is putting all his energy into Spore. When I watched the demo video for this game, I nearly peed myself. Seriously, I thought I needed new pants. This game has been released recently, and has been met with lackluster reviews. Something about DRM. Is that really such a big deal? I don’t think so. I great game is a great game, DRM or no DRM. UPDATE: With the help of the sis, I did some more research on Spore’s DRM, and have concluded that it is a big deal. Hopefully EA will get their shit together. Then again, I can’t really say. I haven’t gotten my hands on a copy, but when I do, don’t expect me to update for a while except to say “ZOMG SPORE!1” The only thing I’m worried about is the planets that are going to be filled with penis-monsters once I start space exploration.

Star Wars: The Force Unleashed: I’ve recently just played the demo for this. I have to say, that it’s really fun to go and obliterate storm troopers with a nice force push. Even better is to throw a TIE Fighter at a group of those guys. I’ve read reviews, and they haven’t been the best either. I think I’ll have to rent this game before I dish out 60 big ones for it. Still, I maintain that impaling a storm trooper whilst throwing him through the air is one of the best things ever.

Fable 2: I absolutely loved playing Fable 1. There’s something about being able to choose your own path when playing a game that really makes it great. The hype around Fable 2 is enormous, and I hope that Peter Molyneux can fully deliver on all his promises. From the screen shots I’ve seen, the game looks really promising and if it’s anything like the first one, I’m sure I’ll love it.

Fallout 3: Any self respecting gamer has heard about the Fallout series. Fans have waited years for the next installment, and it’s finally here. This amazing shooter, RPG, strategy hybrid set in a post-apocalyptic world is sure to please even the most discriminate among us. Unfortunately, I don’t really know much about the game itself, but from the screenshots, it’s looking really good. I guess I have to wait until October 28th to find out.

Gears of War 2: This is another game that I’m sure I’ll love. When I first got this game, I obsessed over it for months trying to do every single thing. The multiplayer wasn’t the best in the world, but it was one of the first games that I’ve seen do online co-op really well. CliffyB is one of my favorite people in the video game business, and this game promises to be, in his words, “bigger, better, and more badass.”

Mirror’s Edge: This is from the makers of the Battlefield series. It’s a little weird to see them making something other than their standard flavor of shooter, but the screens for this game look really interesting. The thing that really got me excited about this game is that it’s pretty much a first person parkour game. I’m really excited to see how they accomplish making the moves realistic seeing as how all the animation is done by hand. The style that this game is done in is also really interesting. It looks really simplistic, mostly white but highlighted by paths of orange, and clean but is still really detailed. I can’t wait till this baby finally gets released and from what I’ve heard, that would be the 24th of November.

By the way, Apple has recently released the next generation of iPod.

A more exciting hurricane that is. I always wanted to ride out a storm. Areal storm that is. It’s kind of exciting, but I’ve been pretty disappointed by them the past few years. Mother Nature has become known for dropping the ball storm-wise. For example, Rita; I just played Counter-Strike all through that. Gustav? Are you kidding me? I’ve seen sprinklers that were more intense. From what I’ve heard, Ike is supposed to be on the level of Katrina. C’mon Mother Nature. Don’t fail me now.

The really good news is that I don’t have any school tomorrow. This is obviously a good thing, but not without it’s down sides. You see, I have given myself a very inflexible schedule to do all my work in, but this hurricane totally messes that up. Now that I have a three day weekend, I’ll no doubt put off all my work until Sunday. Damn my laziness. I digress though. You didn’t come here to hear me bitch about my school life. That’s what Facebook statuses are for.

The mom is going to be staying at the hospital that she works at tonight. Ironically enough, all the hospitals are closing down this weekend except for the small team of people that are forced to stay. You would think that the hospitals would be open during a storm. I mean, I’ve never been in one for anything. But I’ve heard, like, people get hurt in those or something? I’m not sure. Could someone look that up? Thanks.

In more recent news, I decided that I would try to teach myself how to learn piano. Now mind you, by more recent, I mean a few hours ago. I’m not really sure where the idea came to me, but lately, I’ve been surrounded by so much music it’s making my ears bleed. I find myself completely immersed in a sea of notes, rhythms, and melodies. All this has somehow “inspired” me to try to better my musical self. Do I think I can do it? Probably. Do I think that I’ll go all the way through with it? Probably not. Oh well, it’s worth a shot right? Right. Currently I’m trying to learn Viva La Vida and Lost by Coldplay and Snow by Red Hot Chili Peppers. Any advice would be appreciated.

