[ WP ] In the year 1989 , a police investigator arrives at the site of an impossible accident : a 2016 Toyota Corolla is wrapped around a lamp post .

Martin was driving home after a long day but he was n't tired. He never was. Constantly alert, he kept two hands on the steering wheel at all times. The radio was quietly playing a classical tune. Driving home was a type of therapy for Martin; much needed to separate his job from his personal life. He was off the clock now and could n't let the job control him. As he turned right down the town centre his eyes immediately were drawn to the flickering lamp post. Following the post down he squinted to try to make out what it was. He slowly put his breaks on, taking his jacket from the passenger seat and a flashlight from the glovebox he stepped out his vehicle. 
 
 Illuminating the area with his flashlight he cautiously edged closer, the scene looked like something out of a movie. A twisted metal mesh encased the lamp post that was now angled and partially torn out of the ground. He could n't make out the model of the car but it was like nothing he'd ever seen before. `` Japanese maybe?'' Martin reasoned in his head. The windshield had been kicked out onto the bonnet. Still a singular piece but completely smashed. Shining his torch inside it was like something from the future! Buttons on the wheel, a screen on the dashboard and an array of lights and devices surrounding the radio. The screen displayed a Toyota logo was buzzing around. Flickering on and off. Finally the screen went off and stayed off. Martin read the plate and was confused. `` 2016'' he thought? He should have gone the long way home. 
 
 Sirens could be heard in the distance, when they came into view it was n't a police cruiser and it was n't a ambulance. A squadron of 5 black SUVs were speeding towards Martin. He raised his hand to wave them down. From the first vehicle that was notably more armoured than the others 5 men got out. All black and armoured their guns aimed at Martin. `` HANDS, SHOW ME YOUR FUCKING HANDS!'' Yelled the man in front. He wore a cap brandishing a yellow C on top. Martin put his hands up. He knew he had to comply. The men moved inwards to Martin. Two of them detained Martin and put him in cuffs. The other three inspecting the crash site. `` Alright, area secure send in the nerds we've got a civilian'' said the captain pressing his ear, a cable ran down into his armour. The other SUVs approached softly, cautiously like cat. One of the men who detained him still had his knee pressed against his back. 
 
 For 30 minutes Martin had sat in the boot of the armoured SUV that seemed to double up as a prison. From the window he'd seen a lot of people walking about. A mass of men stood in a circle discussing in hushed tones, through the glass he could n't make out what anyone was saying but occasionally he caught one of them looking in his direction then quickly away. They all looked anxious and Martin was getting a little annoyed at the lack of information he was getting and quite frankly he wanted to go home. The armoured squadron of men had been walking around, patrolling. A road block had been set up and the crash scene had been covered in a white tent. 
 
 Now all the men looked in the direction of Martin. A younger man with a thin, pale face stepped forward and approached. He had long shaggy blonde hair that was blowing in the night's wind. In his right hand he had a briefcase. Opening the boot door Martin was relieved to finally be let go. The man lifted the door up and gave Martin a kind smile. `` Hello, my I'm Professor P.L Taylor and we're sorry for this inconvenience, if you would follow me?'' the man supported Martin as he stepped down from the SUV. Another smaller white tent had been assembled and Martin was escorted in. Inside were two older men and the captain. In the middle was a single stool. Zipping up the exit once inside Professor Taylor gestured for Martin to sit down. The captain unlocked the cuffs. One of the older men produced a clipboard and a pen `` please sign here'', for the first time Martin spoke to the men. `` I'm not signing anything until I've read it''. `` Of course sir, go ahead'' replied the man. Martin inspected the sheet. 
 
 *US Government witness acknowledgement form* - It seemed like a normal witness report statement and the sheet had already been filled with his details. Martin signed it off and the older man took the clipboard and pen back. `` Thank you for complying Martin, we're sorry for any inconvenience this has caused'' `` I just want to go ho..'' A thin wire wrapped itself tightly around Martin's neck, kicking and struggling followed. From the outside you could hear the choking sounds but eventually a silence fell over the street. Over the next following 20 minutes the crash scene had been cleared away and on file it had never happened. 
 
 
 -Meh, I tried. 

