He was a CIA agent at the top of the food

He was a CIA agent at the top of the food chain. He knew EVERYTHING! He knew who killed Kennedy, the truth about the OJ case. But watching the view turned him into a gossip and

pretty soon he became a liability to the agency. He was on the run. His inherent paranoia became a blessing. He ditched the white voyager at first opportunity and short circuited

the golden retriever from the retriever olympics, but first things first. He still had to shake the bad guys following him, although he also couldn't shake the feeling that

something was off. He veered off the street, headed toward the retriever olympics, and finally realized that his car's brakes were out. The bad guys were off his trail, but he was

hurtling out of control, about to drive into the Stadium. Fortunately, he was traind for just such a situation. Taking out his trusty

pocket dematerializer, he pressed the large purple button and rezzed out. The bus, bereft of human companionship and directionless, slammed into the side of Stadium, causing

no loss of human life, but severe structural damage. Stadium seats, bucked from their support, crashed downwards in massive wood splinters and metal onto the bus. The noise was

deafening and silent at the same time. The passengers in the bus felt the pressure of the metal against them and began to scream! "Get down!" The driver bailed out the front and

the back filled with icewater. There was a vicious melee for the only life jacket. Only God can judge me now.