My parents are getting married again. Not that they were ever divorced. Just that they wanted another wedding event and reception. So things are being organized, and everything is in chaos. And visitors are pouring in from every corner of the globe. They are celebrities, maybe? All I know is that our tiny hometown is overrun by visitors who have appeared for what has been termed and capitalized as The Wedding.
Among these visitors is an evil element. Saboteurs, terrorists who want The Wedding to fail. Who want to cause death and destruction on the participants and their visitors. We find this out by anonymous tips. And we set out to protect the lives and futures of all these dear people.
I am underground, chasing the fleet-footed terrorists in abandoned subway tunnels. I shrink into the shadows to become practially invisible. Like a ninja. And I chase them surreptitiously — hoping they will lead me to their leader. Or at least give me some clue how they intend to attack. My nerves are frizzling with energy. My hearbeat is in my throat. I am chasing evil men. And I am on the side of the right. Go, me!
