Something bad had happened. I wasn't sure if an act of biological terrorism had gone down, or some kind of bomb had gone off but when I looked around it was chaos. Nobody would tell me what was happening. The scene shifted and I was inside a secret concrete bunker for questioning.
A soldier stood next to me while a Secret Policeman drew down on me. Yikes, that handgun looked read! I saw a man with headphones and some type of high tech gadget monitoring...what? My thoughts? my heartbeats?
I knew enough to just say one word: "Lawyer".
Just then Gilbert the Ghetto Rat appeared and said "Relax pal, I've got this."
I've gotta stop watching Netflix shows like Blacklist and Designated Survivor before bedtime.
