Time Travel Agency

Chapter 6

September 26, 2032 - Downtown Canterbury, UK

     AGENT JOSIAH Hendera was taking a stroll down the sidewalk. It wasn't his shift, so he decided to take a stroll down the sidewalk. Solar cars passed by on the left side of the road like the usual in most countries. The cars reminded Josiah of the promotion he was expecting in a few weeks. When an agent at Josiah's rank has been in the business about five years, he is granted a time car. Josiah was so close to this threshold he could almost taste it, but he had to wait.

     As he passed by an alley, a man glared at him from the alley, leaning against the wall. The man looked middle-aged, his jacket wrinkled, and his shirt untucked. His pants and shirt were covered in dirt and mud. He looked like he had traveled a great way and done much. As Josiah walked past, the man held up a hand sign that was like that of an old timey phone, and he held it up to his ear. Seconds later, Josiah's phone rang. He pulled it out and saw that it was the CEO, Winston Churchill III.

     "Hello?" Josiah answered the phone. "Hey, Joe," Churchill answered, "Ryan's got a mission for you, so come in when you can." I guess my walk is over, Josiah thought to himself. He turned around and began the walk back to his car.

20 minutes later - TTA HQ

     Josiah arrived at the headquarters and parked in a spot not too far from the main building. He took a walk into the building, and Ryan Flint the receptionist was there to greet him. "'Ello, Agent..." Ryan trailed off as he had blanked on Josiah's name. "Joe?" "Joe! I'm so sorry about that," Ryan laughed off the mild embarrassment, "Room 1108, right?" "Yes," Josiah replied. Ryan grabbed the case file from Josiah's cubby and handed it to him. "Here's the rundown," Ryan said, "A time terrorist sleeper is in a mafia organization, and in 1932, she is woken up and helps the Mafia crime ring in New York City on many crimes and even would make it all the way to the governor office of New York and subsequently the country through the help of World War II. Thankfully, however, you sir, are about to step in, so we won't feel the effects unless you fail."

     SPLAT! SCREAM! Churchill II fell from the top floor where his office was located all the way to the bottom and faded from existence. A nearby janitress screamed in response. Josiah squinted at the top floor and noticed motion at the guardrail. "Go to your warp room, now!" Ryan exclaimed. Josiah began to book it toward the elevator. He ran through the big lobby the headquarters possessed. He reached the elevator and hit the up button. He waited for the elevator which, in a 30-floor building, took quite a bit. The doors opened, and Josiah went in. For the first minute, he just stood and watched the floor number increase by one every few seconds.

     As he rode the elevator, the elevator began to shake, and he began to get dizzy. He almost dropped the file. Then, almost as if nothing happened, it went back to normal. Josiah stopped being dizzy and the "turbulence" in the elevator stopped as well. That's not normal, Josiah thought. Clutching the file under his arm, he carefully made his way down the right-hand side of the building to room 1108. In his confusion, he bumped into a fellow agent who wore a ball cap on the way to his mission. "Sorry, Agent Collin," Josiah said.

     He slotted the file into the slot at the door, and when he walked into his room, it did not have his decorations. He logged the date and time on the computer plugged into the warp pad on the floor pressed against the back wall. As he was stepping onto the pad, an agent Josiah didn't know entered the room. Josiah noticed the agent matched a man in a picture on the wall with the name Agent Spencer. "Who're you?" he asked. Josiah just silently hit the warp button, and he disappeared in a flurry of lightning and thunderclap.

April 21, 1932 - New York City, New York

     ZAP! BOOM! CRASH! Josiah had warped in on the railing of the sixth story balcony of a condo in downtown New York City. He lost his balance on the railing, slipped off, and crashed through the wood and cloth awning that sat at the bottom. He smacked into the concrete floor like a ketchup packet crushed under a person's foot. REWIND...