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I was sunk into my own thoughts. You would think my mind would be focused on the friggin mission, but all I could think about was her. Her body floods my mind with longing and desire, but then my imagination teases me with just a flash of her smile, and I picture her laugh, I would go through hell just to hold her close to me again, knowing how long this mission will feel for me, I have this shitty feeling where my heart may or may not be.

Emotional and slightly aroused from the mental images of Renae, as tears stream down my cheek, making me look like a little bitch, I literally shake my head. I picture throwing my thoughts into a box and tossing them to the left...to the left, to the left, everything you own in a box to the left... wait wtf. Stupid brain. I scan the room, I think to myself; what the fuck are we waiting for, Im so bored, Id rather watch twilight with my wife, at least then I can make fun of the sparkly vampires. I wish we were allowed phones in these tOp SeCrEt MeEtInGs...

After what felt like an eternity Commander Bewique stepped up to the shitty little podium that looks like a beaver would reject it. Once he had more thoroughly cleared his throat than anyone else ever, *Good evening* said the commander in the most boring monotone voice I have ever heard. *Tonight you will do what was once thought impossible; you will travel through time.*

Apparently Captain Veegahn was a bit nervous because he passed the fuck out right there in the briefing, what a pussy. I chuckled to myself, with immense dread in my gut. After turning on a holographic slideshow that looks like a sixth grader made it; on screen were pictures of two men. *Two time criminals have travelled back in time to the March 2nd, 1872. They have obtained historical documents indicating the locations of every gold mine in the world, they intend to mine it and return it to the present. What these two morons failed to ascertain was that by doing so, they would change the history of the world in the most DAMAGING ways possible. Your mission, is to travel back to March 1st, 1872 and then ambush, capture or kill them, before they get their hands on one ounce of gold. I will take your questions now.*

*Sir* requested Captain Brownnoser, I mean Bronson, the commander gave a nod. *Do you really think it is necessary to have thirty, I mean twenty-nine agents on this mission* *We are not taking any chances with this one, this is the most important mission I have ever been apart of in my thirty-seven year career. There WILL be thirty agents on this mission, I will go with you* That sentence made everyone in the room suddenly look nervous, you cant even blame them, that guy is old as fuck. I wish we could skip to the details already. *As our current capability for time travel is limited to five people at once, we will be going in teams of six, each team will have a Core unit* If Commander Grandpa coming with didnt shock everyone, the fact that each team is getting its own core unit sure did, those things are so fricken expensive, I always feel like I should wash my hands before touching those things.

*Teams one, two and three will wear standard unit apparel, you will be running support for this mission, cloaks engaged at all times. Teams four through six will be dressed in time appropriate apparel and gear, only your AI implants will be allowed during this mission, no other moden tech.* Ohhhh fuuuuuck, that is going to suck so much ass. Weapons from the 2000s are shitty enough, but the 1800s, yikes bro. I could really go for some THC and take out right now, ohhh fuck theres no takeout of weed in the 1800s, I am so fucked. *DILLON!* *What* I look around like a fucking moron, *Oh sorry sir* *Pay attention!* *Yes sir, will do sir!*

The Commander talked for another fourty minutes, I vaguely caught some words here are there, just enough to let me know the neatly typed up briefing that doesnt require a boring ass meeting; was what he was reading verbatim without any extra information. I tried paying attention but its hard when the person speaking has less emotion in their voice than a fucking robot.

Im not sure why we were rushing, the commander wanted us to go as soon as humanly possible, but we will still get there at the same time no matter how long we wait to leave so...*You ship out in one hour* What does he mean ship out, we dont even need to leave the building, fuckin moron.

We were all standing in the machine, waiting to get launched through time with the force of three Super-mans. As my pod door began to close I noticed someone odd, something was off about his uniform, *Its the time criminal!* I shouted as loud as I could while pointing at him, but the pod door was closed, one of the lab technicians turned to see what I pointed at, and began shouting and pointing, the guards in the room started all noticed him at this point and began to approach with their guns on their sidearms, he shouted something I couldnt make out, just as my pod began to whir into action, there was a bright light that hit me like a flash-bang grenade, just as the explosion began to follow the light I was launched into the time stream, I usually love this part, but this time I just felt trapped on a ride I didnt want to be on. All those people, dead, all the technology to bring me back, gone. The commander will know what to do, stop being a pussy John, you have a mission to complete.

My pod hit the ground far less gracefully than ever before, the bomb must have affected the velocity of the time launch, fuck. I nervously start to look around for signs of my time, or hell where are the crew. I realize I have an AI in my head. Fuckin brain. *Alfonze, please wake up* I felt the ice cool sensation of the heatsink my head working to keep the temperature of the AI low enough to not fry my brain, what a fun people we are. Alfonze can not be active during a time launch, or it would fry his system, and mine. *Good morning Captain Dillon* *Good morning, could you please tell me what year I am in* *Of course Captin, scanning...there does not appear to be any electrical signatures, would you like me to launch probes* *No can do Alf* I said distractedly scanning my surroundings for hints of danger *Perhaps if we sought higher ground I could perform a scan through your retinal cameras* *Sounds like a plan, but I need look for the crew* *A scan from high ground would have a side affect of scanning the area for clues* After thinking for a moment, mostly about Renae, I said *Fine, lets get going* I grab my double barrel shotgun, strap on my unlimited shotgun shell bag, well its only technically unlimited, you have to feed it aggregates and biomass for it to generate ammunition.

After marching through dark woods for an hour, I got to the base of a small mountain, it took another hour to reach a decent scanning height *Thats high enough Captain* *Oh nice, I needed a break* *You may sit, but please aim your retina at the valley below and the sky above* *No problem Alf* After a brief scan and some calcuations, Alfonze reported; *It appears we have landed six hundred years earlier than planned, we are in the year one thousand, two hundred, seventy two.*

*Aw Faaaack!* Like and send cat pics for part two. Apologies for the weird format, my keyboard is stuck on canadian french and when i do question marks or apostrophies it looks like this É.

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