[ WP ] You are an undercover Government agent investigating scientists who have effectively discovered how to travel back in time

I knew that this one was going to be different. I had been hoping that my superiors were joking when they sent me on this ridiculous mission, a form of punishment for that little debacle in Barbados, but the briefing had been stock standard. A bland room filled with men and women wearing dark suits droning on about a potential threat. Necessary precautions, my cover story and potential problems that I might be facing. It was laughable, the way they were going on about this like it was a reality instead of a poorly written piece of science fiction. 
 
 Time travel. The science of manipulating time itself to move through history and reappear wherever you want. Something that nerds across the world had been fantasizing about since forever. You want to kill Hitler while he's trying to paint in Vienna? How about stopping JFK from biting the bullet? Have you ever wanted to watch Lady Godiva waltz through town? Thanks to the efforts of Professor Jane Bloggs, these dreams can all become a reality. 
 
 Unfortunately, there were a lot of people in positions of power who were more than a little nervous about how that power could be abused. Enter stage right, me. Special Agent Melanie Higgins. I get called in whenever something entirely strange was going on and the higher ups wanted it dealt with. I still have no idea how I got stuck with this illustrious position but I can only imagine that I burned down the Library of Alexandria in my past life. I've kicked a clone of Rasputin in the teeth, made fruit salad with a golden apple and now I'm standing outside of an unremarkable building in Venice. 
 
 `` Control, I want it on the record that sending me to Venice was a terrible idea. I do not speak Italian and I hate large bodies of water. So, you know, thanks for that.'' The minute ear-piece was disguised as a floral ear-clip, some painfully colorful abomination, so it was nice and easy to activate it. I tuned out the chuckling from my handler with practiced ease, feeling the reassuring weight of my pistol inside the jacket. The time for sass was over, it was mission time. My posture became more rigid as I walked towards the doors. 
 
 My hand was outstretched, finger-tips grazing the worn handle, when the double doors opened. A man stood in front of me, smiling pleasantly, dressed in shorts and nothing else. 
 
 `` Miss Morgan?'' A local boy, judging from the accent. My gaze roved across his bare form, mentally calculating the most efficient method of disabling him. His smile widened imperceptibly, mistaking the threat assessment for appreciation. They always do. It wo n't hurt to encourage that misconception. I fold my hands coyly in front of me, grinning innocently. 
 
 `` That would be me, yes. I'm sorry for being early, I just did n't want to miss anything so I thought that I should come earlier than the appointment time and so here I am.'' There were two kinds of people in the world, those who find uncontrollable babbling cute and those who loath it. It was fairly easy to figure out which this guy was. His smile took on a flirty edge as he held open the door for me. 
 
 `` Not a problem. Dr Bloggs mentioned that you would be here a little early. Said that was just how you were.'' That threw me for a loop but I could n't let the confusion show on my face. 
 
 `` Really? Wow, I guess she must be pretty smart.'' Okay, not my best line. While I'm cringing internally, Mr Shirt-hater seemed to buy it. He chuckled as I strolled in, taking in the incredibly mundane interior. A desk adorned with some monitors, a few chairs and doorway leading further into the building. 
 
 `` She certainly is but I suppose you would know.'' I shift to one-side in preparation for a hasty knock-out blow, looking quizzically at him. 
 
 `` Why would I know how smart she is?'' His smile slipped away, replaced with a puzzled frown. One hand snaked behind my back, fingering the thin blade woven into my jacket. 
 
 `` Oh. I just thought that you would have paid more attention to her accomplishments. Were you two not close growing up?'' My instincts were screaming at me to abort, to run or to kill him.'Do something' I screamed at myself. 
 
 `` Wait, what?'' Perfect, well done. 
 
 `` Melanie, sweetheart. It's been far too long.'' No. No goddamn way. I know that voice and I know who that voice belongs to. I also know that it ca n't be coming from next to me. I crane my head slowly towards the sound and sure enough, she's standing in the doorway with her arms folded across her chest. There's that smug smirk that everyone around her finds utterly irritating. She's a few years older than she should be, her hair starting to go grey, but it's her. 
 
 `` What?'' The word left my lips so quietly that it might as well have never been spoken. I thought there was n't anything else in the world that could startle me, that I had seen it all and come out on top. Then again, I had never come face to face with myself without a mirror before. She put a hand on my shoulder, pulling me in for a hug. I felt her knock the transceiver from my ear in a casual motion but frozen in place as I was, there was no stopping her. There was a warm breath in my ear and a hand on my concealed blade when she spoke again. 
 
 `` We've got a lot to discuss, kiddo.'' 
 

