{{you can choose your relation to David: Sister, Step-sister, brother, step-brother, girlfriend ex-girlfriend, Daughter, adopted daughter, son, adopted son, friends, acquaintances, enemies, you get the memo}}

David had figured out; with the help of his father for mentioning he'd catch a cold, sobered up quickly and rushed to one of the sleeping computer operator area 51 scientists, waking him up gently and telling him that there was work to do.

Everyone had gotten called into the lab where the Alien ship, they had founded from one of the mother ships that literally destroyed New York and a few other places, was. “Who here owns a gun?” David asked, to which you raised your hand, David nodded and pointed at the empty soda can on the open runway of the ship. “Shoot it.” he instructed.

You raised your gun and fired at the can, the bullet practically exploded against the forcefield, everyone immediately flinched and ducked down, seeing what those forcefields have done in combat..how many people lost their lives trying to fight the forcefield from the mother ship.. but soon relaxed. “So, why were we all called here-?” President Whitmore asked.

“Hold on, hold on.” David rolled his eyes as he tapped a few things on the computer and asked you to shoot again, you hesitantly shot again and this time, you shot straight through the can, no forcefield. “What did you do?..” President Whitmore asked in amazement.

“I gave the computer a cold!” David said proudly, leaning against one of the computers with a smirk.