I watched as Logan tried to outdrink Berry Punch. It was a stalemate. Both of them weren't even close to being buzzed. The only difference was that Logan had his Nanosuit. Though, it seemed that Logan was losing.

Then Logan spotted me. "Tran! Come over for a second" Logan said. I really hope it doesn't involve the drinking contest. "Tran, you do have any of your home brewed sake on you?" Logan asked. Of course it just had to involve the drinking contest the two of them are currently in.

Sighing, I rummaged through my backpack for a few seconds before I pulled out a bottle of my 500 proof sake. I rummaged through my backpack again and this time, I pulled out two shot glasses. Smiling, Logan filled the two shot glasses with the sake. Even with his Nanosuit, I knew that he was going to lose. The first time he tried my sake, he basically took a small swig and got drunk. An entire shot? He's dead. Plus, the alcohol he already had in his system is probably going to help put him out.

"Bottoms up" I said while the two of them downed their shots.

Logan finished his shot and placed his shot glass upside down on the table. "That wasn't so bad. See I-" He did not finish that sentence as the table they were drinking on, decided it wanted to hug Logan's face.

"Hah! I won!" Berry Punch said. Then the table decided to hug her face. This is exactly why I have each of these bottles locked up and only for my consumption.

I donned my cane and walked away from two of them and on the second floor and into a bathroom. It was surprisingly quieter up on the second floor.

Wait a minute. I just remembered something. Where's Twilight? She could be anywhere! We left her alone in the human world. She could be anyw- Wait, she's Twilight. I know where she is.

I opened up an interface on my glasses and accessed the school's security mainframe, quickly taking over the school's cameras. I aimed one set of cameras at the school's library and like I thought, she was reading a book. Twilight, you are in an entirely different universe where you are a different creature and you decide to do something that you can do back in your home universe. Of course.

I pulled out Caramel's Smith and Wesson 686 and stared at it. Another .357 magnum revolver. Or in my eyes, something to match my Colt Python. Both had six inch barrels The Smith and Wesson 686 was stainless steel while the Colt Python was blued. No, that doesn't mean it was colored blue like the sky. When a gun is described as being blued, that means the gun has been dyed via a chemical reaction that leaves the gun with a dark blue coat that appears black and gives protection against rust. So basically, the Colt Python and the S&W 686 together is a revolver version of Yin and Yang. Like Yin and Yang, I paired both of them together. Then I placed them in a slot in my inventory.

I looked at the party. I always did hate parties of this scale.

You know, this was never my thing. Anything "bad" as I put it. Sure I was really violent and sadistic but I was actually a good person. Nothing mean, illegal, or immoral. Believe it or not, I was actually a "goody two shoes" as some would put it. Think about everything I've done so far in Equestria. However, if you crossed me any way. Then you will die. I remembered when I was 14 and someone tried to mug me with a gun when I was taking a midnight walk. Can anyone guess what happened? I disarmed him of his gun (P22) and beat him half to death with it. To embarrass him, I took his money and broke down the gun before smashing (it would have been illegal if I took it because the serials were scratched out) the frame with a large rock I found nearby.

A message popped up on my glasses.

Tran, I need you to get me my messenger bag. It's on the first story under the table with the pizza. I'm on the second story in the bedroom on the right of the restroom with only a shower.

~Logan

Why would Logan need his messenger bag? I moved downstairs and quickly retrieved his bag. I went back upstairs and to the room Logan described. Upon entering the room, I got the view of Logan smoking a cigar and he was lying next to Berry Punch. Both of them were covered with a blanket and both of them looked contented. "Chua dac ui (Oh my god [Vietnamese])." I quickly covered my eyes.

"Hi Tran. Did you grab my messenger bag?" Logan said. I threw it to him. "Hey, why are you covering your eyes? Want to join?"

I did not need to hear that. Instead of answering him, I kept my right hand covering my eyes and pulled out my left handed FN Five Seven and held it in my left hand before I fired a round from where I remembered where he was lying and specifically where his head was. A loud OW came from him and notified me that I didn't miss.

