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John walked out of the church, his bible clasped in his hand at his side. This had been the sixth church he had gone to and it all still seemed so diluted. What happened to the church that actually came straight from the mouths of the ones who knew what was really going on. Those days when it wasn’t about selling the newest Christian literature or adding onto your building but was more about going out and worshipping the one true God and his son Yeshua? It was a question he asked himself every time he walked out of one of these buildings. The people were nice enough of course, a lot of them seemed to be genuine in what they thought they knew….but only if they really knew….
“Hello sir I noticed you in the congregation today..” The voice behind him sounded off, almost European….maybe… John turned around and saw a man who made his black leather jacket, jeans and t-shirt look like rags. The suit this guy wore was way worth more than the guy who was in it. Everything was black and shiny and his face looked rugged enough to be the next…what was that guy called again? James Bond?
“Um, yeah…I was just checking out some of the churches around here” John reached out to the man to shake his hand but before he could fully react the man grasped his hand hard and yanked up his left sleeve to reveal his Vortex manipulator. How did he even know he had one? Who was this guy? John looked into the man’s eyes, which had gone from confident to gloating in a matter of moments. His grip on Johns arm seemed to strengthen until he seemed to be sure enough that he had made himself clear.
“Who the hell are-“
“Who I really am is of no concern to you kid….or atleast you look like a kid. No, what I want is for you to take this.” The man infront of John pulled a piece of paper from his inner jacket pocket and offered it to John. It doesn’t take much to reveal the thoughts going through his head at that moment. Who was this guy and why was he now handing him a piece of paper after grabbing him and revealing something NO one should know about?
“I’m not taking that paper until you tell me who the HELL you are!” The man looked at him for a moment, gauging him, watching his every move. It was almost like stairing down one of his former Commanding Officers in the Legion. You did not break eye contact with your COs if they came to call. You gave them the respect they deserved and then let them make the first move. In the legion you were a pack of wolves fighting for the good of the Empire and that was all. Break any rule or break concentration and you would die for it. Not by the hands of your CO…but of course he might send you on a suicide mission…if you make it back, well then you officially knew better now didn’t you?
“Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet scis mulier magna est.” The words moved out of the man’s mouth with some difficulty but John knew them all too well. He watched the man for a moment, resisting the urge to reach for his gladius that was hidden in a secret sheath in his leather jacket. If he drew on this man he might regret it, it was better to fight smart then be bull headed. That was the way of Lupa and the way of Mars. Things still beaten in his brain no matter if he believed in the gods or not.
“Give me the paper then.” John reached out and grabbed the paper quickly from the man’s hand. The man seemed to smile, then bowed before walking away like nothing happened. What an odd moment, all of it happening in about five minutes….strange…
John looked down at the piece of paper and things just got even stranger as he read each line.
“Roman Exhibit, Museum of London, feel like being Nostalgic?”
Ashley sighs and looks at her reports, with a roll of her eyes she reads it.
Subject: John Martin Age: Undetermined Sex: Male Mission: Find and question as to how he came about the ability to time travel and determine whether he is a threat to humanity. Place of meeting: Roman Exhibit, Museum of London Leave as soon as you get this. When you meet him say these words: Ego sum a proeliator quod Ego sum a amicus , hic est meus vesica in amicitia. Once you say these words offer the blade you normally keep on you.
She sighs and fold the slip of paper and sets it in her jacket. She then stands and checks that she has her gun and dagger on her and then leaves her office. "Why would I need to greet this guy so formally? Why don't we know his age?" She shakes her head and then another though hits her like a freight train. "Why would I give him my dagger if I am trying to determine if the bloke is a threat?" She shakes her head as she exits the compound. Hopping into her UNIT issued car she drives down to the museum.
When she enters the museum she shows her ID to the desk worker and is waved through. She walks past her country's history with an air of indifference, she knew it so well the exhibits no longer hold her attention. Also dulling their charm is the fact that she now knows most of the history was caused by aliens and not totally caused by humans. She walks into the Roman exhibit and goes over to the statue of a Roman Centurion. She narrows her eyes as she looks at the oddly realistic statue. "They are getting to bloody good at this wax statue making." She scrutinizes the armor and sighs. "That sword and that armor would never have been on the same man." She shakes her head and chuckles. "Nope that sword would belong to a commander and that armor is a Legate's ceremonial armor. Who made this exhibit?" She chuckles softly to herself.
Growing impatient she returns her attention to the sword and the words she must say in Latin spring to her mind and she looks at the piece of paper. She grinds her teeth in frustration. "I am a Lieutenant, they should give me more than this to work off of." She looks around for someone who might be this John character. What really eggs her on is the fact they didn't even give her a picture to work off of. Any one of these men could be him and she'd never know. She sighs and leans against a column carved to look like one from ancient Rome. "O tempora o mores!" She mutters her favorite phrase by Cicero under her breath. A few patrons stare at her like she's crazy until a sharp glance from her sends them back into their own business.
