Agent W walked slowly around the room while keeping his gun trained at Ian’s head. “You guessed correctly,” he said. “These computers are in fact controlling the hurricane that is now raging through your neighborhood.”
“But why?” Ian asked.
“Simple,” Agent W explained, “Hurricanes are the only natural disasters that give you time to get ready. So it’s off to the store you go to buy your supplies. More profits for the store equal bigger bonuses for us. Simple. Now you know our secret.” Agent W stopped to aim his gun at Ian one last time. “But I’m afraid I can’t let you leave this room alive.”
Before Agent W could pull the trigger, Ian quickly ducked and swung his leg to sweep Agent W off his feet, sending him stumbling backwards while prematurely firing his gun at the ceiling. Now Ian had some precious time to escape.
Ian ran out of the computer room and back to the main entrance where he saw the platform just beginning to lift the chair towards the hole in the ceiling. He dove on to the chair just in time for the ride back to the secret bedroom hidden underneath his house.
After the chair reached its destination, Ian quickly jumped off and darted to the ladder for his swift journey through the attic, down to the garage and back into the living room where he saw his parents seated on the couch.
“Mom! Dad!” Ian panted, “You’ll never believe what I just saw!”
“They’ll never hear you either,” Agent W replied as he lowered his smoking gun. Ian was horrified to see the lifeless bodies of his parents slumping while still seated on the couch.
“Now, where were we?” Agent W smiled as he raised his gun. “Any last words?”
“You won’t get away with this!” Ian yelled.
Agent W frowned as he shook his head. “Not exactly memorable last words,” he said as he lowered his gun, “but they’ll do.”
Suddenly Agent W raised his gun and pulled the trigger. Ian’s body jarred as he abruptly sat up in bed, having just woken up from a most peculiar dream.