"So tell me, why would a policeman like yourself be knocking at my door at this time in the morning?" Baines asked Chapman as he showed him through to the living room and towards a sofa.

"I did try and speak to you up in Clyde but you weren't willing to listen" Chapman said as he sat down.

"I've got very good reasons for doing that, and you being MOD Police should know better" Baines replied, waving a finger at him as to add emphasis to his point.

"Yes sir I admit that wasn't perhaps the wisest way to do it"

"Well you're here now, you might as well take a seat and tell me what it's all about. Would you care for a cuppa?"

"I don't see why not"

Baines went to the kitchen while Chapman sat down and from the inside pocket of his coat jacket he pulled out a white envelope. He sat there looking at the envelope as though it had sentimental value.

Baines re-entered the living and put the two mugs on the coffee table.

"So what is it about Michael you wish to discuss?" Baines asked, seating opposite.

"I'm right to believe his whereabouts are unknown?"

Baines nodded.

"I know where he is"

Baines leaned forward in his chair, it sounded to good to be true that a complete stranger should know this, but the chance of finding out was too great to dismiss. His face only showed distrust.

"I'm not sure how to explain it, and I'd doubt you would believe me anyway. If I were in your position I certainly wouldn't. So because of that it's best I give you this" He said as he past over the envelope.

Baines stared at it with suspicion, for a few moments. It looked old, the paper of the envelope had browned and stain marks were clearly obvious. There were no postmarks, no address all it said was FAO: Colin Baines. Nothing more.

Michael sat in front of a table, his hands cuff resting on it. The room was dark, a mirror to his right, the walls covered with blue coloured sound proofing and an alarm strip went the whole way round, a plain wooden door on the far corner. A single light shone from the ceiling. An interview room.

The door opened, light form the corridor streamed in along with the sound of the custody area of the police station. The man from the ministry stepped in, alone. He sat in a chair on the other side of the table then methodically and precisely laid out a pen, notebook, cigarette packet and lighter on the table.

He clicked the record button on the tape machine. Two seconds of a continuous beep sounded before the man spoke. "I'm Detective Sargent Chapman from the Special Investigations department in the Ministry Of Defence Police. For the tape please state your name"

"Michael Rickers"

"I understand you declined to have a solicitor present. Why might I ask?"

"Because a solicitor would not know how to best advise me"

"You know what the Special Investigations Department is?"

Michael snickered "Yeah, you're just Special Branch wanna be's. And your not even a red cap, just a civi"

"I was called because a person fitting your description was enquiring about a sensitive matter in the countries defence program"

"SA80. Know all about it. Small Arms nineteen eighty. Make all small weapons similar in design. Cheaper to make, easier to train soldiers with, blah blah blah"

"You seem to know to a lot about it then. But your name doesn't exist anywhere. So that leaves me with a puzzling question, if you are not in the military, how do you know about it"

"Isn't that your job to figure it out? Would be a waste of the taxpayers money if I just told you everything now would it?"

"I don't know what game you think you are playing here, lets not forget you've committed armed robbery, seriously assaulted a group of people and fired at police officers as well as a list of driving offences. Tell me about how you know about SA80 and I'll see if I can get a few charges dropped, because the local bobbies here will want to charge you for the lot"

"Ah the first move, the carrot. Spill quickly and reap the reward. I'm not taking it. Though I think I'll play my first move. I will tell you how I first came about SA80. First gun I ever fired was the L98 Cadet rifle"

"What's that, never heard of it"

"Well of course you wouldn't, and this it where things get interesting for you. It hasn't been designed yet"

Chapman paused for a moment "Right, ok. So you happen to know about a weapon that doesn't exist yet and your not even in the military. I checked with other departments about whether they have anyone out and about round here, they say they haven't. Your not a spook, you don't look or act like one. You not currently serving, so I'd ask how would you know about it then?"

"You taken a look at my property?"

"Glad you mentioned that, because that's something I wanted to go over as well. I see you have what appears to be a driving licence. But it's not a valid one that for sure but also I couldn't help see the date of birth" He checked his notebook.

"20th April 1992. Now tell me why does this supposed licence suggest you were born in the future?"

"No comment"

"Also the address given. It doesn't exist, not the street, the area, even the postcode doesn't exist. Care to explain that too?"

"No comment"

Baines read a letter contained in the envelope. His face was of disbelief. He read it over another time making sure he wasn't going crazy.

"Is this some kind of sick jo-" He stopped speaking mid sentence as he saw a word in the letter that made him rethink. The word was Megatron.

"It's the real deal, sir. It's a lot to swallow I know, however I was given another letter. I don't know what it says but I was given instruction to give it to you after the first" Chapman pulled out the second envelope, again stained and old with the same written on it FAO: Colin Baines but with an added 2 written in the bottom right corner.

Baines opened it up and read the folded letter. He skimmed over it. He nodded to himself understanding what was written.

"So tell me about your friend" Chapman asked.

"He's not my friend" Michael said.

"Not surprising really, seeing how you were about to shoot him dead"

"We... came to a disagreement"

"Must be a hell of a disagreement to come to something like that. I've already conducted an interview with him. Very cagey man he is. He wouldn't even confirm his real name, he just called himself... Megatron?" He looked at his notebook to confirm that.

"That's right, Megatron he said. Clearly some kind of nickname, however for the record I do need a bit more than, Megatron. What's his name, his real name?"

Michael merely shrugged.

"For the tape"

"Sorry, can't help"

"Do you even know it?"