John walked into the Museum and paid his way through the desk and security like everyone else. Whoever he was supposed to meet here was having him kind of go back in time it seemed. Every room was a time of British history he really didn’t know except from history books he had decided to go through after getting his memories back. Winston Churchill, The different kings and queens…all of it was both before and after his time, both future and past in his eyes. None of it really made sense to him, well, at least till he hit the area that seemed to bring back to many memories to count. Starting with the medieval areas. Seeing how people started to live after the fall of room made him wince. How had it gotten to this so quickly? What happened to the roads? The pluming? Why had it taken so long for people to rediscover running water and pluming?? He couldn’t even fathom such a thing. Yeah it was all a bit different now but back then it wasn’t like it was a hard ort complicated proses. Either way it all didn’t matter now.
John moved on through the different displays and people until he reached a room that was adorn with figures in mismatched Roman armor and different artifacts they had dug up all over England. What got him though was the depiction of Adrian’s wall they had. It seemed so surreal as he approached it that such a thing could only be rubble now. How many times had he stood on that wall, watching the world of the northern barbarian tribes? How many times had he seen those walls after coming back from a scouting mission? It seemed so weird now that it all was just…..gone.
Ashley sighs and paces in front of her column. She makes her way over to the replica of the Adrian's wall. She notes the other man next to her and chooses to ignore him while keeping tabs. She looks down at the sad remains of such a strong wall and shakes her head. "Sad isn't it. That such a noticeably grand wall should crumble to waste. So many lives forgotten." She shakes her head to clear it. Focus Ashley! You need to focus! She sighs and looks about. She looks once more at the guy next to her then has an idea. She whispers in an undertone "Es vos John Martin?" She silently thanks her lucky stars she had taken beginners Latin while she was in school. She smiles waiting for his response hoping it isn't to complex.
Johns head snapped to the side really quickly when he heard the words. They were slightly labored but it seemed to feel so good to hear his native tongue that he responded without even thinking.
“Ita sim, qui postulat?” John looked at the woman, she seemed bored, almost annoyed with where she was. Her stature seemed almost military as well, like she had how she moved and her stature programmed through repetition over and over in her mind. She was a programmed being, a person of habit….like he had once been. Whoever this woman was he hoped she was not his enemy, because if she was then they were about to destroy a large part of the countries Roman history through a very hard fight.
Ashley tenses as he answers. Either this man was well versed in Latin and happened to have the same name of the person she is trailing or this was that person. She is willing to bet her right sword it is the later. She carefully keeps her eyes level with the display as she answers him. "Postulabam, et est nomen meum responsum. Mihi nomen est Ashley sloan, sic et verbum dicere crimina. Ego sum a proeliator quod Ego sum a amicus , hic est amicitiam in herbis." As soon as she finishes the bit in Latin, hating how she stumbled on some of it making her sound so...unprofessional, she put her left hand into her right jacket pocket up near her right shoulder blade and drew out her hidden dagger. She then flips it in her hand and passes it to him hilt first.
As an added thought she turns her head to look at him and says blankly. "Hiscine meo oblatio?" Ready for a fight she tenses her arm in preparation to turn the offering into an offensive attack. She looks into his eyes steadily daring him to fight her. She was not here to banter words, she was here to complete a mission. She kept her hand steady and her mind clear, instantly she transforms from a board civilian to a trained army Lieutenant. Her back straightens, her eyes harden, her level of alertness sky rockets, this is what she is trained to do. She watches him with a steady eye as she waits for him to take the offering or deny it.
What John couldn’t see was what was happening with his eyes. Only one with keen sight could see his pupils dilating and retracting like a camera lens to get a good look at the woman who called herself Ashley. He had heard her words and even saw her pull out her knife, offering it to him. What he didn’t like however was after she asked if he would accept her proposal. She tenced and looked like she was ready for a fight, ready to kill him if he rejected….or was he springing a trap? John looked at her for a moment, feeling the heavy weight of his Gladius hidden in a secret sheath in his leather jacket as he thought for a moment.
“If you want to continue this we need to leave prying eyes.” He spoke in perfect American English as he turned and began to walk out and away from the Roman area. If this was going to happen then it was going to happen on his terms. He was the Roman, he had the power. HE would fight in and on anyone’s terms, but he would not yield to another, no matter what, not even if his beloved and fought for country was gone to the histories.
“If you want to continue this we need to leave prying eyes.” He spoke in perfect American English as he turned and began to walk out and away from the Roman area.
Ashley watches the man walk away in slight shock and a bit of anger. How dare he just walk away from her like that! She grinds her teeth and shoves her pride down her throat and walks after him. Her mission after all was to observe him not anger and kill him. She follows behind him re-sheathing her dagger and sighs, this was not going as planned, nope not at all. She is on edge not liking that he is leading and not knowing where they were going. However one thing is certain she was not going into a creepy alley with this guy without being ready to attack and defend herself if it was needed.
