That was when I first saw, the Vodo Indians.  (I know this is corny!).  I screamed as one of the arrows tried to turn me into a Vodo doll.  I blacked out as something hit me in my head.  When I awoke, I was adrift on a piece of wood.  I looked at the distant houses, and I could tell that I was somewhere on the Hudson river.  Perhaps by the fork where it met the Mohawk because I could feel a slight current.  When I did reach land, I found a house.  Inside this house lived an old old old lady.  She was older then the hills.  But she had some marvelous pieces of electronic equipment.  I stayed at this house for many moons.  Until the summer of 1998.  Everything I learned during the year helped me.  I could construct a radio from nothing but dirt.  And I could use anything as a weapon.  I was a worn-in fighting machine.

Two days after I had left, I entered a bar.  I sat down for a short rest.  I heard some yelling and looked over.  The chef was getting in a fight with a costumer.  The costumer didnt want him to fry the fish.  I remembered seeing the fish below Jasons boat when I was hanging onto the railing.  They were huge.  I hated fish.  (Yes, I know this want mentioned above).  My hand landed on a can of toothpicks.  I looked at them just as the costumer slapped the chef.  The fish fell to the ground and the costumer picked him up.  But before he could do anything, three long toothpicks implanted themselves into the head of the fish.  In rapid succesion I had let the toothpicks fly.  The fish was dead.

I stood up to leave, but that is when I met her.  Captain Caffinated Hallmark.  She got me into the FBI.  Where I am now.  I will give anything for her plans to go right.