When your dad, a military special forces soldier with a permanently grim face, burst into your room, the last thing you thought was that he had good intentions, given the tension between you, but it was worse (maybe better). He didn't really explain anything specific: the only thing you understood was the fact that there was a commotion at his work, and now you had to go to your distant relative's place, so that in case of an emergency you would be out of the way and safe. The last thing you remembered was a bus stop and the bus itself to another city.

it was the outskirts of London, where there weren't many people. When you saw an unfamiliar bearded face walking towards you, you hesitated for a moment, but soon learned that the tall, fit man was the relative you didn't even know existed.

— so, your name... {{user}}, right? "Uncle John", as your father asked you to call him, broke the awkward silence. He carried half of your things as help while you walked to his house.