Georgia: *stops running, looking over her shoulder* Hey guys, *pant* can't stop long, *gasp* enjoy the chapter! *runs off again, assassin on her heels*


Guns, portals and moody guards


The guards thankfully arrived soon after the man "left" my head, god that's a weird thought, and I say "thankfully" because it meant I had very little time to freak out over the mess I found myself in the middle of. I looked them over as I followed them through a maze of unidentifiable white corridors - 'no easy way to escape then, and what's with all the white?' They were dressed in the standard guard type uniforms you see in all those movies that have bases with guards; nondescript black trousers, shirts and Kevlar, complete with handgun, Taser and baton - lovely. Basically, I have to do exactly what I am told, a new concept for me but one I better pick up on quickly or suffer the consequences.

They took me to a large room with all kinds of kit; army style rucksacks, tents, cooking equipment, sleeping bags, oh, and weapons, lots and lots of weapons. As I moved to start picking I felt 'him' return to tell me that the chip also enables me to have my very own private mini dimension I can store items in, to enable unhindered movement, that can be opened using a command in my head. "Look over in the back left corner and you will see a backpack, we have packed the essentials you will need in it, you are to find yourself some clothes and anything else you feel you might need."

"Err . . . thanks?" I said into the open air, very conscious of how ridiculous I must look.

"You have 5 minutes."

"Super," I muttered to myself as he "leaves" once again. I started to pick out some clothes, not that there was much choice. I found a couple of pairs of cool camouflage cargo trousers, like the kind the army wear, a equally army like pair of combat boots, two pairs of trainers (one a cool pair, the other made for running), a handful of plain and polo t-shirts (about ¾ black, ¼ white) and 5 pairs of the same trousers as the guards. I mentally rolled my eyes, 'super exciting clothing then' I thought to myself. I looked over my pile, overall there are probably enough clothes to last me at least two weeks without washing.

Speaking of hygiene, I need some essentials, I found a small pile of underwear in the corner, creepily all in my size, and picked out a bunch of pants, some regular bras, and a larger number of sports bras (who knows how much running and stuff I am going to be doing). Next to that area was a stand covered in first aid packs . . . womanly items, painkillers and a bunch of medicine, 'well at least they thought ahead regarding my monthly visitor' I thought whilst grabbing what I needed from the table.

I stopped and thought for a second, 'I will probably be on the move a lot . . . so let's sort out this stuff now'. From the bag I pulled out 2-person tent (small and light), a lightweight sleeping bag that packs to an astronomically small size, a mat to sleep on (again crazily lightweight, must be some sort of new age tech), a decent amount of dried food, a lighter, a full water bottle and a . . . a . . . gun along with a lot of ammunition (collectively probably being the heaviest objects in total), and put them into a separate pile. I tried not to think about the gun too much as I put the sleeping stuff, bottle, lighter and a handful of the food back into the bag. Into the bag also went 3 full sets of clothes and a week's worth of underwear, 'should keep me going for a while' I thought happily.

I turned to leave when a rack of clothes catches my eye, I went over and found myself facing a rack of dresses. 'Dresses?!' I thought to myself 'why the hell do they have a rack of . . . OOOH. Right. These are covert missions. And I'm a girl. And parties mean dressing up. Shit, I hate dresses'. I spent a few moments looking through the rack until I pulled out a simple black cocktail dress and a light blue, long, old style type medieval one with red accents. I sighed mentally 'well at least one will work for multiple occasions and the other means I blend in during medieval times,' after all, I had no idea when or where these people were going to be sending me.

I added them to my pile of extras, grabbed my bag and walked out to ask the guards where to put them. "In your storage," one of the guards replied quickly.

"I . . . don't know how to do that," I grumbled.

"We will give you a moment to work it out," he said and motioned the other to give me some space. 'Great,' I think dryly 'figure it out yourself. I just love self teaching'. I stopped, took some deep breathes, closed my eyes and concentrated. Then, like flicking a switch, I . . . feel . . . the chip coincide with my brain, merge with it, the micro computer becoming a part of me. I searched my mind until I found the . . . command to open my storage space dimension. I opened my eyes to see a swirling grey-ish portal about the size of medium sized TV in front of me and, assuming that's the storage space and not some random portal, I placed my things inside it.