I quickly backed out of the room and jumped out of the nearest window expertly landing on my feet.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" I looked behind me and saw someone just sitting on a chair on Rainbow Dash's porch just a few yards away. What caught my eye was that she was cross eyed.

"I'm fine" I replied.

"Are you sure? You just fell out of a two story building" she said, now standing. She looked at me up and down a few times before he realized who I was. "Aren't you that crazy, blind, Vietnamese transfer student? I thought you didn't speak English."

"I speak English and yes, I'm him. Now may I ask who you are?" I said. "Or can I just call you Derpy?"

"How did you know my name?!?" she asked, now amazed.

"Simple, I know everything" I replied.

"Really, how did you know?" she asked.

"I just know, trust me" I replied smirking. Then I realized something. "Hey, why are you just sitting here?"

Derpy adopted a sad look. "It's my eyes. Everyone mocks my crossed eyes."

I removed my black tinted glasses and revealed my black zalgo eyes. "You can see. I can't. Plus, before I was blind, I was cross eyed." Instead of saying anything, she just stared at my zalgo eyes as if she was in a trance. "Derpy?" She didn't do anything. I redonned my glasses.

"W-What happened to them?" Derpy asked.

"Just an accident that cost me my eyes. Nothing serious" I replied.

"Wait, is that a gun?!?" Derpy said, finally realizing that I was still holding an FN Five Seven in my left hand.

I paused for a few seconds. "Yes. Didn't you hear what happened earlier? Those four idiots that tried to mug me at the school tried to mug me at this party except this time, they had guns. Of course, they still failed as I disarmed them of their four handguns."

"Then shouldn't you take them to the police?"

"I going to later." I stuck the FN Five Seven in a coat pocket and started walking away. "Bye Derpy!"

"Nice to meet you Tran!" she said back.

Once she was out of sight, I pulled my left handed FN Five Seven and placed it with its twin in my inventory. I opened up an interface that had the internet and pulled up a map of the general region. 'Let's see. The military base is 12.76 miles southwest.'

I looked directly where the military base was, getting a view of a large apartment building. 'Finally, an actual parkour challenge!' I turned the Sparda back in its katana form before I placed it one its correct spot on my back. Then, I ran up to the building and climbed up the side of it, using several balconies to get to the top of the building. Within a matter of minutes, I made it up to the top of the twenty-two story building. 'Eh. It really wasn't much of a challenge.' From the top of the apartment building, I got a full view of the military base. It rivaled that of Luke Air Force except there were a more diverse range of aircraft. In fact, I could see a few helicopters landing and a few jets flying by. I need to get me one of those.

I jumped down from the apartment building and quickly turned myself into my alicorn form before I could hit the ground. I opened up my wings and flapped, decelerating my fall completely. Then I started moving towards the base. To avoid getting caught, I casted an invisibility spell on myself before I got within range of the base. A few minutes passed before I was directly above the base, watching Air Force personnel move around. Smiling, I landed behind a building, trying my best to not make any noise.

I went back to my human form and pulled out Andy's electric mythril staff out of my backpack. 'Let's hope he's not going to miss this.'

Meanwhile in Equestria

"Where did I put that stupid staff?" Andy asked. He was currently in his sort of pocket universe home in a cardboard box. "That's right! I left it with my pastries!" He quickly ran to the aforementioned room's door and upon opening the door, an avalanche of post it notes flowed out and buried Andy. "What the hell?!?" He picked up one of the notes and read it.

IOU I took your staff

~Tran

P.S. One of these sticky notes has a shiny penny taped to it

P.S.S. I threw out your pastries to fit these sticky notes in

P.S.S.S. Good luck finding the penny

"Well, there's only one thing to do now. FIND THAT PENNY!!!" Andy said. He began his search.

Back in the Equestria Girls Universe

'Well, if he misses it. He'll be too busy to do anything. Also too stupid to realize that the first sticky note he picked up had the penny taped to it.'

I kept the invisibility spell active as I moved through the military base. Then something impacted me in the back of the head. I turned around and saw a hat on the ground.

