Looking back I just left it at that, a curiosity.On Thursday evening, the week was wrapping up; I was on my own and decided to go to a bar for a drink... As I sat there having a cocktail chatting with the bartender and watching TV, I was thinking what a relaxing way to end the week before I fly out tomorrow. The bartender asked me if I’d like another drink and I replied “sure.” “Let me get that” another voice replied. A nice looking man walked over and sat down. We chatted for a while, he bought. With six well-armed agents and a couple of machine guns, we were going to be fine. I could see that we would have to direct fire to keep our attackers heads down while our side reformed and figured out how to proceed. It was my hope that adding automatic gunfire from an unexpected direction would buy our guys time to escape.It worked, but drew a brutal response from the ship. Once our forward teams were safe, we were suddenly the ones in need of rescue. That was not unexpected, and the agent on. " The video ended there.It really was a real live magical girl. These things weren't supposed to happen outside of comics and television. Yet it was happening, and not in Tokyo, not in any big western city either, but here in suburban Oklahoma. Matt was so excited at the prospect that he wasn't sure he could sleep, even given the late hour. He needed to try anyway, and shut his bedroom lights off.Before he had a chance to settle in and close his eyes, he noticed the unusual bright light. Why didn’t you think of that Meka?”“I know. Right? Kidding aside, I told him that you were freshmen teammates and that if he wanted to know more, he can watch our games. You’ll all get to meet him, as both boys and girls will be playing the same schools on quite a few game nights. When we play away, we get only one bus, so they have to go early and watch our game and we have to stay late and watch theirs. Both teams have complained because it’s somewhat hard to do homework at the games.”“Hmm, I.