Joe walked over to the flipped-over car. He bent down and grabbed the bottom of the car with one hand.

Without even letting out so much as a grunt of exertion he flipped over the car with one hand.

John had found it almost unbelievable when he heard that the world record for running around the world was one hour. He found it incomprehensible. How could humans that extraordinary ever be born? And yet, right before John, there stood irrefutable proof of human potential.

Joe was weak the last time I met him. He never beat me in a fight. But now….. Now I can barely believe he's human. There's no way the system made him that strong in the three weeks that it's been active. The world's crazy.

One of the soldiers got out of the car. He had frazzled hair and two large lumps on his head. Needless to say. He was frowning heavily.

They began to engage in hushed conversation.

John stood up.

Standing right where she was a few moments before was the woman with a shy look and very curly hair.

Her head was bowed and her eyes were glassy. It was like she was checked out from the world.

"What's your name?"

The woman's head shot back up. She looked at John with eyes that seemed to dance with insight.

"Sorry, what was that."

This girl is ditzy.

"What's your name?" John asked.

"It's Samantha. Samantha Stone." She said

[Stone]

That was Joe's last name.

"Are you Joe's sister?" John asked

A small smile appeared on her face.

"No, actually I'm her step-sister."

Her smile grew wider.

"CHUUU!"

She snorted from suppressed laughter. It made her sound like a pig.

John's brows furrowed and his eyes squinted as his lips curled back in confusion.

"Why is that so funny?"

Without even a single bit of more prompting Samantha launched into an explanation.

"So. You know how if you marry someone they're father becomes your father-in-law."

John nodded.

"Yes, I am aware."

"So. Then logically the daughter of your father-in-law would be your sister-in-law. Right?"

John nodded

"Yes. I'm following. What's your point."

"Therefore a wife is a step-sister."

Let's just take a moment to digest that….

A wife is a step-sister.

WHAT!

"I don't know what kind of websites you visit. But I don't think that's true."

Samantha sighed.

"You weren't following at all. Do you want me to explain again?"

John raised his hands into the air in surrender.

"NO! I get what you mean! I get what you mean! That was just too good a response to pass up!"

Samantha nodded.

"Okay. Good."

"HE KILLED MY BOSS! I'M NOT GOING TO DRIVE HIM TO THE TRANING CAMP!"

A soldier yelled in Joe's face.

Joe looked at the soldier with a calm expression.

"YOU ARE REALLY FUCKING ANNOYING!"

He pulled a piece of paper from the blank book he had been carrying with him and ate it.

For a moment his eyes went glassy and he stared off into the distance.

Then his expression snapped back to focus.

"YOU WILL DRIVE HIM OR I WILL KILL YOU! YOU FATASS REATARD!"

The solider was relativly skinny.

"Sorry. He gets like this sometimes. I'll go deal with him." Said Samantha.

John smiled.

"Go ahead. I went to college with him."

I definitely knew him all the time I went to college. I swear.

"I know how you feel."

John shooed Samantha away.

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In an instant, she vanished.

She appeared at Joe's side. She put her hands on his shoulder and whispered into his ear. He visibly calmed.

"We'll take him," Joe said to the soldier.

The soldier visibly calmed.

In the next instant, Samantha and Joe flashed back to John in unison.

"You always buckle in the face of ice cream." Said Samantha.

"Buckle in the face of ice cream?!?!?!?!?!?! WOMAN! Why do you use such fancy words for everything!"

Samantha pouted.

"Because you buckle!"

As John watched them banter he couldn't help but think.

I wish I could be like Joe. Instead of...… Me.

"You want us to take you to the training camp now?" Asked Joe

John nodded.

"Sure."

Joe flashed towards John and threw him over his shoulder.

"Samantha. Grab his dragons."

"Gladly."

Samantha beckoned for all the dragons to come to her.

They seemed to understand enough of what was going on to fly into her arms.

CRACK!

Next thing John knew space was flying by him so fast that all shapes had blended away into a blur of colours.

"Wow. This is trippy." Said John

"Yeah. Only with the recent initialization of the system was stuff like this even possible. Usually, people who could survive moving at these speeds were already trained enough to run that fast. But now we can make special shields to protect the weak scrubs from damage. It's really convenient. Annnnnnnnd we're here."

Joe threw John onto a pure dirt field.

John skidded along the ground, but his bulk stopped him quite quickly.

"Okay, I've got more work to do! One of the staff should be here to administer the first test shortly! BYE!"

Next thing John knew Joe and Samantha were gone.

He was left alone. Sitting on the dusty ground with three small dragons.

Well this is great.

.....

The dragons spent a few minutes staring off into the distance. The ride seemed to have brought them into a fugue state.

Then the green dragon jumped on top of the red dragon and placed a light bite on his neck.

"YIP!"

The red dragon yipped turned its head and did the same to the green dragon.

The blue dragon barreled in and broke their duel.

John watched this with a smile on his face.

I really need to come up with a name for these guys. Why not right now? I've got some free time.

John Looked up at the sky. Ideas running through his mind.

What If I assign them names and then forget what their name is? How do I prevent that?

John spent a moment to ponder that problem.

OH I KNOW! I'll name them after what they do.

John knew that the blue one had ice breath. He had seen it while they were chasing him. He also knew that the red one had fire breath and the green one had healing breath.

From there the names were almost obvious.

"Guys! Come here."

The small dragons toddled towards John.

"I have names for you three."

First John turned and looked towards the blue one.

"Your name's going to be Refrigerator. Because you refrigerate my food."

Next, he turned to the red dragon.

"Your name's going to be Stove. Because you cook my food."

Finally, he turned to the green dragon.

"Your name's going to be band-aid. Because you heal my wounds."

The dragons didn't unleash any fire or attacks in response.

So John assumed they were happy with his names. John couldn't help but smile proudly at himself a bit.

I really have a great naming sense.