"What the hell?" I heard. I turned around and saw a man in military work garb. He slowly approached me. 'Oh no.' I slowly backed away, trying not to make any noise. The man walked up where his cover was and picked it up.

"Hey Smith. What's holding you up?!" I heard someone say.

"When my cover flew off of my head, it hit something and dropped to the ground" the man replied.

"Oh, then you should definitely waste your time investigating something as useless as that instead of directing the pilots where to land."

"Fuck you."

"Yeah, I'm not gay. I heard-"

Instead of listening to the rest of their conversation, I walked away to the nearest aircraft hangar. Upon entering the hanger, I fell into a trance, staring at what lied in the building.

After a few minutes, I broke out of my trance and walked up to the jet. I used my glasses to scan the jet.

If you guys haven't figured it out yet, the plane I found is a Fairchild Republic A-10 C Thunderbolt II. What is an A-10 C Thunderbolt? Well kids, the A-10 C Thunderbolt is a fixed straight wing, twin engine fighter jet that has a wingspan of 57 ft and 6 in and length of 54 ft and 4 in with a height of 14 ft and 8 in. What is its role? Close air support. It’s meant to combat everything from ground troops to TANKS. Not a light tank. I mean a MBT (Main Battle Tank) like the M1a1 Abrams or the Challenger II. This jet's top speed is about 500 miles an hour because of its two engines. How does it take out tanks? Maybe the nose mounted 30mm seven barreled Gatling gun capable of slinging hot lead at 4200 rounds a minute. This cannon is so powerful that when it fires while in flight, the jet slows down and veers off course from the sheer recoil of the gun. That's how powerful. In fact, how the designers and engineers made this jet was that they took a GAU8 Gatling cannon and started building around it. Then there's the hardpoints. The A-10 has several points on the underside of both of its wings that are meant for mounting rockets, missiles, bombs, and or anything else the pilot wants. The A-10 is capable of being mounted with 16000 pounds of extras. Want the short of this aircraft? It’s an anti-life device.

Scan complete. The A-10 C Thunderbolt is in perfect working condition. However, it holds no fuel nor ordnance.

'I can deal with the fuel, but ordnance? Where am I going to find 30mm cannon rounds? Well, I'm going to have to deal with that later' I mentally asked myself. I used my magic to telekinetically lift the jet into the air. Then, I teleported the entire aircraft into my backpack. Almost instantly, I was hit with a wave of nausea. I watched as my invisibility spell falter before I fell into unconsciousness.

-X-X-X-

When I went back into the land of consciousness, I found my hands handcuffed together and several paramedics nearby. I shot up, sitting upright. However, before I did anything, someone pointed a gun into my face.

"Whoa there! Don't want anything happening to you" the man who had the gun said. "Don't think about doing anything. We have your two 1911s, your staff, your sword, and your backpack. You aren't going free especially if you are a random minor trespassing on an Air Force Base."

Smiling, I spat out my gum onto the ground and stood up. "We'll see." In the blink of an eye, I broke my handcuffs before punched him in the face and knocked him out. The other personnel saw this and rushed to subdue me. However, my demon abilities and I decided against that. Within a matter of seconds all of them were knocked unconscious with well-placed punches and kicks. Looking around, I retrieved my backpack, Andy's staff, and everything else they took from me. Then I took out another piece of gum and popped it in my mouth. "That was close." I sat down on the ground out of exhaustion.

I held up my hand and attempt to create a ball of dark magic. I was barely able to do so, showing how bad my magic levels were. Judging from the size and darkness of the ball of dark magic I created and how much it flickered, my magic levels were a little under Twilight's level. That is really bad.

Ugh. I really needed to replenish my magic levels. That's why I went unconscious from teleporting the A-10 C. Extreme magical exhaustion. My magic levels, unlike my friends or normal unicorns and alicorns, were unable to regenerate as I was now a Nightmare being. I remember saying before that my magic levels depend on how much evil I collect in whatever universe I'm in at the time. This universe didn't have that much evil. Not nearly as much as my original universe. I'm going to be stuck without magic for quite a while. Well, without strong magic.  

