Chapter 2: Oh Shit what happened
Okay so way too much as happened and I don't know where to even start.
So I go on the plane and land in Scotland everything is fine, I go to report and they give me a photo of the terrorist I'm after, guy is connected to the bombings that happened in London last week and they feel he's in hiding in Scotland so he can return and do more destruction in Italy. Okay no big deal. I finding him like looking and taking photos or random landmarks. Well he did blow up buildings. I saw that I had a chance to take him out without any witnesses so I did. I happened to be near these weird stone. So I shot him got him in the shoulder good though where he can't move.
It was my goal I wanted to wound him not completely kill him at first.
I walk up to him with all my gear, I'm in full uniform, face camouflage, I literally look like I'm ready to go hiding for a week because I have to prepare for that at any given moment. I've had times where I'm living out in the wilderness for a couple days to a week trying not to get caught or be seen. With everything I carry it's roughly 80 extra pounds, some would say excessive but with how I've been trained and seeing it go south I know it's needed.
So any who, he's down and bleeding which i expected. I look around and nobody is around for miles. I walk over to where he is and take my silencer out and shot him in the head where he can see me. I truly don't need anyone to hear that, what I didn't expect was the pitching noise, and it feeling like it getting dizzy. I've killed a ton of people and for some reason I feel like I'm going to throw up. I decided to sit down and rest my head on the stone to figure out why I'm feeling this way.
I hear a bunch of gun shoots but it doesn't sound right, that's not a shotgun, or a rifle, or a hand gun. What the fuck is that. I get up and I see several men with long pony tails, nobody is allowed to have ponytails hit their collar yet alone a guy with long hair. Why I'm the hell do i have British re-enacted over here. This made me so annoyed. I look for the body and it's gone. Shit what happened, there's no way I was asleep, I look at my phone. Well it's searching for signal and the time hasn't changed so that's good. I get up and notice the road is gone.
Where the fuck did the road go? I see a bunch of trees and someone in uniform down below, he looks like he's peeing, I'm not talking to a bunch of fucking historical actors. I decide to avoid him and keep going. I see what looks like a Jacobite soldier. Wow they went all out for this. I'm already annoyed, I walk up to this actor asking for his supervisor.
He keeps talking to me in a thick Scottish accented supervisor, I get mad at him. Take me to who's in charge. I know he could tell I was annoyed. So I follow him to a little cabin that seems like it's dark inside.
As I follow him inside I see more of these soldiers, one younger one is on a bench looks like he pulled his arm out of his socket. I see the older guy who acts like he's in charge. I noticed they all have a stench 59 them, they must seriously take this acting shit seriously. He looks at me. "Your in charge?"
"Aye, lad"
"Where the fuck is his body?"
They all look at me confused. Like who are you taking about.
"Call your supervisor and end this reenactment shit"
"Reenactment?"
I loose it, "you boy don't want to piss me off, I was told this area was cleared of anything historical for 2 months, I'm on a fucking mission and now a terrorist body has gone missing."
Two of the men stiffen up.
"You gonna fight me, fight me. I'll teach you a lesson."
They all seem curious by my California accent almost like they don't understand where I'm from.
The guy on the table keeps moaning in pain, like he's hurt. I look over and it seems as if he's been hit by a bullet.
As I turn around I see the blood under his shirt and it looks as if he's been shots
" why is that a real bullet? Since when do historical actors use real black powder guns?"
The all look at me confused.
I grab my bag and pull out my safety kit.
I noticed I had two bottles of Jack Daniels bottles in my bag and no pain meds.
I grab the gear I have for getting bullets out and place them on the counter.
"It's gonna hurt. You want a shot?"
He looks at me as if curious. I hand him the bottle.
"Don't drink it all, or you'll owe me a new one"
He takes a shot and is taken back by the taste.
One of the other guys walks over and smells it.
I get working on his arm. I pull out the bullet. Sure enough it's a black powder one. I began to wrap it.
"Good news it's just a black powder bullet so there's that. Bad news someone is gonna loose a nut if you drink all of my Jack"
The older gentleman that looks like he's in charge looks at me and with a thick accent
"him being shot is a good thing"
"Well it would be more serious and probably a ton of paperwork on my ass if it's with one of these" I point to my M16 and than I start showing him where my hand guns are the 3 visible ones.
"Where did you get those?" A rough looking guy looks at me I could tell me was curious by the Jack but was afraid of my threat.
"Standard issue. I was sent here to do a job." They all look at me funny "Kill a terrorist. The one that's responsible for the London bombing, he was reported also going after Italy and Rome, we got a call he was caught hiding here in Scotland."
"I'm war chief for the McKenzie Clan, we don't hide terrorist. And we don't deal with the British"
I look at him funny.
"I'm not British, and he's a terrorist to the United Nations who is who called for his assassination"
The all relax knowing that I'm not British.
"Yeah well he's dead and now his body is missing so I'm in a load of shit if someone gets a hold of it. That doesn't know what's going on."
"What does he look like" one of them looks at me curiously
I pull out my phone and go through it to his picture and I show it to him "that's my mission"
They don't know how to respond to my phone.
"How did you stick someone in there? You said he was missing"
At that moment I knew something was wrong.
"What's today's date?"
"6th of April 1742" the one curious about the guns said
"Oh shit" I had to sit down.
"How the fuck did I find a way to travel back in time"
I was confused by all this and they all looked at me shocked.
"What year are you from?" The war chief asked me
"7th of June 2015"
"Your from the future on accident?" One of them looks at me.
"Yeah but no way to get home and at this rate if I don't get back to my exact timeline I'm fucked no matter what"
"Because of the body?" The one that is on the table I just helped.
"Yup" I say realizing my fate.
"We need to make up for lost time let's go" the war chief states
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