Heading for your apartment, cars cleared the way, your big Himmo, (Hummer Limmo) drove down the street. You were a content and succesful escort, getting great money for what you did. Protecting your clients was the bodygaurds job, and that was the best part. You just had to drive them.
It wasn't a bad job, driving hot celebrities to and fro, getting plenty of autographs and pictures. You were a happy person.
Suddenly you saw a crashed car on the side of the road. Getting out to observe the wreck, you questioned why there were no cops.
"Hello, is anyone here?" you yelled. You heard a groaning, looking behind you, you saw a young girl.
"Ms. Fox?! are you alright??" Lifting her up in your arms she moaned again, suddenly a grin slipped on her face,
"Gotcha!" she said, and in an instant she took out a small little gizmo and a flash of blue light shot out of it.
Everything went black.
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