I stood back up and used my glasses to scan the base. After the scan had finished, I had the location of the plane's munitions.

Scan complete. The munitions for the aircraft is located .92 miles southwest.

An arrow popped up on the lens of my glasses, pointing to where it was supposed to be located at. 'Glasses don't fail me now!'

-X-X-X-

I was inside the building my glasses told me where the ordnance was located at. I got inside by opening a door. Not a locked door but just a regular old door with a knob. Nothing special. Like my glasses stated, there was munitions and lots of it. "This is easy. Too easy."

I used my magic to lift whatever munitions I wanted into my backpack. "Let's see. Sidewinders, Mavericks, Lau's, MK84s, MK77s, Hydra's, Zuni's, CRV7s, Hellfires? Why would I need those? Oh well, I'll take them too. I can probably rig them into micro SAMs." I picked up a 30mm round. It was an anti-tank round with a depleted uranium head. "That's going to leave a mark." I dropped the round into my backpack.

In a matter of minutes, all the munitions present in the room was inside my backpack.

682, 416 pounds and 3 ounces of ordnance collected.

'Damn.' I picked up my backpack redonned it as I made my way out of the building... And into a crowd of military personnel pointing many, many guns at me. They were using everything from the 9mm M9 pistol to the .50 BMG M2 on Humvee.

"This is the US Air Force. Put down you weapons, put your hands on your head, and surrender!" one of them yelled out with a megaphone. That explained why it was that easy to steal all of those munitions. Instead of doing anything I spat my gum out and slowly unsheathed my sword, holding it left handed. "Drop the sword! Surrender now or we will fire upon you with extreme prejudice!" Wow, extreme prejudice.

"Good luck" I said while smiling. I snapped my fingers and transformed into my Devil Trigger form. Being in my Devil Trigger got rid of the magical exhaustion I felt. Upon transforming, the Air Force personnel open fired. Thousands of rounds were sent flying at me in a matter of seconds. However, they found their efforts futile as I deflected each round with the Sparda. Their ammo supplies ran short and they found themselves aiming very fancy, expensive clubs at me. "Nice try." Some of them started to reload while the rest of them started at me slack jawed. I levitated the weapons of the ones that reloaded and threw them off to the side. "If you don't mind, I will be taking my leave." I grabbed one of the M4a1's and an MP7 that was thrown aside. "I'm keeping these."

Therefore, I sheathed my sword and started walking away. "Oh yeah. If you're wondering who I am. I'm a demon working for god. That's why you're still alive. Leave everything as it is and I will not try anything."

-X-X-X-

The minute I had left that base, I teleported back to Rainbow Dash's house. Once I was there, I placed Andy's staff inside my backpack and turned the Sparda into a cane form again before I changed to my normal form.

I walked into the house and noticed how the music wasn't as loud as it previously was. 'Say what?' I looked to where the DJ booth was previously set up at and noticed that Vinyl Scratch wasn't there. 'What? Oh well. Not my problem. ' I pulled out another piece of gum and popped it into my mouth. "Mmmmmmm. Minty." Say what you want. I like gum. You try to take my gum and I will kill you! This is both me and the author speaking! Right author (Yes)? Exactly!

I went back to the first floor of Rainbow Dash's home. "Where could Logan be?" I asked myself. I opened up a search interface on my glasses. "You are in a bathroom? Exactly to my left?" I checked my left and saw a door.

Upon entering, I found Logan... Smoking one of his Cuban cigars laced with pot I gifted him for Hearth's Warming Eve... With Vinyl Scratch. Of course. Why Logan? Why? Just why? Sigh.

I face palmed. "Why Logan?"

Instead of answering me, he said "Hey Tran, do you have any more of that sake?" I face palmed again and started to walk away. "Hey Tran, do you want to join this time?" he asked jokingly.

Okay. I didn't need to hear that either. Walk away Tran. Just walk away.

This time, I teleported out of the house and to the school. Upon re-materializing inside the school at the library, I doubled over from magical exhaustion.

I saw Twilight towards me as she saw me in this condition. "Holy Celestia, are you okay?!?"

"Eeyup, Just some magical exhaustion."

