-CHAPTER TWO -

"RICKIN THE SHOW"

Outside horses went by with cargo. Walking with umbrellas. Workers came to the factories to work and produce materials for everyone to use.

At the district arriving here. Names and listed opportunities came as many searched for locations of where to go in this massive station in Colombia.

Tossing aside the umbrella into the ground. Voices came through its mind. A man in a suit came walking up to the factory. To gain what he couldn't.

Kicking the Gate doors with such a heavy force. They slammed the walls almost breaking within the very instant. Bruce came taking aim with dual pistols.

Firing ahead. This man in a flashy black suit. His dual pistols high powered. Rapidly killed 6 men. All in one go. Taking rapid aim. Shooting 3 from the second floor.

Then 2 rushed to him with swords. Trying desperately to rush him. The smile on Bruce's face. Wide. His eyes covered with an American flag wrapped around.

"CALL IT IN!" yelled the enemies

"It's the Man! The smiles!" yelled another

His body was battered and marked with scratches and attacks. Yet he went fighting who ever opposed him at all. He didn't care for any of it. Bruce tossed the pistols.

Sending them into the ground. On his back. A long and stealthy katana. Gripping the handle. Breaking out a massive chuckle he unsheathed the sword. Handyman.

Came down smashing through the second floor. Down to the first floor. Bruce rushed it. Ran to it leaping to its chest. Slashing and stabbing his way. Handyman.

Reaches for Bruce grabs him from the neck tosses him into the ground. Breaks one katana. Bruce continued with unstable laugh. Looking to stab and slash the metal.

It wasn't helping him at all. Bruce reached into his jacket and pulled a grenade. Handyman gripped the throat with ease. Choking on the grip. Bruce pulled the pin.

Handyman tossed him into the nearest desk, and he went through it completely destroying it. Bruce was on his back grunting in such pain. On the floor. Behind.

Bruce was staring at the target. An old man of wealth. Power and strength. DENNIS. The name was. Bruce looked up and showed the pin to the Handyman. It yelled.

"SHIT! HELP ME SOMEONE!"

Handyman exploded from his side as it shattered its heart. Causing him to fall to the ground lifeless. Its body was scorched and charred. Not moving.

"HAHAHA! I'll be there in a minute!" yelled Bruce

Bruce looked down at his left hand. Seeing the broken pink and bleeding out palm. Bruce sat up coughing up blood onto his clothing. But his right hand had tonic.

Self-healing kind that would give him a lasting of 5 minutes that will keep him healed and continue until it lasts. Bruce stood up after taking a massive drink.

He tossed it into the ground. Screamed in joy to being alive. His coat was shot up and torn. His chest had a ruined tie. His excitement was incredible.

Bruce looked to the table and found another weapon to wield in one hand. Sheathing his katana. Checking the ammo count of his new weapon. A side arm.

"Oh Dennis, Here I come please be ready to meet daddy," said Bruce

IIIIIIIIIII

Shooting. One weapon after another. Tom struggled or lost another after another. Many times, over and has been troublesome. Many watched.

A normal they thought. Tom felt as if he was failing what he needed to accomplish. Tom took a pistol aimed forward towards the firing line at the target.

Shot one shot head on to the target. Hitting the shoulder side of it. He chuckled a little then another shot.

Tom had struggled to hold the rifle. His finger on the trigger. As he pulled the trigger, the rifle made a powerful impact. Causing the rifle to strike his shoulder.

Its powerful force pushed it out from his hands as it flew backwards. Tom screamed aloud. Falling into the ground and hurting his back. He cried and moaned.

On the floor with a pain. Standing over him was Elisabeth and 2 other soldiers looking down at him. Tom sighed at them. Knowing this would be bad but he had to.

"Little Help? Guys?"

Tom was helped up and stood. Thanking them as they walked away from him. They took his rifle and continued on with weapons training. Tom looked to Elisabeth.

"WERE SO FUCKED..."said Jerry

"SHHHH...JERRY, SHUSH" whispered Sherry

Tom didn't pay attention to them. Not even noticing them walking away from them both. Elisabeth just wanted to inspire Tom in a way.

"Can't believe this bitch.." said Jerry

Jerry was a heavy combat specialist. With a rocket launcher on his back. Holding onto the Rifle. Checking the ammo count and seeing it gone.

"Look man. He learns ,war ends right?" said Sherry

Sherry laughed and chuckled a little. Holding an ammo box. Looking to the stairs as they walked away from Tom. Both of them had no idea about him. Thinking bad.

"Say what? He will blow his own foot off with training" said Jerry

Sherry looked at Jerry with a sounding tone. Thinking of what to say. Sherry was a sniper class of person. Wearing a Ghillie suit. He chuckled a bit about it.

"Have a heart man. If he kills her with his stupidity then let it happen, besides if time travel was here what would you do" asked Sherry

Jerry came to the pure thought of it. He would have a mansion and many women. Sherry imagined a victory, along with celebrating with fireworks.

Living out in the wilderness. Owning a cabin out into the woods and living off the land. Hunting Exotic animals.

"How am I the one? That helps you stop this from continuing?" asked Tom

Breeze came through in this rough situation as both came together. Tom wrapped bandages around his hands. To stop the bruising from the weapon usage.

