5 years later.
The bell rang, waking him up, he picked the alarm clock and smacked it by the side immediately it ceased ringing.
''Good morning master Damian'' an automated voice escaped the alarm clock. He groaned and sniffed,burying his head into his pillow.
"It's time to wake up, it's a fresh day today and it's also your work day'' the voice said again, the clock was a small round typical alarm clock with the time interface situated on it's screen, the screen rolled down and was immediately replaced by a set of dots and a horizontal line, that moved in zig zags when it talked.
'Good morning, IRIS' he said groaning, he rolled around on the bed.
'Up! Up!!' Iris called, ringing uncontrollably.
'Okay! Okay!' Damian yelled, he came out of the bed and faced the mirror, gazing at himself, he was now around six feet tall, his cheek bones and features developed, he sighed and tsked pointing at himself on the mirror. He flexed his arm muscles popping out his veins and abs.
'That is one fine mother fucker!' he said beaming at his reflection. He quickly slumped on the floor and went into position and began pushing up.
'IRIS prepare my coffee' he said and immediately the coffee maker in the other room jerked to action, pouring out it's contents into the cup below it's spout.
'Your cappuccino is ready' Iris replied, a bell ding following.
He stood up and went into the other room, which happens to be the sitting room and kitchen all together, he popped out his coffee and began drinking.
'You have a message from the senior Navigator, Should i play the message?'
'Yes'
'Playing message from Senior Navigato'
"Report to the office now there is an anomaly detected in the timeline" a deep voice sounded.
Damian sighed and shrugged, he went on to take his bath and prep himself for his mission,he has been going on missioms since his recruitment into thier ranks after being tagged Special cased as his powers were quite different from the others.
He marched to the elevator; to the 6th floor where he would be briefed on the mission.
He entered the elevator, it closed behind opening immediately, he was at the sixth floor already, this was the speed of the elevator, it was so highspeed that you couldn't even catch a single breath once you entered, it took you to exactly where you are going in an instant.
He sighed, he was still getting used to it, even after all these years. He walked to the senior navigator's door, his name etched on it reading "Mr. Dune racer". He knocked three times and a deep voice escaped a voice box situated at the door knob.
"Enter" it called and the door automatically swinged open, revealing an extravagant cooperate setting , the whole equipments in the room were dawned in black colour. Following from the desk, chair, screen, pen e.t.c. everything else that wasn't an equipment was covered in different colors. It was an overstimulating scene but Damian was used to it now. The senior navigator has an interesting taste.
The chair rolled around and there he was Partrick facing him.
'What the hell? What are you doing here?' Damian asked distressed and confused.
'It's my office, i am the new senior navigator aren't you happy?' Patrick replied, excitingly but Damian wasn't having it.
'Nope and by the way, if you are the new navigator why is mr.dune's property still here?'
He said, sneering.
'Oh you bitter twat, anyways the whole thing will be gone by the time you come back from this mission' Partrick replied his tone dropping gradually.
'Why? What happened to Mr. Dune?' Damian asked, alarmed.
'Mr. Dune died on mission yesterday, he was killed by a rogue traveller' Partrick said breaking the new to Damian.
Damian heaved and muttered an 'oh'
'So the rumors are true?' Damian asked.
'The rumors of the existence of rogue travellers? Yes they are very much real' Partrick said grunting.
They both sighed in unison.
Patrick then picked up a flat tab from the desk and scrolled on it, he then heaved and looked at Damian.
'Are you sure you can handle this?' Patrick said mockingly.
'Well, i haven't heard the mission now have i?' Damian yelled giving into the rage bait and Patrick fell into a hard laugh that did not amuse Damian at all, he hated that side of Partrick, the un serious Patrick that loved to pull his leg. After a few seconds he stopped laughing and breathed hard sucking up any giggles or amusement left. This happened when he becomes serious.
''Mission for Damian Lillard, the date is November 22nd 1963, the location is united states. The mission is to Restore the original 1963 timeline by preventing a rogue time traveler from using a bazooka to kill everyone in JFK's car. during the Dallas motorcade on November 22, 1963, and neutralize the treath.
You will be assisted by by a Navigator (mission leader), two Time Operatives (field support), and a remote Chronal Analyst providing real-time 1963 data." He said, this was about to be Damian's first encounter with a rogue traveller.
'Don't worry with your abilities this will be a walk in the park for us' Patrick said reassuring Damian. Damian's lighted up because this meant that Patrick was joining him in the mission.
'I will be going to the second floor to get my costume ready meet you in the seventh floor in a jiffy' said Damian as he zoomed out of the office.
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They stood in front of the time hole, going through thier missions objective, they were all dressed in attires fitting for the age and time; Damian was dressed in a paper boy wear and the others wore cowboy clothes to fit the setting.
The chronal Analyst, a short balding man stood, with the brown hat over his head, briefing the team
'Listen up we are there to eradicate the anomaly, so that means no interaction with anyone in the crowd what so ever, we are making sure that Oswald the shooter gets only JFK only! His death is important. Once Damian spots the rogue we are on the move. We have 15 minutes to make this work! in and out quickly understood?'
'Sir, yes sir!' the rest yelled, saluting the man except for Patrick of course who stood at a corner nodding to his speech.
'Now we move, do the honors chief' the Analyst said as he handed a bullet to Patrick.
'What bullet is this?' patrick asked as he collected the bullet from him.
'Guess?' the Analyst said smiling and Patrick gasped
'Don't tell me-'
'Yes, it is...the rifle bullet that pierced the skull of JFK'
'Dark' Patrick said smiling, fondling the bullet. He then stopped and held it up to his eye level, the bullet glowed and bursted into strings, the strings came together hovering and going around in a circle. A portal had been formed as a white light energy materialized in its middle. This was Patrick's ability, Time portal, the ability to harness the concept of things and then forming them or it into time portals.
'Lets go' he said and the team of six jumped into the portal.