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It was 11 and it was late. Sam sat there on his couch with the killer transport in his hand. He had packed his bag with everything he needed, including waffles. Sam stared at the glittering small stone on top of the killer transport. Sam just wished he had someone to guide him how to use this thing. Sam decided that it was about time he learnt it. He got up from his couch with the killer transport in his hands and went into his bedroom and aimed the tip at his pillow. There was no button whatsoever in on it. He just aimed it and said,"fire"

Things just kept getting more crazy, I couldn't catch a break. An idea came to my head and I quickly moved the chair against the desk away, turning on the device. It took a long time to load because of its model and I feared that Kevin was going to come in anytime soon, but I kept my fingers crossed that whoever that man was was going to keep him occupied for a while. The screen finally came to live, showing a bright but poor quality display of Kevin's photo He was standing in the midst of four guys who were all smoking while he made a gun shot motion with his hand.

“I took one old parchment that is supposed to have fire magic. And I placed it inside the scanning machine, then activated it, a fireball appeared, and Linda recorded the entire process.” “Did you get it?” I asked after a few minutes. “Yes,” Linda confirmed. “I have sent the ‘name’ to your smart wrist.” I opened my smart wrist, which displayed a transparent screen, and I selected the latest data named 'magic fire'. When I activated the frequency for the fire magic, a fireball suddenly shot out from the smart wrist device. “Your theory was correct, the fire parchment has some sort of matrix or the complete frequency to activate the magic,” Linda noted.

I bowed slightly, eyes not meeting his yet. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he spun the chair around. Gently. Smoothly. I watched as he used his hands to guide the wheels, his fingers scarred, his movements sharp. He stopped right in front of me. A tablet rested on his lap. I couldn’t see it clearly. But I caught a glimpse. Images. Screenshots. Possibly videos. Then he looked at me. Not with a frown. Not with a smile. But with a kind of quiet fire.