Now, I don’t want to sound like I’m full of myself, but there is a reason why we are considered to be an elite team. Nobody knows about us, and nobody needs to know about us. I would't even be surprised if most of our global leaders don’t know of our existence. Despite such anonymity, we still strive to keep time safe, one ghost at a time (period).
With that said, one of the most difficult parts of working a covert job is doing it, well, covertly. With more and more applicants for time travel visas, or even several time travel tour companies, Jerry, Anna, and I are finding that doing our job without being seen is extremely difficult. The same goes for Time Fighters; they are pretty cool, I guess, but I’d much rather be fighting ghosts than giving out tickets. Where’s the excitement in that?
This last trip into the fog took us to one of my favorite cities: San Francisco. I’m a sucker for tourist trips, but who isn’t, right? Don’t tell me you haven’t walked the Golden Gate Bridge, or at least 1/100 of it since it was expanded in 2045. At any rate, we jumped through the fog and found ourselves in 1989. Not just any day in 1989, but October 17, 1989. For those historians out there, this was the day of the major earthquake that rattled the World (yeah, right!) Series.
As we’re looking for some grisly old ghost, we end up running into trouble: Pacific Time Travel is taking a tour, and their “Great Deal” for today is the San Francisco Earthquake. You’d think that this wouldn’t be a problem, right? Well, us time travelers seem to stick out from the locals. It’s not like we have big noses, except in Jerry’s case.
We’re walking around the stadium, looking for the ghost, when Pacific Time Travel comes up behind us and starts trying to flag us down. Seeing as how we’re an elite team, we take off running. One, I may be a sucker for tourist traps, but I hate tourists. “Oh, can you take a picture of us?” “What’s that?” “How do you get to --“ How about using a timer, buying a good tour book, and looking at a map? Look at that, problem solved.
As we’re running, a glimmer catches my eye. Several officers are spaced out around the stadium and the tour. Not only are time tourists following us, but there are Time Fighters here, right now! I’m a gambling man, and these odds are just not in my favor. And that’s when I realize there’s something else going on. I have three guesses:
A) There’s a VIP on the tour
B) Someone’s up to no good on the tour
C) I have no idea
My vote’s for C, and that’s ourcue to get out of here. Forget the ghost, forget the mission, and forget the tourists. Some Time Fighter dweeb sees us running, and starts putting the word out to his buddies. As much as we prefer the fog, we used our DATTs for a quick getaway. With all the side effects that come with DATT, who wouldn’t want to walk through some fog?
You may be thinking that I can’t just let a ghost get away because that affects the future, right? Well, I’m still here, aren’t I? My guess is that the ghost was in 1989 trying to help someone, which is possible. I mean, he wasn’t there to cause any more damage than an earthquake, right? Or maybe he was and we’re all doomed. Either way, whatever.
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