"Hello Flat... mind if we have a talk?" Asked Director Grisson. Flat looked at him dumbfounded. "What kind of angel are you?" Asked Flat, trying not to pass out. Director Grisson laughed and shook his head. "No, I'm not an angel or a demon for that matter. Welcome to the 21st Century Flat Flanagan. My name is..." Director Grisson was cut off by Flat passing out on the ground. "Way to go Grisson. You royally screwed that up." Remarked Agent 17, taking a sip of his coffee as medic teams helped get Flat to infirmary.
"Welcome the the 21st Century? Really? That's what you went with? Jesus Christ, Grisson. You might as well have given the poor guy a heart attack. He was just freefalling to his death and the first thing you tell him is "Hi! Welcome to the 21st Century. You've got to be the dumbest one in the room, Grisson." Said Special Agent Karma as she began making her way to the infirmary. The rest of the Agents left Grisson alone as they went to check up of Flat. Karma watched flat regain consciousness and sit up in the infirmary bed. "Sorry about Director Grisson. He's never been good about these things. I'm Special Agent Karma, its nice to meet you."
Flat looked at her extended hand and shook it cautiously. "For a dame, you've got one killer grip. Now... Agent Karma, was it? Can anyone here explain to me how I'm not dead?" Asked Flat, still semi-soaked from his rainy freefall. "Currently, you are inside of the CIA's Black Site 071." Started Agent 17. His voice was gruff, almost like that of an action movie character. "We're a part of Taskforce Timelines. Just like you, all of us were plucked out of original timelines moments before our deaths. You will be the replacement for our form 1920s man, RA or Radio Announcer. Sadly, he was severely injured to the point he was stripped of his field work title. We can get you all caught up on the details later, but for now just try getting used to the 21st Century. We can..." Agent 17 was cut off by alarms and alerts going off.
Grisson rushed into the infirmary, "Chinese and Russian counter ops have located us. Location has been compromised, every get to your vehicles! Flat, follow them and stay on their ass!!" Ordered Grisson as he began to wipe every computer in the lab. The other Agents led Flat to the garage bay where a modified replica of his Drusenburg Model H was parked. Agent 17 jumped into his 1970s Pontiac Trans Am, as Karma and RA rode with Flat. The other agents had already bugged out and Grisson wouldn't be far behind them. As the Trans Am and Model H sped away from the Black Site, Russian and Chinese operators were hot on their tail. As the two cars rumbled down the tropical dirt road, Agent 17 fired off a burst of rounds from his MPL. Flat kept side by side with him as the enemy operators opened fire at them.
"Git 'em off me!" Called out Flat as a blacked out suv was gaining on them. However, Karma ignited two energy daggers and with the hard flick of her wrist, impaled one of the drivers. "She's... from... 2099... keep... driving... Flat." Said RA, his voice sounding more like radio static than that a human's voice. As the team took a sharp right, a C-5 Galaxy Military Transport Jet was waiting for them. "Head for that aircraft, Flat!" Ordered Karma as bullets whizzed past the Drusenburg. "THAT'S AN AIRPLANE!?" Yelled Flat as he followed Agent 17 toward it. That's when Retired Special Agent Thornton marched out of the C-5 Galaxy with a M1918 BAR in his hands. He opened fire and sent .30-06 round into the grills and tires of every pursuing vehicle. As brass-casings hit the ground, Thorton's eyes saw what he needed them to see.
"You goddamn NAZIS!" Yelled Thorton as he reloaded his BAR and continued firing. As the others parked and joined him, Karma took RA into the plane and prepared for emergency takeoff. "If Grisson isn't here in two minutes, we leave without him!" Called out Karma as she prepped the plane for take off. With the cars loaded and everyone else holding off the enemy operators, Flat watched for Grisson. However, Grisson burst through the chain link fence with a gray, Ford Crown Victoria. As he sped toward the plane, the rest of Taskforce Timelines cover him.
Once the Crown Vic was loaded up, the agents entered the plane and Karma punched it. As the C-5 Galaxy screamed down the runway, enemy operators opened fire at it, but the plane jumped the cliffside and rose into the sky. "Timelines One now departing for Langley HQ. Well done everyone, said Grisson over the intercom as the jet roared away from Jamaica.