Once while I was flying over the desert on a search for five crystals the plane was shot down. We were going to crash.

BOOM! After regaining consciousness I looked around the plane I was was the only one alive. Then I saw something amazing the crystals there were in a broken glove box. To them put them in my bag and saw oil streaming towards the fire the plane was going to blow up I had to get off of it I ran as fast as I could And barely got off as it exploded.

I flew I I remember hitting the ground then everything going black. I woke up in a hospital. "Wait my crystals", I screamed! 

"Don't worry I put them with the rest of your stuff"the doctor said calmly. 

Well I guess it"s another job well done.

Authors notes:

Again the author if you can't tell is Ziggy this time.If you haven't noticed I've said another job well done At the end of the stories It is now my catchphrase.