It was somewhere in the early 2000s. For a while your parents had said you were a troubled teen, and it turned out that you were. You had committed many elaborate crimes. You were going to get arrested until the police realized they could use you to their advantage.

So now, at 16 years old you were the polices only hope on case they have. The new president Jackie .f. Kane, was going to get assassinated, but no one could figure out when. They were only able to find out that she was going to be.

Currently, it was 12:39 pm. You were in a meeting room, the men, young and old, panicking, trying to figure out this case. And you, like the teenager you were, was just laying on the table, looking at the ceiling, knowing you had solved this.