She mentally goes over the weapons she has on her person. "A dagger, a small gun in her left jacket flap, a knife in her boot, and a bottle of pepper spray. Her tazor is in her car dash, and her larger gun is in her car trunk, meaning both of those are useless to her at the moment. She then goes over strategies in her head, if he whirls to attack she'd have about two seconds to either roll to the side he whirls toward to get around him, or to hit the floor and throw her boot knife at him. If he leads her to an alley to attack her she is going to have to note walls, obstacles and things usable as a weapon. Finally she mentally sizes him up, this man walks with the confidence of one who knows the way of fighting, she sighs and continues to follow him noting anything she can use against him. At the moment, nothing is striking her eye.
John waited till they had gotten down the stairs of the Museum and had made it to a slightly exposed alcove at the front before turning back to the woman. Whoever she was and whatever she wanted he would make sure that it would be fully exposed if an attack came. However if she wanted to talk about something that no prying ears could hear they were in a place no one could listen. Something you learn as a kid when you’re trying to sneak a kiss with the girl you like but don’t want to make it apparent your hiding.
When he looked at the woman he noticed her hard look and the way she seemed to be trying not to hit him. She wanted this meeting and had sent some goon to get him, sorry if he was trying to make sure he wasn’t walking into a trap. This meeting would go by his terms, and if she didn’t like that then he could very easily leave.
“What do you want and why did you send some goon to “Invite me” To this little meeting. You could’ve done something else but disturb me while I’m at church.” His words weren’t harsh but slightly agitated and confused as he spoke them. What was all of this about and why was he being approached like this?
Ashley stares at her surroundings with a wary eye. She notes the strategic excellence of the area and feels a wave of intense respect towards him. Though none of this makes it to her face she knows she will not strike him. She relaxes her stance slightly to show him she is not going to fight as she answers his questions to her. "I sent no one, I was put on this case today." She stares at him. "My mission is to find and question as to how you came about the ability to time travel and determine whether you are a threat to humanity." She looks him in the eyes. "I have no quarrel with you unless you are a threat."
John watched her for a moment, watching how she seemed to relax because of they’re surroundings. If her words weren’t true she was a good actor because she seemed relaxed and even less irritated now that they were in the open. Good, because he needed answers to what the hell was going on.
“If that’s all you want then why send your goon to my church and have him practically threaten me? I’m not a threat to anyone but those who hurt me or those I care about.” He had been in Ancient Rome, Nazi Germany, helped Christians out of communist Russia and even fought in the Damning War, but no one had ever approached him like that guy had, and if John wanted to he would have killed the man right then….but of course…that was what the OLD John would have done. No, he had to be different now. He wasn’t who he once was.
“I got my Vortex Manipulator from a Time Lord. I’m from Ancient Rome. My real name is Preditus Filius Lupus of the Roman Legion stationed at Adrians wall.” He watched her for a moment, speaking these words low and casual like they were discussing the soccer match the day before. He couldn’t draw attention to them when he spoke these words, that was deffinatly NOT what he needed.
“If that’s all you want then why send your goon to my church and have him practically threaten me? I’m not a threat to anyone but those who hurt me or those I care about.”
Ashley sighs and rubs her hand through her hair, she really didn't know how to answer for that. "Look sir I can't say honestly why my superiors sent that bloke to you, however I can say it is not protocol to do what he did to you. I can also say it was not me who sent him. I am not responsible and not involved with that. As the saying goes don't shoot the messenger." She looks about as if checking for spies. "I am sorry they treated you in such a manner sir. I am horrified you were treated like that, if the person had been sent by me and done that I would personally see to it the person was punished in the most severe manner. That person was representing UNIT and now you most likely have a very bad view of us." She shakes her head and looks at him.
“I got my Vortex Manipulator from a Time Lord. I’m from Ancient Rome. My real name is Preditus Filius Lupus of the Roman Legion stationed at Adrians wall.”
Her eyes widen briefly then she nods and resets her face to a neutral setting and nods stiffly once more professional. She salutes him once showing her respect towards him by saluting first. "Thank you sir, I will put in a good report stating you are not a..." Suddenly the ground shakes like an earthquake had hit then the world goes dark as she is flung across the room to hit a pillar with a loud thunk.
When she comes to the world spins and she has to steady herself before getting up. She looks at the room and frowns the room is completely empty except for a few bodies and unconscious people. She goes from body to body trying to get a handle on what had just happened. When she gets to the door her jaw drops, they had been transported in time, the ENTIRE museum had been sent back in time. Her eyes sweep across the empty plains when a thought occurred to her why had the few unconscious people and her been left with the dead? She sighs as she tries to identify the time period. "When are we?"
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