"Magical exhaustion? Tran, how are you suffering from magical exhaustion? You only teleported!" Twilight said.

"My magical levels have been suffering lately. I haven't found a source they can regenerate from" I said.

"What do you mean by regenerate from?" Twilight asked.

"Twilight, my magic is replenished by the evil of people's actions. This universe doesn't have not enough evil for me to regenerate from" I replied.

"Interesting. How does that work? I have so many questions! Is it like-"

"Twilight, stop" I interrupted her. "It's very powerful dark magic. That's all I can tell you." I stood up and sat down in a nearby chair. Magical exhaustion, it felt exactly like normal exhaustion. I always hated exhaustion.

"Tran, I have good news. I know where the crown is. Well sort of" Twilight said.

"Really? Where?" I asked.

"I asked Prince- I mean Principal Celestia and she told me she has it locked up somewhere. She said she's going to give the crown to the princess of something called the Fall Formal" Twilight said. "It’s supposed to be a formal event meant for socializing and at-"

"Twilight, I know what a Fall Formal is" I deadpanned.

"Oh." Twilight said. "But how are we going to get the crown? We can't just steal a princess's crown."

"Twilight, that's your crown they're giving away. Two, they don't give the crown to an actual princess. Every student elects a "princess" or basically whoever they believes is the most popular, nice, or best person. It's most likely going to be Sunset Shimmer with how she runs this school. So the course of action is to either steal the crown from an unknown location or to get you to be chosen as the Fall Formal princess." I paused for a second. "Of course I'm going to steal the crown. There is no way I'm going to have to deal with the social hierarchy of high school."

"Tran, can we please try the first one. It could be a great chance for me to learn a lot about the human world!" Twilight pleaded.

"Alright Twilight. You should remember that we are here to get your crown back. That means you need to be elected the princess."

I stood up from my chair and prepared to teleport again but Twilight stopped me before I did. "Tran, you shouldn't put too much strain on your magic. I know you're powerful and all but you can still be killed. When you do something like this, the others and I worry about you" Twilight said.

"It’s just a little bit of magical exhaustion, Twilight."

"Tran, the last time Celestia was magically exhausted, the sun had to stay in the sky for a week and a half. This caused the temperature to skyrocket, reaching a high of 132 degrees Fahrenheit which resulted in many ponies hospitalized, a majority of Equestria' plant life died leaving many without food, and the government was temporarily shut down because Celestia was too handicapped to govern Equestria."

"You're right Twilight. I should take it easier" I said.

"So I know that- What?" Twilight said.

"You're right. I should take it easier on myself" I repeated. "I'm going to have to if I don't to be crippled by something as petty as magical exhaustion."

I stood back up. "Twilight, you're going to need to gain some fame if you're going to be elected the princess of the Fall Formal. Tomorrow, we're going to need to find something or someone that can help." I remembered the human version of Fluttershy. If there's a human version of Fluttershy, there must be human versions of the other members of the Mane Six. I bet the human Pinkie Pie can help Twilight. "I think I know who might help. Tomorrow, meet me during lunch period." I checked the time. "It’s getting late Twilight. I don't know about you but I'm going into my backpack. I have some projects I have to finish."

"Wait! Tran, do you have any spare beds in your backpack?" Twilight asked.

"Sure." I placed my backpack on the ground and opened it. "Jump in." She did as so. I waited a bit before I jumped in. Upon entry of my backpack universe, I noticed Twilight standing on the artificial beach I built inside of my backpack. "Twilight?" I said.

"This. Is. Incredible!" Twilight said. "How in the world did you get a beach inside here?"

"I built it" I simply replied.

"But how?" Twilight asked again.

"Magic."

"Then how is there a tide?"

"Artificial gravity generator."

"And-" Twilight opened up her mouth to ask something else but found that she didn't have anything else to ask. "Never mind, you pretty much answered everything I had to ask."

"So, shouldn't we get you to that bed you wanted or are we going to stand here all night?" I asked.

