What a chase! My red “Porsche” raced down the morning highway at the speed of the wind. People in camouflage chasing me in a jeep couldn’t hit me no matter what. What’s more, I was unarmed, while they had automatic rifles. Hey, cops—where are you, my dear ones?! Don’t you see what’s going on on your roads? They’re shooting, damn it! Who knows what plans my enemies have—maybe they no longer need the code I supposedly have? They’ll just riddled me with bursts from their automatics and that’ll be the end of it. All I had to do was press the gas. And I did. And they finally fell back. I immediately pulled off the highway and turned into the woods. When I reached a body of water, I got out of the car and washed my face. That’s when it truly became scary! What kind of photos did you take, Scrawny Photographer? What kind of wasp’s nest did you stir up? But nothing—I've still got a hard drive. We’ll see who will get the upper hand! I declare war on you! I’ll avenge Scrawny, the genius photographer, and a man with tremendous stamina…