[ WP ] Time traveling is finally invented . The people in charge think about a good non invasiv first mission . They send you back in time to April 18 1955 to finde out what Albert Einsteins lasts words were .

When I finally arrived into town in New Jersey 1955, it was slightly damp from the rain last night, air slightly frigid. I was getting odd looks for being dressed in a lab coat in the middle of town, my mannerisms I had to change on the fly, since I still spoke like I came from the 22nd century. I finally found my way into the hospital, moments away from meeting my idol, scratch that my living idol, my inspiration, my great, great, grandfather. Which was partly why I was chosen for this mission, but also because I spent decades publishing theoretical quantum physics journals, following in his footsteps. I spent the better part of the afternoon going through the numerous questions about his work and revisions I made in the theory of relativity, and things I wanted to say to him. While at the same time looking to get past the security detail the president sent to guard him, after all it's only been a decade since the war ended, who knows what my great, great grandfather could have built and thought up since then. However this tall, built, field agent appearing as the fabled men in black history coveted, was n't the only one there as well. I noticed a similar person wearing a similar attire, from his badly pressed lab coat, to his fake busy attitude demeanor, then I realized the same could be said about me. I inched closer to gather information, and a nurse struck up a conversation with him, asking if he was new since she was a veteran there and had never seen him before. He finally spoke, and admitted he was a new transfer, to be fair it was n't a very thick accent, and even with my cybernetic eye I could barley pull out the few micro-expressions every human being makes when they're uncomfortable or lying, aside from quickly dispelling her notions of mistrust and turning on his charm to win him a date when his mission was over, I could tell he was a professional from all his body parts moving separately. A needle syringe in his hand if his social game failed, his eyes scouring the hospital as he looked for clues to his objectives room every time she looked down to blush. I do n't blame him she was very attractive, to the point one could take a sledgehammer and break every bone in her body, and she'd still break your heart with a glance. To the point where even the special agent sent by the president had noticed her, making his way to satiate his lustful hunger, and to do his job of protecting the target so he could extract any last bit of knowledge by any means, that meant killing off the Russian if need be and ruin any chances of mating with this prime specimen of the finest evolution has to offer I am in awe of these professionals, I find him reaching for his gun and me wiping the drool off my face. The Russian walks away while smoothly ending the conversation, goes around the hallway to look for another access point, and making sure his escape exit was secure. The Agent backs off while slipping the gun back into his vest never revealing it as the nurse turns her eyes to him, she asks if everything is okay Agent. Ian and if he wanted any refreshments knowing that he was with the government but not to what extent. I suddenly remember I had all the markers that both the veteran nurse and Agent could both condemn me with suspicion till I proved I was innocent. I was no James bond when it came to seducing women, and suddenly it had hit me harder than the most metaphysical slap that could have ever existed, 10 feet away from me was THE Ian Fleming, the man who wrote the actual James Bond books. I know from history that Ian Fleming was an actual British agent who sometimes worked an Nazi infiltrator, and collaborated with the US government. It would sense to send the worlds best agent to protect the worlds greatest mind. My admiration and reminiscing was cut short when groups of men in suits walked through the hospital main entrance, appearing to be of Italian descent, I'm no history Major but I had a crash course on this time period and what I knew from my graduate days, one of the men came after everyone else and they all parted like the red sea to give him room, and walked down to a secluded part of the hospital hallways, the agent quickly rushed to stop him, and just before he reached his hand out they all drew out guns. It dawned on me through the 10 second interaction that this man was Frank Costello the Italian boss of the Genovese/Luciano crime family, the same man who brilliantly kept the Omerta rule to heart 5 years ago at the Kefauver Hearings which almost got him assassinated, what could he be doing here? none of my business however I did catch part of the conversation, Frank said he was here for the device he was promised whatever that meant. And here I was talking to the Nurse until she turned her attention the clacks of the triggers being drawned back. I figured it'd be better off to leave and follow where the Russian went to see if I could track him down. After about 10-15 seconds of me power walking the hell out of there, the entire hospital celebrated the fourth of July early, we're talking dozens of gunshots and screams, none of my business and I figured Ian could take care of himself, I'm still bummed about the nurse however. I finally spot the Russian, and luckily he still has n't found the room but neither have I. I tail him for a few minutes, and the noise is dying down, get it? dying down. I notice he has a scanner in his hands, and is standing before a door it's noise is increasing. It was a modified EMF scanner combined with technology the Russians should not have for decades. He walks in, luckily throughout this whole process no one has noticed me and I look past him to see the iconic white frizzled hair, and a old feeble man hooked up numerous tubes it was my great, great grandfather asleep. I figure the best course of action was to snap his neck, scratch that I'll just shoot him and thankfully the distraction 100 feet away from us would muffle it. Yet, I'm the one who gets shot without so much turning his head I spot the gun as I go down he smoothly turned his gun over his belly pointed at me while holding the syringe, I'm in so much pain and agony, I can tell from my Phd in biology I'm bleeding internally, that and the color of the blood, my grandfather starts to wake up finally you'd expect from all the noise but I guess they had him doped up. The Russian speaks, give me the device, Albert says so you've finally come Vasily, wait did he say Vasily? as in the famed Vasily Zaitsev the hero of the Soviet union who killed more than 300 Nazi soldiers with nothing more than a beat up old rifle? my vision begins to fade more. The noise is starting to melt together as well, I see the Rusian injecting my grandfather but he was prepared and brought up the appartus clearly seeing the anode/cathode, my first thought was cold fusion? he had managed to create clean boundless energy from room temperature? he activates it and the room or my vision goes white. I personally welcome it with open arms at this point two minutes ago I was in excruciating pain but now I feel numb, and oddly at peace. I see and hear my great, great grandfather for the last time finally accomplishing my mission, but not getting the closure or answers I needed. Dumme Schlampe Krankenschwester saugt mein Bankkonto, aber nicht meinen Schwanz.