Twilight blushed before she sheepishly said "Yes." I grabbed her should and teleported. We then appeared inside of what looked like a large bedroom with a bed that had several blankets, sheets, and two pillows and a nightstand with a lamp. The large bedroom had two windows that gave a view of my artificial beach and a simple door. "Tran! You shouldn't be teleporting! You're going to hurt yourself overusing your magic!"

"Relax Twilight. It was a short range teleportation. It won't tax much of whatever I have in my magic reserves." I gestured over to the bed. "There's your bed. I'll be outside working on a project of mine." I walked over to the door. "Also, the restroom is in a separate building adjacent to this building."

I stepped out and teleported to my where ever I wanted to be, which at the time was where I left the A-10 C. Again, I felt the pangs of magical exhaustion. 'This is getting too irritating.' I looked around me and found that instead of being where I left the A-10 C, I had teleported to inside my workshop. 'Well, not where I intended to go but still of use.' Inside my workshop was like any normal shop where you would get your car modded except mine was the size of a warehouse and was filled with everything that could and would be used for production of well, anything. It also had every material known to man, real, hypothetical, and fictional.

I went up to a nearby cabinet and opened it up before I pulled out a bottle filled with a glowing liquid. "Thank you Zecora." I gulped down the entire thing before coughing a few times. "But why is it so got dang sweet?" I held up my hand and formed another ball of dark energy. This time it was actually of decent size and was able to keep itself stable. Now I have SOME of my magic back.

I teleported away and to where I originally intended, to my new Fairchild Republic A-10 C Thunderbolt II. "Hey, AI Tran" I said.

"Yes?" he responded.

"Would it be possible for you to put the ability to fly jets into my head?" I asked.

"Hypothetically, yes. However, you would need the memory of training to fly jets" my AI answered.

"So I need someone who is able to fly the A-10 Thunderbolt?" I asked back.

"Eeyup" my AI replied.

"So I have to that military base again? The one I stole from and left an impression that I was a demon and that there is a god?"

"Eeyup."

*SIGH*

I teleported out of my backpack and onto the rooftop of the school.  Turning myself into an alicorn again, I flew back to the Air Force base and landed on the roof of a hanger building. I turned myself back into a human before I jumped off of the building before landing on my feet. Almost immediately, I was spotted by someone. "Who the hell are you and what the hell do you think you're doing on military property?!?" I heard a voice yell at me. I turned to face whoever yelled at me and saw a man in an MP uniform with an M9 in hand. Upon sight of me, he nearly stumbled back and nearly fell over. "Y-y-you're that demon from hell." He holstered his M9 and did the sign of the cross.

"Religious, aren't yah?" I took out a piece of gum and popped it into my mouth. "Good. That means you have something to live for. Maybe to die for too." The MP still looked deathly afraid of me as I talked. "Don't worry. I'm working for God. I'm not going to be harming the innocent. Only the evil is what I target."

"What evil?" he asked.

"Nothing you need to worry about" I replied. "However, I need some help."

"What is it? I can help you with it" he said back.

"Lately, I've been fighting with just my katana, as you saw earlier, for melee encounters and throwing knives for ranged encounters. However, my enemies enjoy using devices similar to those firearms you're personnel use so I've been trying to combat my enemies with a more modern approach. So far, I've gathered a few pistols and that A-10 jet. The only problem is that I don't know how to fly a jet. I need a pilot capable of flying an A-10 C Thunderbolt so I may learn from him."

"Wait, you want to learn how to fly a jet?!? That'll take years! You can't just borrow a US pilot like that" the MP exclaimed.

"Don't worry. I won't need him for a year. I can simply copy the ability to fly from his mind to mine." He stared at me for a few seconds with a questioning expression. "Magic." He continued staring at me with the same expression. "Earlier, you saw that I blocked several hundred rounds of ammunition ranging from nine millimeter pistol rounds to fifty caliber rifle rounds and yet you don't believe that I can't use magic. That is rather... Ridikulus."

"I still don't believe in the magicy shit but I'll still get you that pilot." With that, he left.

-X-X-X-

About an hour later, same MP returned, except this time, he was followed by twelve other MPs, several officers (I could tell by their uniforms), and a MAJOR GENERAL!?!?!?!