By the way, I just realized that I won’t have a computer, or my 360 if I lose power during the hurricane. Suddenly, I’m not so excited about the storm. Still, maybe I can get some work done music or school-wise if that happens.

He’s running. Running across a smoking plain. Where? He doesn’t know. From what? He can’t remember. He sees wreckage all around him, dead bodies staring at him with lifeless eyes. He tripped; fell into the mud, why did it sting? No, can’t be, it hurts everywhere, remember? No, he didn’t remember. He turned around in the mud; it hurt a little bit more. Another soldier, walking towards him, his face was blurred out. Who is he? Why does he look so familiar? A gun was in his hand, he cocked it. Is he pointing that at me? The man tried to shout “friendly” but no words escaped his throat. The soldier’s closing in; he’s aiming it at his head, ready to fire. The man jumped up, trying to grab the oncoming soldier, but instead, fazed through him as if he wasn’t there. He turned around, to see his own body staring at the gun pointed at his face. The soldier glanced back, right into his eyes, a smirk crossed his face. Why did he look so familiar? Dad?

Evan Crane woke up panting, sweat dripping from his face. He sat up with a groan and looked at the clock by his bed. 4:00AM.

“Great, that’s the twelfth time this month.” He thought to himself.

It was always the same dream that haunted him, that tormented him. Evan sighed as he sat up, and looked to his right, where his wife once laid. He shook his head, and clutched his brown hair in obvious distress. This couldn’t keep happening. The dream had robbed him of sleep on some of his most important days this year. Multiple job interviews, his high school reunion, the ski trip, all things critical if he ever wanted to get his life going again. It all screeched to a halt one night.

“Christ, that night…” he muttered.

Evan Crane needed a drink. A hard one. He needed to sit down, pour himself a nice glass of whiskey and – no. A drink was the last thing he needed. He needed to finish step 8. Step 8 involves making a list of everyone whom you had harmed through your drinking. At the top of the list was his late wife. The rest of the list was the hard part. It was easy for him to make a list of people who had harmed him. It was almost as if everyone he ever met only wanted to harm him.

“Fuck life,” said Evan Crane, as he reached for his revolver. He put the business end into his mouth and bit down, hard. Revolvers taste uncannily like chicken parmesan, if chicken parmesan is what you had for dinner.

The phone rang.

“Why oo ay aways gegh callgh agh da mosh inconveniengh kimes?” he struggled to say, revolver still in his mouth. He put his revolver, a frequent visitor to his mouth, back on his bedside table. He picked up the phone.


“This is very important, listen to every word I say,” said a mysterious voice, unrecognizable to Evan.

“Hey, yeah, whatever. It’s important for you to know that you interrupted something important.”

“Shut up, you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” commanded Mr. Mystery Voice. “You’re needed in Washington.”

“Washington? That’s all the way in the Rockies. How am I supposed to get from here to there?” Here for Evan Crane was in Austin, on the shore of what used to be Texas, before the floods and before the states unified under President O’Conor.

“We have transportation waiting outside. You’ll meet an associate of mine inside; he’ll further brief you on what you need to know.” Click.

Reluctantly, Evan swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Almost immediately his vision blurred and he momentarily lost his balance as the blood rushed from his head. Staggering, he moved into the bathroom and placed both his hands on the sink to support him. The room was cold and damp. There was the sound of dripping water hitting cold porcelain at a steady rate and was only disturbed by the sound of a cricket who decided to rub its legs together occasionally.

A slow, steady hand crawled towards the light switch flicked it into the “on” position. Blinding white light filled the room, and Evan was forced to squint as his eyes adjusted accordingly.

“Fucking lights…” he muttered through his teeth.

Blue eyes scanned the tiny bathroom for a toothbrush, and found it on top of the toilet; the handle was slightly bent from the daily pressure of one’s thumb, bristles frayed and faintly yellow from use. For a moment, Evan wondered if the rumors about air-borne fecal matter getting onto your toothbrush if it was too close to the toilet were true. With a shrug, the baby blue brush was run under lukewarm water, covered in mint-flavored gel, and placed in a waiting mouth.

As the rough bristles were run over his teeth, lazy eyes examined the face of the man in the mirror. An ever thickening layer of facial hair was growing, giving him a lumberjack type appearance, sans axe and pancakes. Evan debated if he should shave, but decided against it when he saw the dull pieces of metal that, at one point in time, were blades.

