Guardian

It looked like rain in the city. The sky above the glass and steel towers threatened a downpour any second, but my concern lied more with the limo coming from up the street. Around me were menacing looking men in black suits. The ties varied, but shades and earpieces were all common. I was dressed likewise, with a red tie, right down to the earpiece. Reaching to my belt, I felt a small leather sheath. It's always good to have a friend.
As the limo pulled up, one of the suits went over to open the door, the rest looking around for any threats. I didn't see anything untoward as a man in a light gray suit stepped out, taking the arm of a conservatively dressed blonde. She seemed only a few years younger than him, and there was definitely an affection between them going by their smiles. Two of my group walked with them inside.
I was a little surprised when a child came out of the limo, a young boy no older than five dressed in a suit that matched the older gentleman with a lighter shirt and striped tie. He looked around nervously, but nobody stepped forward to help him, or lead him inside.
After a moment, he was joined by an sandy haired man in a navy suit. He walked up to the child, patted him on the head, and knelt down in front of him. Something about him felt off. As amicable as his smile was, it seemed just a little too stiff, and there was a mischief in his eyes that was even more apparent when he reached into his pocket and handed something to the boy. That done, he got up again and walked through the line of suits once more.
When I looked back to the boy, he was cradling something in the palm of his hand. It was a small, worm-like creature with chalky white skin and a dozen legs wriggling with pincers taking up the front of it's head.
"Save the prince!"
I had no idea why I just yelled that, but I was by the kid's side in a dash and had snatched the thing away from him. I felt a sharp pinch on my finger and looked on as it wriggled it's way under the skin. As I felt it crawling up under my flesh, I took my knife from it's sheath, snapping it open and slicing a slit in my finger. I could see it thrashing about, and using the blade, I flicked it out along with a slice of skin.
Once on the ground, the creature tried to skitter away only to be stopped by the black shoe of one of the agents standing about. I pulled out a handkerchief from a pocket and wrapped my hand. The child ran to the couple, who had just stepped out from the building, most likely from hearing the commotion. If he's a prince, they must be the king and queen.
I looked around for the guy in the navy suit, but he was nowhere to be found.
It was dark when I woke up. Reaching under my bed, I picked up my ipod and saw that it was only five in the morning. I had only been asleep a few hours.
In my dreams, I'm often a soldier, but only once a cop, that I can remember. This time, I was some kind of secret service agent? I wonder where my sub-conscious dug that up from. There's a lot in this that doesn't make immediate sense, but perhaps it'll come to me later. At the very least, it could make for an interesting story idea.