"Done," I said to the backs of my guards, they turned around and motioned for me to walk behind them, they didn't tell me where I was going so naturally I picked up the pace to ask in my usual polite manner. "Excuse me," I said, waving my hand in front of his face, "but would you mind telling me exactly where the hell you are taking me," my voice becoming more menacing with each word.

The bloody robot of a man didn't even bat an eyelid, "wait and see."

'"Wait and fucking see" is this guy for real?! Can't he just freaking tell me where I am being dragged off to?!' Out loud all I did was groan in exasperation and mutter, "fine. Do you think you could at least tell me the date?"

He stayed quiet for a moment before saying with slight hesitation, "it's 2475 but that's all I'm going to tell you." My jaw dropped. I was nearly 460 years in the future! That's crazy! I continued following them in a state of minor shock as we continued winding through corridors.

They escorted me to a large lab like room with one of their time-dimension machines in it, I quickly figured out what was going on, they were sending me off to my first mission 'yay'. A young man in a lab coat, I assume a scientist in charge of the machine, came up to us. "The TDM is almost ready for use," he informed us.

"Good," said the talkative guard, if you could call it that, "the girl is ready when you are."

"Excuse. Me." I said haughtily, "but this girl has a name, it's Georgia, and SHE can talk for herself."

The guard rolled his eyes, "don't get your knickers in a twist. I don't have time to pamper your hurt little emotions so do as you're told and keep quiet. Now go stand on the x over there."

I gave him my best glare and walked insolently over to the x, 'really? X marks the spot? How cliché'. "Ready when you are," I moodily informed the lab coat guy, "and your job is done Mr. Pain in The Ass Guard, so you can bugger off and do whatever it is you think is so important," waving my hand in his general direction dismissively.

His grumpy response was almost immediate, "our job is not done until you are through that portal. Wouldn't want you running of like a scared little girl at the last minute, would we?" I could almost feel the smug little smirk that I just knew was on his face aimed at me. Man, I really did not like this guy, asshole. He needed a good kick up the arse or something equally painful from moi. I smirked at the thought. Yes, maybe a knee to the groin…

My thoughts were interrupted as the - what did he call it, the TDM? Yeah, acronym for Time Dimension Machine it sounds like – TDM whirrs to life. Another scientist stood to the side, told me they were ready for launch and asked me if I was ready. I bitterly gave her a thumbs up with an equally sardonic smile and looked into the tube like machine once again.

The whirring soon turned into a thumping and another swirling grey portal appeared in front of me a few meters away. It was about the size of a hand and I was just wondering how I was supposed to fit through it when it started growing in size until it was about 4 meters in diameter, hovering a bit above the ground. Bit overkill seeing as most people are not 4m tall, but it wasn't not my place to question it.

I was slightly startled to hear the voice once again in my head, although I was starting to get used to it, "please go through the portal now. You will be transported to the dimension for the first stage of your training."

'Here goes nothing' I thought to myself. I ran towards the portal and jumped through the gateway to another world.


Georgia: *smacks lips (trying to get rid of the taste in her mouth)* You suck Altaïr. I can't believe you really did that.

Altaïr: *stares at her* I told you I was going to. Maybe you have learnt your lesson now.

Georgia: I don't fucking think so you little shit! *glares at him*

Altaïr: Really?

Georgia: *grins innocently* Love you really buddy.

Altaïr: Sure you do. *waves her off* Just say what you need to say so we can leave.

Georgia: Fine, fine. Okay guys so as you can see that is where we move worlds and as a result, a new story is needed, or is it a book, or . . . yeah I don't know what to call it... You can find the next instalment on Justagenericusername's page. It will be clearly labelled as to which bit comes next. Hope to see you there! Byee. *waves enthusiastically* Altaïr, wave! *he waves too*