[ CW ] `` I 've shot Kennedy 100 times so far . In fact , I 've become quite good at it . ''

You know, there's a video game about this. There were montages on the internet. You know how it works. Shoot the driver, his foot comes down on the accelerator as he slumps forward. They crash into a wall. The secret service bugs out because they're not programmed to handle the Presidential car driving off course. The game becomes a free-shoot, killing police and other officials while they stand dumbly in the street. All overlaid with Yakety Sax. 
 
 Hilarious. 
 
 What they do n't tell you is how fucking exacting it really is. 
 How often the governor dies outright, and how that's a time paradox. Do it again. 
 
 How often Nellie Connally fails to pull her husband *just-so* onto her lap, and his lung collapses. Time paradox. Again. 
 
 Clint Hill misses his climb onto the Presidential car. Paradox. Again. Yeah, I know that one's not your fault. Too bad. 
 
 You miss and hit Jackie. Paradox. Does n't matter if she lives or dies. Again. 
 
 Let's not discuss all the ways the rounds take different paths through the body, even when your shot is textbook. Repeat it. 
 
 Hell, even Tague failing to be hit with shrapnel is a mandatory repeat. 
 
 Kennedy's death is a linchpin event in history for reasons that're beyond our pay grade. They give us this technology, not to send a man into the past, but to send his mind, to give him dominion over his fellows. 
 
 And that's hard too. Feeing Oswald's terror as he realizes he's about to kill the President of the United States, and no one will ever believe him when he says he did n't do it, someone else was in his body, and all he could do was cry and scream, none of it is his fault -- but he does n't know it wo n't matter; that he'll be dead in two days. If Ruby's one of ours, I do n't know. I'd call him a lucky fuck, but I know his parameters are just as exacting as my own. 
 
 So yeah, I've shot Kennedy a hundred times so far. In fact, I've become quite good at it. Practice makes perfect. Why should n't it? 
 
 I've got all the time in the world.