A spit and a rinse later, he turned off the lights and left the bathroom to get dressed. The closet smelled heavily of moth balls, and dust covered most of the interior. The clothes that hung from the racks were worn out, some even had holes in them; Evan never had enough time, or money, or care to buy a new wardrobe. He took a simple green t-shirt off of its hanger and put it on, and walked to his chair to slip into the jeans that were on it. As he was leaving the bedroom, Evan stole a glance back at the revolver on his nightstand. For a second, he debated if he should finish what he started earlier, but ultimately, decided against it.

The small kitchen was connected to an equally small living room. Blinds covered all the windows, but it was evident that the sun was starting to rise, casting a soft, but eerie, orange glow throughout the house. There was a pad of paper on the round wooden table in the middle of the kitchen. On it were the words “Step 8” and a number one with the word “Wife” under that. It was obvious that it had been sitting there for the better half of a year due to the brown coffee mug stains and orange Dorrito crumbs that covered it. Evan saw the pad and was reminded of the revolver on his night stand. Wouldn’t that be so much easier? He thought about it, thought about it long and hard. With a sigh, he pushed the idea of sweet release to the back of his mind.

Parked on the driveway was a black luxury car. It was decorated with the government seal on the right side and an American flag hung from the long radio antenna. Evan saw it waiting outside and decided to skip breakfast. The clock read 5 AM. Evan grabbed his brown leather jacket from the coat rack by the door and walked towards the car. A thin layer of frost covered every surface outside of the small house and white smoke drifted out of Evan’s mouth whenever he exhaled. Ever since the floods, the weather patterns of the Earth have changed dramatically, effectively inverting the pattern of the seasons.

As Evan came closer to the car, a man stepped out of the back seat. He was tall, about six feet, and was dressed in a standard black suit. His hair was thinning and his face was worn from stress. The man extended a bony hand towards Evan as he came closer. For a moment, Evan just stared at the hand before shaking it. It was large and rough, and prominent blue veins snaked across the back of it. The two men shook hands, and the man spoke.

“Evan Crane. Please get in the car.” He said as he opened the back door.

Evan shrugged and entered. Leather covered the seats of the car, and a glass separator isolated the driver from the back seat where Evan and the man sat.

“My name is Agent Kennedy. I am part of the Global Security Union. However, that’s not what is important here.” Kennedy paused for a moment and then tapped on the tinted glass separator.

“Drive.” He said and turned back towards Evan. A steady hand motioned towards the small cooler that was part of the island between the two seats. “Drink?” he asked as the hand pulled out a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels.

Evan hadn’t realized how thirsty he was until that moment. All of a sudden his mouth seemed unbearably dry. It was as if his mouth was a desert, cacti and all. Was it even legal to be so thirsty? He didn’t think so. Evan felt the word “yes” creep up his throat as he stared, but a part of him kept it from escaping; he hated that part of him.

“Uh…um. N-no. No thanks.” He said with great reluctance.

“Suit yourself.” Kennedy replied, placing the bottle back, and continuing. “Maybe you’ve heard of the arch-like structure discovered in France. Until recently we’ve been excavating that structure for research purposes. However, an…issue has arrived.”


“Yes. During the excavation process, half of the structure broke, unfortunately. According to our sources on site, this produced a vortex of sorts, and something came out.” Kennedy suddenly stopped talking, a look of hesitance drawn on his face.

“Well…what was it?”

“No one really knows. It doesn’t match any records that we have. But…most of us call them…demons.”
Evan started to laugh openly, tears almost coming from his eyes. “You’re kidding right? You’ve gotta be kidding.”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” Kennedy asked him, his demeanor deathly serious. He was not kidding.
Evan got the message, and the cabin of the car grew silent. Both men stared into the distance as they were driven to their destination. Kennedy glanced at the gold Rolex watch on his wrist, 5:30 AM. Suddenly, the car jerked to a stop, and the engine was shut off. The sound of jets flying off of the runway filled the air as the two men got out of the vehicle. There was a small plane in the distance, it too was black and decorated with the government seal. It was unlike any plane Evan had seen, surely a model exclusively for government use. The two men began walking towards the jet, the steps accented by leather shoes that Kennedy was wearing.

“We have to hurry if we are going to make it to Washington in time. You’ll be further briefed there.” Kennedy said as they walked. Evan nodded in response.

They ascended the stairs into the cabin of the craft and sat down in the large leather seats. Almost immediately after they sat, the plane jerked into motion, increasing in speed the farther they went. Soon, they were in the air, en route to Washington.