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PROLOUGE
Finley O'Connors likes to think he's not stupid.
As a time-traveler-for-hire tasked with completeing whatever their client requires, he assumes that one has to have some sense of intellect to do what he does. After all, not everybody knows how to use a calculator watch as a time machine.
Sure, he's not exactly the best at his job, and almost causing World War III doesn't look great on a résumé. Nevertheless, he considers making a mess and then cleaning up said mess to prevent nuclear warfare as a service; and saving the world sounds so much better then being a wanted war criminal in 1980s America. Besides, everybody knows that idiots can't stop the apocalypse, so he's comfortable to deem himself with the trait of 'not stupid'.
But alas, he is a human, and he still forgets deadlines. He knows the irony of a man in his occupation being late, but he decides to ignore it.
So when he enters the dingy motel room four minutes and thirty-two seconds past midnight and the scheduled pick up time, he doesn't think much of it. The board covered to the nines in red yarn and newspaper clippings isn't his place to touch. The box of coffee grains having an expiration date much too far in the future for 1977 is just a printing error. The person shuffling around in the bathroom is just his client packing a few more things up, so she should be grateful he's a little bit late anyways.
He's following the guidebook word-for-word just like the good little time traveler he is. He's pretty sure if his eyes shift around the room too much the Agency would think he's found missile launch codes on accident again. His eyes stay glued to the floor as the bathroom door clicks open. I'm being smart, is the last thing he thinks before something slams into his head.
The first thing he thinks when he wakes up with a throbbing head and a bag over his head is that he is very, very stupid.
NOTES
yikes,, look at me pulling this shit out of my ass two days before the deadline. i don't know wtaf im doing with these, all three of the things above could be from completely different stories and there's like no theme and i jUst—i have one word and it is: ew.
anyways, thank y'all so much for 2k on this book and 8k on my graphic shop!! semi-hiatus might still be going on for a little while but i have some reviews and stories planned ;))