Tom took the moment to breathe a little and witness the constant trips made by the blimps and trains. Elisabeth came to his side. She looked to him.

Tom had grabbed another combat rifle from the side loaded and ready to learn to shoot better. Trying to see best through the scope. He doubted himself.

"Tom its about how you continue from this, There's a way to-"

Lowering the rifle down to the side. Tom sighed about this mess. He wondered if going to that room was the best thing to ever happen. Or not at all.

"Do I make it home? Or do I -I find out a way home or is there anything good at the end" asked Tom

Elisabeth gave him a sad look. With no look of a lie.

"You live but I don't know what you do...We get separated in the end...I end up elsewhere as you do too" she said

Tom listened to these words of hers. He understood that. Tom came to a sudden conclusion within himself about what and he needed to see. This was more.

This wasn't his old life before anymore. That time portal pulled him through. Now he will be paying the price for what he has seen. Tom's hands shook little by little.

Later that day. After training. The night came down to them all. Tom was vast asleep. Deep into the sleep as he could hear his own self speaking throughout.

In pure silence. A night raid came through the armored Tower. Doors weren't busted through at all. Instead. Silently through the windows and massive open spaces.

Soldiers and silent ninjas came through grabbing and nabbing various people. Some strangled others were knifed instantly. Tom was deep in sleep. Not knowing.

The true reality of the danger that came through this very moment. Tom was sleeping thinking of what had occurred through the time skips and portals. Night came.

To a sudden end as the sunlight broke through the day. Tom awoke from his sleep. Stopping at the edge of the second floor. Seeing various people. Running fast.

Tom was shocked to see so many soldiers bleeding and left for dead. Tom turned and headed down the set of stairs. Rushing with such an impulse that ran through.

"ELISABETH!" he yelled aloud to all

Strangely enough. The Night raid that came through. They came for her. Without even as a single scream she didn't let out. Tom kicked the doors open of her room. Seeing the wooden doors hacked and picked. The splinters came off his face reaction was worried. The men inside were 3 suited ninjas left dead. Tom noticed. Books the shattered window. The bed torn and messed up. Her suitcase and clothing all across the ground. Blood stains. Tom got down to one knee. Looking at the gear. Behind him a Commander stood tall overlooking down at him. Her clothing was stylish but with her right arm lost. Only left hand was left. Her name "Bettany".

"You see what they've done, despicable. Pure war isn't it" said Bettany

Both knew this moment. To be true. War wasn't easy.

"I failed her. I should've been here," said Tom

Tom stood up. Looking at the center of the room. On the wall there was a certain marking. Scratched with her nails. Something etched onto it. Tom tried to get it.

Trying to give it a solid look of a glance. Not being to see it through. Explosions began to erupt all around the Tower compound. One after another. Tearing through.

Tom looked back and rushed out into the lobby. Soldiers were sent flying into the air and thrown by the mere force. Bettany took the chance to take cover.

She screamed aloud for Tom to take cover. But it was already too late. Tom ran out to the front doors trying his best to escape and open them.

Only to have the explosion send him flying 10 feet back into the ground floor. Tom came down heavy into the ground. Tom felt such growing pain in his back.

Tom was gritting his teeth and worried. Blinking. Slowly he lost most of his motor functions for those couple of seconds. Rushing into the tower lobby.

Came through heavy tactical soldiers firing on all sides and pushing. Only to have the resistance strike back heavy onto them too.

Snipers and heavy gunnery shot back. Jerry rushed to Tom and helped him back to his feet. He screamed aloud to Tom to get the heck up. As both ran onwards.

Sherry took another shot from his rifle. Killing soldiers of the enemy force. Sherry laughed and reloaded. Looking to his side Tom and Jerry came to him.

"Tom! Snap out of it!" yelled Jerry

Tom looked at Jerry holding him up and shaking him out of his dizziness.

"Tom! We Need You! Elisabeth Needs You!" he yelled

Jerry looked to the front seeing the enemy force leaving.

"Jerry shut up!" yelled Sherry

Jerry pushed and got Tom to stand on his feet. Breathing and relaxing himself. Sherry stopped shooting and lowered his rifle. Standing up normally. Breathing.

Sherry felt good about his progress as a soldier and surprised they made it out instead of dying from the attack. Tom looked at his hands shaking. Then to both.

"Thank you. Thank you, Sherry and Jerry. I appreciate the help." said Tom

Tom looked away for a second. Standing at the center of the lobby. He could see it.

"Elisabeth they took her. She needs you more than ever now Tom." said Sherry

They both looked at Tom seeing the Room of Elisabeth. As if there was a clue or something. Tom could see it clearly now. The word was marked.

"I know. I'm going to make this right. Even if it kills me," said Tom

-"CHANGE"-

Tom Nancy went into the armory. Of what was left of it after the attack. Heading inside. His eyes noticed the work benches amongst the tools scattered. Everything.

All the tools and weapons. Including various pieces of locked away gear was stored behind locks and cages. Tom headed over and began to gather various items.

Tom felt the rush of pure self-emotion of pride. Tom Nancy headed out and left the troops behind. As he took the horse and headed off. Leaving. Jerry waved.

Thinking he felt a sudden pure heartache. Coming to mind Tom understood the changes and constant flux of the time travel. Made things worse for all.

Sherry looked at his hands and reached for the bandages and grabbing ahold of the med kits.