[ WP ] While spending time with a friend , you notice that they are wearing body armor beneath their clothes .

Everybody and their mother is out today. Im downtown and sitting on the outside patio of a coffee shop drinking a mocha. They have one of those outdoor TVs with its volume played WAY too loud. The news is on, naturally, so nothing worth watching. 
 
 I really like sweet drinks. I get teased a lot for it, but I really do n't mind. As far as I can tell I enjoy life much more than anybody who gives me shit about it. I check my watch and see that it's 3:15. Kyle told me he'd be here at 3:10, right after we got out of school, but he's late again, like always. Bastard. 
 
 But, he's my best friend, and like always, we're working on a project together. We always meet up here to do work, and then we usually walk over to the library. I'm much more academic than he is. He's into his sports, and computer games, and I'm into my math and chemistry. But he's still smart. A better lab partner than most the other kids at my school. 
 
 Oddly enough, he was n't even at school today. Said he `` was n't feeling it'', but he still wanted to meet up afterwards to give me the flash drive with his half of our report on it. I told him he could just email it to me, but he insisted. He probably but some sort of porn file on the drive just to mess with me. That was his kind of humor. Or a computer virus. He's good with programming. Its the one kind-of academic thing he excels in. 
 
 I finally see him at 3:20. He walks up, his blonde spiky hair all up in a mess like it usually is. He's tall and muscular, but still slim. He plays lacrosse and he swims, so he's almost constantly in shape. He's also smiling like the fucking nutcase he is. He slams down into the seat next to me, lifting his computer bag over his shoulder and setting it down on the table. He's wearing a large red flannel that's about two sizes too big for him and when he sits down I can see he's covered in a thick veil of sweat. 
 
 `` The hell happened to you?'' I ask. 
 
 `` Why you always got ta be all up in my life?'' he replies, pulling out his computer and flipping it open, still smiling. 
 
 `` Because i'm your best friend asshole.'' He laughs, still looking at his computer. He produces a heavy-duty flash drive from his pocket, one of those five terabyte solid platinum ones he got for his birthday last year, and plugs it in. He looks up at me and grins as wide as he can. 
 
 `` What?'' I ask. 
 
 What?'' he responds. 
 
 `` You're acting weird.'' 
 
 `` I'm just having a good day.'' 
 
 `` O-o-o-o-kay,'' I say. I change the subject. `` Did you get your half of the project done?'' 
 
 He looks at me and makes a high pitched sound. 
 
 `` E-e-e-e-h, yes and no.'' 
 
 `` You did n't do it.'' 
 
 `` I did n't say that!'' 
 
 `` Good.'' 
 
 He's focused back on his computer. 
 
 `` Okay,'' he says after a moment. `` This is going to take a second to download onto the drive, so I'm going to get something to drink.'' He stands up and slips inside the shop, and I'm alone outside with one old man and the TV again. The news reports blathering on about some big break-in somewhere. It would be exciting if it was n't still the news. After a minute, Kyle comes back. He throws off his flannel and he just has a tank top on under it. 
 
 `` Kyle?'' I ask. 
 
 `` Mm?'' he says, sipping his coffee and still looking intently at his computer. 
 
 `` Did you just get really ripped, or are you wearing another person under that shirt?'' 
 
 His tank top bulgy and mishapen, like he has some very thick clothing on underneath it. Under the straps I can see something darker and thicker. 
 
 `` Is that a vest?'' I ask, astounded. He scratches the back of his head, laughing. 
 
 `` Right, I forgot I had this on.'' 
 
 `` Kyle, is that a *bulletproof vest*?'' He shrugs his shoulders. 
 
 `` Eventful day?'' he tries to play it off. 
 
 `` Dude, where have you been?'' 
 
 `` Done!'' he says, ripping the flash drive from his computer and placing it in my hand. But as he does so, he grips my hand and pulls me towards the center of the table and his face is right in front of mine. 
 
 `` This is my favorite flash drive,'' he says gravely. `` Do. Not. Lose. It.'' And then he lets go and is all smiles again. I grip the drive tightly. I see him type some code into his computer. I'm thoroughly freaking out now. I get up and walk behind him to see what he's doing, and I see that he's typed in some sort of master wipe code. All of his files are moving themselves into his trashcan and deleting themselves over and over and over. He rubs his hands together, and closes the laptop lid. He stands up, smiling at me. 
 
 `` Remember,'' he says. `` Do n't lose it.'' And he dashes out of the courtyard, computer on shoulder and coffee still in hand. I stand there stunned for a moment, the only noise the newscaster still talking about a break-in. 
 
 A break-in of a highly guarded government compound. 
 
 I finally pay attention. 
 
 `` -shocking news as an unknown criminal managed to sneak his way into the government compound that's location is classified, walked past three levels of security, downloaded their entire database onto a high-capacity portable flash drive, and then walked right out. Authorities caught him on his way out and fired shots, but the assailant appears uninjured and at large. Any information regarding-''
