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Alcina took another sip of her mostly-lukewarm coffee, and glanced at the dashboard clock.
21:04, March 3rd
She lifted her binoculars again, and triggered the night vision, panning quickly across the narrow lot. People were going to start showing up any minute. At least, that was what was anticipated.
She glanced at her wristwatch; it was frozen at 12:31, and a stopwatch was ticking upwards from an hour and twenty. That was how long she'd been in this timeline. Plenty of time left. It was usually recommended that a Time Agent spend no more than 5 hours in a non-native timeline if it could possibly be avoided.
Of course, barring something bizarre, this whole mission would be done long before then.
A faint sound made her bring the binoculars back up to her brown eyes. A van was pulling up, its windows were tinted and she couldn't see the driver, but the Vehicle ID number popping up on her binoculars' heads up display was known. The guests had arrived.
She watched as they unloaded gigantic crates from the back of the transport. They were locked, and the HUD wasn't getting any good reading off of them. No sooner were they all unloaded than the Force's undercover guy showed up in his civillian vehicle.
Alcina stifled a yawn. This STING was going so by-the-book that she wasn't sure she hadn't fallen asleep over one and dreamed the whole thing up.
In a minute he'd verify the merchandise, yell 'FREEZE, GALACTIC POLICE!' all of the snipers would focus their laser pointers, and his reinforcements would jump out of the shadows with ray guns and leather armour. The bad guys surrender, the good guys arrest them, and she'd fly in her cloaked cruiser, out of her hidden observation spot and back to the present to tell them that no, they didn't have any surprises up their sleeves.
She peered back at the scene. Something was wrong. They seemed reluctant to showcase the goods. The Force's man on the ground was getting anxious. A glint of steel from a nearby rooftop made Alcina's heart skip a beat; Sniper!
Her hand didn't even have time to close around the radio when a sharp 'crack' fired through the night, she whirled her vision back to the agent, and met instead a wall of yellow and green powder as an explosion rippled through the alley and toward her observation deck
she turned the ignition. No good; of all the times to stall-! She tried it again. It turned over. She tried to turn it around but the wave caught her broadside; the engines were overheating, she pushed it into hyperdrive and gritted her teeth against the screaming white light that flooded her windshield
For a sweet, merciful second, it felt like floating; it felt like normal travel, it felt like she'd gotten away
And then the universe dropped out from under her, she heard the screeching of metal and a sickening thud, and then the world was black.
21:04, March 3rd
She lifted her binoculars again, and triggered the night vision, panning quickly across the narrow lot. People were going to start showing up any minute. At least, that was what was anticipated.
She glanced at her wristwatch; it was frozen at 12:31, and a stopwatch was ticking upwards from an hour and twenty. That was how long she'd been in this timeline. Plenty of time left. It was usually recommended that a Time Agent spend no more than 5 hours in a non-native timeline if it could possibly be avoided.
Of course, barring something bizarre, this whole mission would be done long before then.
A faint sound made her bring the binoculars back up to her brown eyes. A van was pulling up, its windows were tinted and she couldn't see the driver, but the Vehicle ID number popping up on her binoculars' heads up display was known. The guests had arrived.
She watched as they unloaded gigantic crates from the back of the transport. They were locked, and the HUD wasn't getting any good reading off of them. No sooner were they all unloaded than the Force's undercover guy showed up in his civillian vehicle.
Alcina stifled a yawn. This STING was going so by-the-book that she wasn't sure she hadn't fallen asleep over one and dreamed the whole thing up.
In a minute he'd verify the merchandise, yell 'FREEZE, GALACTIC POLICE!' all of the snipers would focus their laser pointers, and his reinforcements would jump out of the shadows with ray guns and leather armour. The bad guys surrender, the good guys arrest them, and she'd fly in her cloaked cruiser, out of her hidden observation spot and back to the present to tell them that no, they didn't have any surprises up their sleeves.
She peered back at the scene. Something was wrong. They seemed reluctant to showcase the goods. The Force's man on the ground was getting anxious. A glint of steel from a nearby rooftop made Alcina's heart skip a beat; Sniper!
Her hand didn't even have time to close around the radio when a sharp 'crack' fired through the night, she whirled her vision back to the agent, and met instead a wall of yellow and green powder as an explosion rippled through the alley and toward her observation deck
she turned the ignition. No good; of all the times to stall-! She tried it again. It turned over. She tried to turn it around but the wave caught her broadside; the engines were overheating, she pushed it into hyperdrive and gritted her teeth against the screaming white light that flooded her windshield
For a sweet, merciful second, it felt like floating; it felt like normal travel, it felt like she'd gotten away
And then the universe dropped out from under her, she heard the screeching of metal and a sickening thud, and then the world was black.