Almost immediately, all of the MPs pulled out pistols and pointed them at me. "Again? Really?" I said. Sighing, I reached for my sword, prompting one of them to chamber a round in their pistol.

"Don't even think about it. Make one more move and a bullet goes through your head."

"That didn't work the first time. What makes you think it'll work this time?" I asked. "I can draw a sword hundreds of times faster than the reaction time of a human being." I took a glance at the specific models of their pistols. "In fact..." Their pistols fell out of their hands and onto the ground, taken apart. "And now the lot of you are unarmed and I am still armed." To make this point across, I unsheathed my sword and pointed it at the general's head. "But, I'm not here to kill anyone. I'm guessing you know why I'm here."

"Yes. You asked for an A 10 pilot" the general said. "Might I ask how are you going to make a copy of his memories?"

"Magic" I replied.

"Somehow, I knew you were going to say that" the general said. "Smith here told us that you were going to use magic but I didn't believe him. When he told us it was the same person that stole an A 10 earlier. I had to see this myself."

"And might I ask why?" I asked.

"If you are actually working for God, I just want to ask you for some help" he replied.

"Help with what?"

"Back in the old days, I served as a helicopter pilot. For me, the old days was during the Vietnam War. One day I was shot down. The squad I was transporting and I were then attacked by the same squad of VC that shot us down. I was the only one to survive it. In that encounter, I was shot three times and took some shrapnel from a grenade. This day today, nearly forty years later, I still have a bullet lodged in my back along with some shrapnel. Fucking hate those Vietnamese gooks."

"So you want me to undo the damage that you sustained from the Vietnam War?" I asked.

"Yes" he replied.

"Now before I do something like that, do you want to know my name?" I asked.

"Yes?"

"Tran" I said smiling.

He started laughing. "So you're telling me, that I just insulted the race of the guy that can kill me without any repercussions?" He continued laughing. "You don't spend a few tours piloting in 'Nam without learning the names of the locals."

"So you wanted me to help you with those injuries you sustained from your service? I can do that." I snapped my fingers and the general's eyes widened. "You may have insulted my race but I respect people who will fight for their country or serve in the military."

"I haven't felt this way in years!" the general said.

"Now about that A 10 pilot?" I said.

"Of course!" The general turned around and faced one of the officers behind him. "Wilkes, front and center!" One of the officers behind him marched up to me. "This man has flown anything with wings in the Gulf War, Operation Iraqi Freedom, Operation Odyssey Dawn, and now he's one of our flight instructors. He's one of our best A 10 pilots."

I looked at him for a few seconds. Then I snapped my fingers. "It’s done."

Everyone just stared at me. "That's it?" the general said. I looked through my mind and found the skill and knowledge for flying not only an A 10 but also helicopters, other jets, planes, and other aircraft.

"Eeyup." I snapped my fingers and a cloud of smoke appeared.

-X-X-X-

I stood on the roof top of a large sky scraper. It was still night time. Pulling up the hood on my robe, I jumped off of the building and landed on my feet twenty stories down. I opened up an interface on my glasses. "Oi. AI Tran, can you scan the city and see if there are anything of interest?"

A few seconds passed before I got a response. "There is an underground gambling zone in the basement of the small pawn shop to you right. Surveillance suggests that the password is "my 1911 is missing a recoil rod" and that you must say it to the clerk with the name of Steve."

I started to walk towards the aforementioned building but was stopped by the sounds of a beating. I moved towards where the sounds came from, going into an alley and saw three men beating someone lying on the ground.

"STOP! I'll get you your money back! I promise" the man getting beaten said.

"You said that two months ago!" one of the thugs said. You know, I may feed on evil but even I would stop this. I pulled out two flashbangs from my inventory and threw it at the lot of them after I pulled the pins. Upon the flashbangs landing near them, the thugs looked at it before they realized what it was.

"OH SHIT!" *BOOM* Upon the detonation, I drew both Yin and Yang before advancing up to them. When they recovered from the disorientation and saw me, they started laughing. "It looks like a kid here wants to play vigilante." Of course they underestimate me. I may be 16 years old but I did enjoy martial arts and firearms.

