So
The Time Agency, it didn't live up to its expectations as people first thought
it would. Lot of feud behind it and it was standing on unsteady grounds. Quite
a bit happened behind the scenes they didn't let on about, which ten out of ten
we needed to know. They sent us on all sorts of mission all over time, some
dangerous some not so dangerous. You had to deliver the goods in the end or
else you never got your bounty or what you were entitled to. You needed to work
your way up the ranks, be top dog or they would just cross you off. I know that
now, looking back on it all, but I was young, didn't listen and just went my
own way. Actually nothing has really changed in that department. I still look
good, a little more experienced, only a grey hair that bugs me! I don't really
listen; I'd pay attention if I thought it was worth the time. Go in places guns
blazing – not waving. It's my way, or no way so take the high way - as the saying
goes.
Sometimes
you worked in pairs and the Agency always had a habit – a good habit at that –
of pairing yours truly with a certain John Hart, or John Hart with yours truly
– me. We had been good partners in every way you can think of so that meant good
for business, oh yes, need I say more? If I have to be honest with myself and
that is the only person I am honest with, John was my type of guy. He wasn't
afraid to flirt (a lot!) or say what he thought. We were both from the fifty
first century, we had similar views (at the time) and generally an awful lot in
common – back then, which I liked.
We
started to do a lot more together, mixing both business with pleasure. In fact,
it's safe to say we went out of control. Great sex, drink more than your average,
more sex, con someone, celebrate after with the winning, get stuck in a Time
Loop! Ah, I'm glad we've come to that. We spent what we thought was five years
in a Time Loop, which turned out to be just only two weeks. It was the longest
two weeks of my life and for the record John made a fantastic, fantastic,
fantastic wife.
Meeting
Captain John Hart was a bonus that leads to lust, that lead to disaster,
because I had met my match. I put trust into John that I never have dared to,
with anyone else before or after. I told him what I was looking to achieve with
finding my brother Gray. He told me he would help and he did for a while, but
he was committed into an alcohol rehab and I didn't hang around much after that
for him to finish the therapy. Oh and I'm so glad I didn't, he went onto a
further rehab for sex, drugs and murder! We made quite a team to begin with,
but we just drifted apart, we never stayed in touch, but one thing is for sure,
he didn't stop trying to find my brother. He got his hands on Gray first. More
about that later.
My
patience was wearing very thin with the Agency by now, they weren't feeding me
missions as they used to and I found out they took two years of my memory. Two
years! Ridiculous! I could have done anything and when I say anything, I mean
anything! I left the Agency shortly after, if not immediately after I found out
about the two years and became a rogue Time Agent, a Time Traveller, a con
artist! To that day till this I never found out what I did in those missing
years. I can think about it, but nothing comes back to me. I hope one day I
will find out.
Not
giving up searching, but putting my primary motives to the side for a while, I
started to have a lot more fun along the way. I got my hands on a beautiful
Chula Warship from a very gorgeous lady; I can't remember her name now. I took
the ship out on a test drive and like I told her I’d be back in five minutes –
heck, what she didn't know was that she'd be waiting for a very long time.
During
my late twenties and early thirties, I made numerous short trips back and forth
through time and space, most to World War II or Pompeii. For a self-cleaning
con man, those two times eras were brilliant for the way I dealt with things.
Don't forget to set your alarm clock for Volcano day. I picked up almost every
good, bad and the ugly habits and tricks in the trade as I went along, becoming
a confident con man and even though I say so myself, I was rather good at it.
My
con being – find some harmless, useless pieces of space junk, which I would
catapult through time and space. At this time I was still fuming with The Time
Agency so I targeted people working for them, or who I thought was working for
them. I let the nearest Time Agent track the junk back to Earth to some
turbulent time period – hence World War II and Pompeii. Once it had got some
travellers' attention, I would tell them that it was valuable rare warship and
offer to sell them the location. I convince them it's valuable, let them name
the right price. When they've put at least fifty percent up front, I would
always make sure that the unlucky punter turned up too late, so that the junk
would be destroyed forever buried beneath volcanic ash or blown up by Nazi
bombs.
So
basically I was performing various scams using my knowledge of future and past
events, such as demanding money for items that I knew would be destroyed before
the buyer could see it. Finding pieces of space junk and directing them to
soon-to-be disaster sites, I would sell them to passers-by, then allow the items
to get destroyed before the buyers could pick up their merchandise. The punter
never got to see what they paid for, never knew they've been had. I would then
buy them a drink, with their own money and discuss dumb luck. The perfect
self-cleaning con! After I would pocket the rest of the money and leave them
behind and strike it off as another successful days work.
I
told you before; I did things I'm far from proud of.
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Torchwood 2006
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