[ WP ] You are an Associate of Time ( A.O.T ) and it is your job to make sure that the meetings of certain historical figures go ahead as planned . Only something is wrong with your most recent clients .

> Philadelphia, 1776 
 
 *Today's the day, * I told myself as I bounced out of bed. 
 
 *Today's the day that the Declaration of Independence gets signed! * 
 
 > I still could n't believe I'd been assigned this project. Sure, I'd stopped a rogue AoT from stealing the Mona Lisa in 1911, but that was really just dumb luck. So to be given the Declaration of Independence signing... Nothing could top that reward. 
 
 > Sure, most Associates got to visit momentous events eventually. My old colleague Henrick got to attend the Gettysburg Address. He'd even managed to sneak a recording even though it was expressly forbidden. I'd tell you what the actual transcript was but, well, I'd have to kill you. You know... We ca n't change history. 
 
 The lady next to me stirred in her slumber, still naked from the night before. 
 
 > Oh, right. Her. Yeah, I know I said we ca n't meddle with history. But, what the hell. Sleeping with some random whore - whoever the hell she is - is n't going to alter the timeline. 
 
 I quietly got dressed and hurried out of the inn. I had places to go. Things to do. Declarations of Independence to save. 
 
 > I do n't really even know if it needs saving, really. But time travelers love to try to alter history and it's my job to stop that from happening. So I'm fully expecting some National Treasure wannabe to be here ready to steal the Declaration fresh off the press. 
 
 I got to the courthouse early that morning and donned my suit. Of course, this is was no ordinary suit. The skin-tight suit's colors changed, making me completely invisible to the naked eye. Nobody would know I was here. 
 
 Eventually, people started funneling in. I restrained myself from walking up and shaking the hands of the legends in the room. Ben Franklin sat in the front and cracked a couple jokes at the start. As the assembly started, I sat in awe as John Hancock recited Jefferson's final draft. 
 
 And there it was. He picked up the feather and dipped it into the ink. John Hancock signed his name proudly on the parchment. 
 
 I shook myself to attention. If something were to happen, it would be now. I scanned all the signers as they walked up. Everyone was here like they should. No. Wait. That one from New York, William Floyd, is wearing a disguise. Same technology as my suit. I almost made a move to stop him, but he just signed the Declaration and walked off. He gave a knowing wink in my direction. 
 
 I almost approached him, but when I looked again, he was gone. I hurried out of the courthouse to figure out the problem. But that mystery was short lived as I returned to the inn to study my papers. 
 
 > You know how I said that `` sleeping with a random whore wo n't alter the timeline''? Oops. 
 
 There she was, outside the lobby fighting with who I can only assume was her husband. The real William Floyd. The real Floyd must have gone out looking for her and found her at the inn rather than attending the Signing. 
 
 I sneaked passed them and into my room. I gathered my paperwork and prepared to travel back a day. I may have fucked up the timeline, but I could fix this. I would sign the Declaration of Independence myself.
