"When my father, the physic Thomas Chronis passed away, I had to fulfilled his shoes at his job as a time traveler. Yes, you read that right. My full time job is traveling to other decades, where I have to spy on people targered as "important" by in...
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The door from the elevator opened, letting me get inside the secret basement from the government. You would think that a place so important for our national security would be far away, hidden underground in the middle of the forest, or even under the ocean. But no, it's just at London downtown, in a building that in the outside says "J&J: A Shoe Sole Factory". Of course no one cares what's inside a shoe sole factory.
- Hey Ari, good to see you- Matthew greeted me.
- Hi Matt! - we hit our fists- I haven't since you since Laurence's case, right?
- Yeah, that was like, 2 months ago? – he gave me a folder with information of today's case – the 4 of them are inside there, good luck – I pulled a face.
- Thanks, I'll need it – I opened the door from the meeting room and there were 3 people: Mr. Lewis, Mr. Schneider and Mr. Dupont, heads of intelligence services from the UK, Germany and France, respectively. Behind them, a big screen with Mr. Coleman in a videocall. Of course the head of the intelligence service of the US didn't want to be left behind. The four of them looked at me with annoyance. Thanks dad for that.
- Mrs. Aries Chronis – Mr. Lewis said with a condescending voice- We see our faces again...
- And I suspect we will keep seeing our faces – I fake smiled.
In 2013, when my dad knew he didn't have much time left to live, he decided to spend his last months of life changing the algorithm of his creation to something that only I could use. Thus, these 4 government are forced to work along with me, which irritates them a lot. Especially because I am what people call... well... clumsy. If they could get rid of me, they would.
Mr. Lewis sighed.
- Well, Mrs. Chronis - he raised his glasses up his nose- your new mission will be investigate Mr. Harrison Taylor, multimillionaire businesses man, known for being a patron of Arts and the entertainment industry. However, he got multiple links with arms trafficking networks that feed various countries in Africa and the Middle East with pistols and submachine guns. You will time travel back to 1994, and find who is he dealing with and how much involved he is in this entire arms trafficking network. If you do a good work in the 90's, then we will be able to fulfill our work here in 2021 and thousands of lives will be saved from now on. – I nodded.
- Here you have everything you need- Mr. Dupont grabbed an old suitcase and putted it over the table. He slowly unzipped it. – clothes that a young girl would wear in the 90s, a beeper, a cellphone, a reflex analogue camera, a motion detector camera and a lot of cash for renting a place near Mr. Taylor. - I picked up the cellphone.
- Are you sure this isn't... a brick?? – I think you could knock someone if you hit them with this in the head.
- I know it doesn't look like it, but this is the biggest piece of technology back in 94 – Mr. Schneider clarifies- only people with a good financial situation have it.