"Not a clue"

"Do you know why he has that nickname"

"Can't say I do, sorry"

"How did you meet?"

Michael paused, thinking how best to answer.

"Let's just say, fate has something to do with it"

"Care to elaborate?"

Michael rubbed his chin in thought, tried to think how to explain it in a way that was believable but come up short.

"No comment"

"Ok, so what's his background. Where's he from and what does he do?"

"Not sure how best to say. Mercenary? Revolutionist? Likes getting in a fight. I don't know where's he's from, we've never been pally. We're working together only because we have to, not because we want to"

Chapman paused for a moment then without saying a word he clicked the stop button on the tape machine. Michael leaned back in his chair with a sense of self confidence and suspicion.

"If you think you can beat the answers out of me, I'd advise you don't do that unless you want to see the inside of an ambulance"

"Of course not. I'm not foolish. Now it's just between you and me. Who are you really?"

Baines continued to sit as Chapman explained his story.

"It was only then when he finally decided to answer. And as crazy as it sounded, he seemed so genuine and considering the facts available, it in some weird way seem to fit"

By now both Chapman and Michael were talking more friendly and were having a smoke from the pack of cigarettes Chapman laid on the table.

"So your from the future. Ok, lets try and prove it"

"How do you suppose I do that? I can't exactly travel back and fore. I'm stuck here"

Chapman leaned back in thought, he got up and left the room. Michael didn't move the entire time. He remained in his seat, nice and still. A few minutes later Chapman re-entered, the room. He sat back down.

"So I told him what I planned on doing and he seemed ok with it, so we carried on" Chapman explained to Baines.

Baines nodded his head in understanding.

With the notebook and pen and the ready Chapman asked more questions.

"Who will the next Prime Minister be?"

"John Major, after him it will be Tony Blair, then Gordon Brown" Michael answered.

"What about US Presidents?"

"Next will be George Bush, followed by Bill Clinton"

"I asked him about upcoming world events, Chernobyl, the Berlin Wall, 9/11, 7/7, both the Iraq Wars, Afghan. All of it. It kept on amazing me every time one of his predictions came true. The modern day Nostradamus.

Baines leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath and played it all back for a moment "So he's here, just in the past?" He asked.

"Yes, he is alive and well, the last time I saw of him anyway"

"When was the last time you saw him?"

Chapman was sat in the superintendent's office as the interview tape came to an end.

"MI5? He works for them?" The superintendent asked.

"I called Thames House, seems he's was supposed to be on the hunt for a gang running illegal firearms, but he's clearly overstepped the mark. They want him to report back immediately"

"Not good enough sergeant, he's been tearing up the city and I'm with the CPS about pressing charges"

"I've got a fax from his boss, orders for him to be released and that he make his way back to London on the next available train to Paddington" Chapman explained as he handed over the fake fax.

The superintendent read it through and gave its merits. He certainly didn't like it, but it all seemed to be in order, and orders were orders.

"Fine. I'll let the custody sergeant know to release the two. But I want them to leave for London as soon as possible. But let me straight about this sergeant, if either one of them two get on the wrong side of the law here in Cardiff again, I'll have them up on charges and have them bang to rights. Are we clear on that?"

"Crystal, sir" Chapman stood up from his chair and walked out of the superintendent's office.

As Chapman completed his story, Baines was stood up looking out of the window.

"So what happens now?" Baines asked.

"That I'm afraid I don't know. From what I gather it seems the two of them expect you to know what to do. That's all I've got to say"

Chapman got up from the chair leaving his mug on the coffee table. He made his way to the door and stopped "I'm sorry I can't help any further. Thank you for the tea, sir" He said and left.

Baines stared out of the window till he heard the front door slam shut. He went over to the phone and dialed. He waited for the other end to pick up.

"Optimus, it's Baines. I know where Michael is"

He could here jubilation on the other end and then the obvious question; where?

"That's the complicated bit" He looked at the letter he read left on the coffee table.

"I need you to contact Starscream. I want a meet. As soon as, back where this all started. Don't ask me to explain now, just do it. It will make sense later on"

Outside the police station, both Michael and Megatron climbed back into the Capri armed with everything they were arrested with including their weapons.

"We have another opportunity to return back to the present day. But we don't have much time"

"Back towards the old mine road?" Megatron asked.

Michael nodded in the affirmative and the two sped off quickly into the night.

Three floors above a light was on in the superintendent's office. He walked back into his office with a cup of coffee. As he sat down he noticed that Chapman's briefcase was still left on the floor to one corner. Curiosity got the better of him and he decided to take a look. He had that copper's intuition that said something wasn't right.

After placing the case on his desk he found a various forms of paper and photo's concerning the case of the two men. From CCTV stills to written statements from witnesses and the suspects themselves. All of which was nothing new that was of any interest.

He was about to close it when he saw the corner of a tape cassette. He looked at it for a moment then pushed paper to the side to reveal a blank labelled tape but the thickness of the rolls suggested it had been used already. It was probably nothing of interest, maybe just a mix tape Chapman liked to keep. But best to check his curiosity was saying.

From a draw under his desk he got out his cassette player shoved the tape in. He rewound the tape to the beginning and pressed play.

It was the beginning of a formal interview which surprised him as it the tape was blank and no copies of any interviews were given out. He listened anyway.

Two minutes into the recording he realised he was listening to an interview that he hadn't heard and what he did hear alarmed him to the point he called the custody sergeant to find out if the two men were still there.

The reply was no.

His next call was to the duty inspector to go and rearrest the two men and get Chapman as soon as possible.