The old man’s fingers blurred , breaking through systems even the CIA couldn’t access in a matter of seconds.

“Looks like it’s really top notch stuff, laddie. I’m not sure I should be doing this…”

Jack fingered his knife, concealed by a cape that hung off his left shoulder.

“You should.” was his disyllabic answer.

“And you should stop wearing all black, emo doesn’t suit you.”

Sighing, Jack wondered again why he was doing this. It’s not everyday you get to travel back to the Italian Rennosance and meet your long dead ancestors, he reasoned. What a happy reunion when you’re just another dot in a long line of thieves and murderers.

They had chosen this time period for several reasons, but mainly because there weren’t many guns then. Gleefully, Jack considered a life without the perils of being shot down at 30 meters by a man he would be able to gut like a herring in close quarters.

“Step inside the green circle. All body parts you wish to keep should be inside the green circle.”

Jack looked at him balefully.

“Sarcasm isn’t the lowest form of wit, it isn’t wit at all.”

The old man chuckled, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

A flash of light severed all of Jack’s ties to reality.

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