I was sitting in my office messing with a rubix cube when Aaron came in.
"Jim, we have some bad news."
"What?"
"The president was shot about an hour ago." He said it like it was nothing. I let that thought out.
"Wait, what? The president died, and you're acting like it's nothing!"
Still looking undisturbed, he said "Jim, it's time for me to show you what the secret service is really about. Come with me."
He started walking before I could ask what happened, so I jogged up to him.
"You're telling me that the purpose of the secret service isn't to protect the president?"
"No, I'm telling you that protecting the president is more complicated than you think." We came to a set of stairs that I normally patrolled. He walked up to a nearby lamp, and pulled on it. The wall slowly opened up.
"Wait, you're telling me that the white house has secret doors? Really?"
He didn't answer as he continued down the stairs. At the bottom the tiny tunnel opened into a large room with a pedestal in the center. It glowed with a strange blue light.
"Soo, what is this exactly?" I asked.
"You'll see"
Aaron pushed some sort of button, and a 3d image popped up. "Is this a hologram?"
"Yes" he answered. "Well, sort of."
The image wavered, and stabilized into a picture of George Washington. "In 1776, Washington was about to invade Trenton. He knew he wouldn't be able to defeat them with only mortal power, so he went deep into the woods. For three days he searched, until he finally found what he was looking for. George found a pool of water, and from it came a spirit. The spirit said it would give him the strength of the nation. He of course accepted, and he became the embodiment of the U.S.A. As long as the nation lived, so would the embodiment. Confident, he returned to camp and began the attack. Testing out his power, he killed 8 men, just by snapping his fingers. He knew that it was too much power for one man, so he gave his power to his most trusted officers, keeping only about a quarter.
"Those officers gave some power to the other presidents until another could be born. Now every president possesses a quarter of the embodiment of America. I'll give you one guess who has the rest."
"The secret service?"
"That's right! Each of the 50 high ranking members has a fraction of the power. We use it to support each president and to groom the new ones. Of course, they can protect themselves pretty well, but the secret must be contained."
I could barley wrap my head around the concept. "So why am I here?"
"You are about to become out newest member. John!" A muscled man in a suit emerges from the darkness.
"Raise your right arm." he ordered. I complied, and he began chanting. "Lay vos noha! Lay vos noha!" Suddenly I felt a power in me. I snapped my finger, and fire flew out in a ring.
"You know what?" I said. "I could get used to this."
I am a massive noob, so throw every bit of criticism you have at me. I need all of it.