[ WP ] It 's 1912 . You 're drinking at a pub when a mysterious man dressed in a strange garb walks in ...

The year was 1912. I found myself a little pub on the busy end of 8th, downtown Manhattan. Usually the place was filled with Irish, but today it was almost empty. I sat at a table as far from the door as possible. I knew he was coming. 
 
 My third drink in, cheap whiskey and soda, the door finally opened. The bartender and two serving girls both looked over at him. The three other drunks partaking in the bar's dank ambiance and cheap liquor did n't seem to care. 
 
 He wore the badge I feared he would, shiny, and almost glowing, hung on his belt like an off-kilter buckle. His neon green pants had a black stripe on the side, with the numbers'0-32' in bold print in a gap. His shirt matched the pants, skin-tight, with plating up the chest and onto the shoulders. His boots and helmet were black, and so shimmering they looked wet. 
 
 I heard one of the waitresses mutter:'Oh! He looks mysterious!' 
 
 `` Fugitive,'' he said, looking at me. `` You are under arrest.'' 
 
 Good thing I had been expecting him. 
 
 I glanced out the window, dingy though it was, and saw myself peeping in. I gave myself a nod to let me know I was ready, and then stood up. 
 
 `` Looks like you got me, Clock Cop,'' I said, putting my hands up. 
 
 The fool approached me, pulling out time-cuffs to shackle me, completely oblivious to the fact that I was sneaking up on him. He reached out, as I turned around, seeming to be ready for my imminent arrest, but as he grabbed my hand, I heard him groan in pain. 
 
 I had snuck in and stabbed him in the side. I turned back around, and smirked at myself. I shanked the Clock Cop several more times, making sure he was dead before ripping his Wearable Atomic Transporting Chrono-Helper from his wrist. I handed it to myself. 
 
 `` Now we have two,'' I said to me. `` Time to kill for a third!'' 
 
 The bar staff was very confused. I tipped my hat to my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother, and together, I and I went off to 2074, where we were sure we would find another Clock Cop.