"What are those? BB guns?" Okay, I admit that Yin and Yang may be sized and all with the seven inch barrels and the compensations but that doesn't make them toys. "This is a real gun" the thug said. With that, he pulled up his shirt and revealed a small pistol tucked in his pants. WHAT KIND OF AN IDIOT TUCKS A GUN IN THEIR PANTS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? ONLY PEOPLE WHO WANTS TO SHOOT THEMSELVES DO THAT!!!

Without a second thought, I fired a round from Yin. It impact the wall behind him and punched through the wall behind him. What made it interesting was that the wall behind him was made of bricks. Upon realizing that I had actual pistols, all three of them drew out their own pistols. They pulled the triggers to their pistols but were only met with clicks that signified the need for reloading. What they didn't know was that I had the magazines to their pistols in my robe's pocket.

Smiling, I said "Drop em and I might let you live." All three of them threw their pistols to my feet and the three of them ran off. I holstered Yin and Yang before I walked up to the man on the ground. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Please, call an ambulance" he pleaded. Instead of doing so, I took out a medpack from my backpack and started applying it to his body. Within a matter of seconds, he stood up. "That's amazing! What is that?" he said while pointing to the empty medpack that once held healing gel.

"Just a little something I have on hand. What was that about?" I asked. "Tell the truth. I can tell if you're lying."

"I borrowed some money to pay off my gambling dept" he said. My glasses notified me that he was lying.

"What's the real truth?" I asked.

"I'm telling the truth!" I took off my black tinted glasses and glared at him with my zalgo eyes. "I owe a lot of money to that guy that showed you his gun. I tried making some money at this gambl-"

"I know. The underground casino under the pawn shop."

"Right. There. I tried gambling there to pay for my son’s medical bills."

I looked to the three pistols on the ground. "How much do you need and how much do you owe those guys?" I asked.

"Eighty thousand bits for my son’s treatment and fifteen thousand to those guys. Why?" he swiftly replied.

I walked over to where the thugs threw their pistols and picked up all three. One was a Ruger LC9, an American compact 9mm handgun with a 7 round magazine. The second was a Jericho 941, an Israeli 9mm pistol with a 15 round magazine. The last was a Kimber Gold Combat II, a high end clone of the 1911. I placed all three pistols in my backpack. "I have an idea to help you with that." I redonned my black tinted glasses.

Five Minutes Later

Twenty-three men were pointing various pistols and submachine guns at me while I had both Yin and Yang out. Long story short, using magic to improve my "luck" wasn't a good idea. "Give us the money you made and no one gets hurt here" one of them said.

I had one hundred and seventeen thousand bits for winnings. "No can do" I said.

"Then we'll just kill you then take that money."

Bad idea. I spat out my gum and smiled. "Good luck." One of the thugs started firing at me with a submachine gun. I easily dodged each round. Once he ran out of ammunition, I stood there just smiling at him. That was until I started firing. Every bullet I fired was aimed at their limbs. Within a matter of seconds due to Yin and Yang's firing speed, all of them found themselves to be missing limbs because of the sheer power of Yin and Yang's demon charged rounds. "I did say good luck."

While they all screamed in pain from their amputations, I picked up one of their dropped submachine guns, an MP5K. The MP5K is just a shortened form of the MP5. The K stood for Kurz which was German for short. I placed it in my backpack before I grabbed my winnings and placed them in a duffle bag. Using my glasses, I called 911 and notified them of my current location.

-X-X-X-

I walked up to the guy that need money. "Here, that should be enough." I threw him the duffle bag of gold bits. "You also don't need to worry about the money you owe to that guy." Upon catching it, he nearly fell over from the weight of all of the gold bits I had stuffed into it. When he looked into it, he nearly fainted. He turned to face me and opened his mouth but before he said anything, I had already scaled up the side of the building and left the area.

-X-X-X-

I sat on the roof of the school. I looked through my backpack for a piece of gum and found out that I was out. "You have got to be kidding me."