“Have you ever wanted to experience the Revolutionary War for yourself? Or maybe spend some time with a grandparent who hasn’t been with us in years? You can now relive those great memories with the Time Travel Commission. Starting at $2,000, you can travel to nearly any time in history and observe what history felt, sounded, and looked like. Call or go online today for the greatest trip of your life.”
Zeb grinned with pride as he waited for the director of the Time Travel Safety Commission to meet with him. Zeb knew that all of those time travelers would be able to do so safely because he was on the job.
The door opened, “The director will see you now,” said a petite woman with large, pink, horn-rimmed glasses.
Zeb walked into the director’s office. Director Sullivan stood up to greet Zeb.
“Ah! Agent Zeb! Thank you for meeting with me, especially on such short notice! Please, please, have a seat!”
Zeb sat down in the chair directly in front of Director Sullivan’s desk. It was noticeably lower than the director’s chair.
“So, Agent Zeb, how long have you been with the TTSC?”
Zeb looked at the director in the eyes and said boldly, “Ever since the start of the Commission, sir; Five years ago.”
“Very good! You’ve been here even longer than me!” Director Sullivan chuckled a little nervously, “The Commission’s records show that you are very active; arguably one of the best agents we have.”
“I believe the records actually show that I am the best,” Zeb corrected.
Director Sullivan chuckled nervously again, “Yes, that is true… Tell me, what has been your favorite assignment so far?”
Zeb smiled, “My favorite assignment was definitely keeping modern military weapons out of the hands of Napoleon.”
“Ah yes, that certainly would have altered the timeline wouldn’t it!”
Director Sullivan stood up and looked out his window, “The TTSC was created shortly after the discovery of time travel in order to avoid such paradoxes and alterations. Some of our assignments are fun and we get to brag about them to our co-workers and friends, whereas others are not so pleasant but we must do them for the sake of the timeline.”
Zeb sat in silence, unsure why Director Sullivan was expositing over something that had been taught him the first day on the job.
He found the words to break the silence, “Yes sir, the timeline is the most important thing,”
Director Sullivan looked away from his window, “That is so true, I am glad to hear you say that, because I have a special assignment for you and, quite frankly, I don’t trust anyone else to.”
“What is the assignment, sir? I know that whatever you end up throwing at me, I can handle it.”
Director Sullivan lowered his voice and said in a hushed tone, “I need someone to be a time traveling body guard for Adolph Hitler.”
Intriguing
More to come?