AN: Chapter edited/changed Nov 18th


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Stranger danger


I woke to find myself in a similar room with the machine. The same blank white walls, almost hospital or prison like, surrounded me - only this time there were no windows and only one door, I got up to go and try it. It didn't budge.

'SHIT,' I thought to myself, 'trapped. What the fuck is going on?' I then noticed that I'd been changed into black cargo trousers and a tight fitting black t-shirt complete with black combat boots - 'how very military' - followed shortly by me realising how bloody stiff I was.

'How long have I been unconscious? I dread to think. Feels like quite a while.' I swept the room looking for anything that might help me understand what was going on.

Upon finding nothing I picked my usual blunt method and yelled into the empty room, "will someone tell me what the hell is going on here? Who the HELL are you? What the HELL do you want with me? And WHERE AM I?"

Silence followed. I growled in anger and started stomping around the room, (hey, I'm still technically a teenager at 19, I'm allowed to strop) when the silence was broken by an odd sounding voice that seemed to simultaneously come from everywhere and nowhere. "You have been chosen to be a field agent for my company," the male said, "to be precise, currently our only one."

"You are telling me I am your guinea pig?"

"I suppose you could call it that. But we do know what we are doing."

"Uh huh, so why did you KIDNAP me and not just fucking ask like a normal human being?"

"All in good time Georgia. All in good time…"

"How the hell do you know my name!?" I almost screeched.

"At this point in time I cannot disclose that information," the annoyingly calm voice replied.

"Okay then so what CAN you tell me?" I demanded whilst I paced around the room with impatience (I am not a patient person at all), examining it to try and find out where the hell this voice was coming from.

"What I can tell you is that this machine does not only allow you to travel in time, but we have unintentionally built a machine that travels through dimensions as well. Also that you are now a part of my company's . . . police division, I suppose you could call it, only your jurisdiction area is far larger than any other ever, you-"

"Why am I the only one then?" I exclaimed in annoyance, my forehead furrowing in confused anger.

"If you stopped interrupting me I would tell you," said the strange voice.

"Okay, okay, sorry," I muttered. By this point I was tired and still couldn't work out where this guy was, so I picked a random wall and sat down cross legged leaning against it.

"As I was saying, you are the only one because what we require is subtlety and stealth, we need you to go unnoticed by anyone and everyone. You are a young girl. Those we want you to find are not looking for a young girl they are looking for soldiers, police officers, spies etc."

"Okay that much I understand. Why exactly is this though? What is my job to be? And why ME? I'm nothing special, I'm a very average person."

"You have been chosen because you are nothing special, you won't be too noticed if you go missing. Also for your average looks, but most importantly you have the potential for being, possibly above, sufficient in the skill set we need."

'Well that's a bit bloody rude,' my inner monologue decided to pipe up, 'I know I'm no looker but jeez he didn't have to be quite so blunt. Asshole. I don't like this dick . . . whoever he is.'

"Honestly, I do not know why you in particular, we were told by someone very powerful from the future that it had to be you specifically, and at this time in your life. It was decided before you were even born. As for your job, your job is to keep time safe."

"TIME? SAFE? WITH INFINITE DIMENSIONS TOO?" I demanded, shooting to my feet in a mixture of anger, bemusement and emotions I couldn't identify, and began pacing once again. "What do you mean I have to keep ALL OF TIME safe? How the hell does one person do that? That's ridiculous."

"We will be assisting you, we receive alerts when time travel is being used by others and we will send you to their location. Often they wish to alter the past to rewrite history, although it can be well intentioned, changing time is unpredictable - I believe you know about that - and altering it can lead to the butterfly effect or paradoxes. Then there are those who only want to change the past to benefit themselves. Intentions aside, these people cause drastic changes that lead to future events that devastate humanity."

At this point I butted in to say, "yeah I've read enough sci-fi books to know all about that. And even though there may what seems to be a better future than the one that is supposed to occur I can't change it, because that is what's meant to happen."

"Precisely. So do now you understand your mission?"

I stopped pacing, sighed and begrudgingly said, "yeah I suppose I do. Do I have a choice about doing it?"

"Not until you have been through a trial period. Then you may receive the option of returning to your time with your memory erased, we drop you back from the point you were taken that roughly corresponds to how much you have aged since being taken."

"WHAT?! But that could be MONTHS?! What are people going to think happened to me?!" I exclaimed, really starting to hate this guy and the shit storm he put me in. "And, wait, what do you mean I may receive the option?"

"They are going to think you have been kidnapped. Those that saw your extraction have had their memories altered to forget the event ever occurred and have fake memories implanted. As for your options of returning, if we deem that you are the only available person to fill this position you will not be allowed to return until you are too well known."

"Are you fucking kidding me? You are telling me-"

"ENOUGH. Like it or not, this is how we are conducting this. If you do not cooperate you will have your memories wiped and be placed in a dimension at random and you will never see your family again as long as you live." I felt my mouth drop almost to the floor and I let loose a long stream of profanities at this man for a good few minutes. When I had eventually run out of steam he began speaking again. "This will be much easier for everyone involved if you just accept the situation and cooperate, it may even be an adventure if you try and enjoy it. Now we have that cleared up, you will soon be escorted to pick up some equipment and then you are going to be despatched for training."

I took a moment to collect myself after hearing his threat if I didn't agree to this ridiculous plan of his. As much as I didn't want to be their guinea pig, I didn't want to have my memories erased and be dropped in a random dimension even more. "Training? What kind of training?" I asked, giving in to my curiosity as to where this was heading.

"You need to learn how to fight in case you are required to take one of the travellers down."

I was silent for a few moments before slowly asking, "do I have to kill them?"

The man's response was not as fast as I had hoped, "no just incapacitate them, unless they become difficult. If they refuse to cooperate or you are being threatened, you are to dispose of them with extreme prejudice."

I took a few seconds to let this information sink in before saying, "okay. It's not like I have much of a choice, but I will go willingly. But I am not happy about this killing thing. I've never killed anyone, nor did I ever think I would do so."

"A good decision, and unfortunately it cannot be helped as they must be stopped by any means necessary, some guards will be along soon to kit you out. Oh before I go, I noticed that you were trying to work out where I am speaking to you from. We have embedded a microcomputer in your brain-"

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?" I yelled in fury, arms waving around in my need to do something about this mess.

The man continued, ignoring me to say, "I can only speak to you like this in the base, it is a glitch we need to fix, but the chip is designed to assist you with your missions. It has many features including informing you when a portal is open nearby, stores data, connects to Wi-Fi and translates languages when you both hear and speak. The chip also allows you to open a small dimension for you to store your things in to enable unhindered movement. I am sure you will soon work out how to use it. It is quite a gadget. I wish you luck-"

"WAIT!"

"-farewell". I felt his faint 'presence', that I only noticed once gone, leave.

"You MOTHERFUCKER!" I slowly sank to the floor. I placed my head in my hands and whispered to myself "…shit. I am so screwed."


Altaïr: *stares wide eyed at Georgia*

Georgia: *looking around nervously* What?

Altaïr: That's quite a mouth you've got there...

Georgia: It's not like you didn't know that. *shrugs*

Altaïr: I didn't realise it was this bad, even back then! I'm even more sure you need your mouth washed out with soap now...oh look here is a bar...how convenient... *evil looking smirk*

Georgia: You wouldn't...shit, yes you would! *runs away as fast as possible*

Altaïr: *sigh* It seems it is my job to address the audience... On behalf of Georgia I would like to say thank you for reading, we hope you enjoyed the chapter and will continue reading. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a filthy mouthed girl to catch... *stalks after Georgia*