He fell on his bed, exhausted. He just came home from his last bodyguard job, and that was not fun. Suddenly, he got a call. "You're talking to Micheal Bryce, from the triple agency. What can I do for you?" He sighed "Hello, Micheal. You have a new job. You'll be flying to Paris tomorrow to protect a famous author from a group of terrorist. His boss informed him before hanging up. Micheal let the phone fall and groaned into his pillow