Novus Ordo Seclorum

"Sir, are you ready?" She spoke without blinking. Her all black attire hid any features that may have once caught my eye.

"Doesn't matter either way does it?" I remember feeling that my voice betrayed my appearance of confidence.

"Here's your Temporal Helm. I've gone through your training record and am confident I need not waste anyti--"

"Correct." I interrupted out of reflex of position, instinct, and the sheer weight of what lied before me. I was rushed for time and yet faced the reality of time being nothing more advanced than the mustard carpet of my bathroom.

"Step through here." She approached a large vault with massive locking bolts coming from every which way. She pressed her face up to a scanner and then poured a vile of something red into an intake. A loud sheering noise started toppling over us and the bolts began to rescind. Soon the door was agape. I walked through.

"I'll need no further assistance. I'll alert you when I'm finished."

There I was, a large empty room. So large and so barren the attempted comprehension of it made my knees buckle. I assumed it wouldn't be as debilitating the second go around. This time was different however, I was heading backwards.

I grasped the Helm with my wrinkled fingers. I recalled them being much more youthful before my previous jump. A few presses of the Helm, an L-Z-Boy Super Recline appeared in front of me. I didn't take time to enjoy myself or reflect last time. I wasn't going to let that opportunity pass me by again.

I thought of the mission ahead. The world is in chaos and I'm one of the few that has a chance to change that. The President is a monster, before they became as such they were behind the rapid arrest of Epstein. A fact many are still unaware of. This took away his opportunity to make the call that would release all the blackmail he had on everyone. This, truly, would have gotten me put away also. Things could have, should have, gone different. If the needle was threaded in a new way I would still be safe and the President would have never held such a title.

I rose from the recliner, pressed a few different buttons and a commercial jet appeared. I climb the stairs and found the correct row and the right seat. Another button press.

"Activating TTAR. Please take a deep breath out." The voice bounced around the seemingly infinitely distant walls. Ozone filled the air and sparks flew... Darkness. When my vision cleared I was there. I made the leap… back. Such a different move, so much more challenging, yet nothing feels changed.

My knees bumped the seat in front of me. I was momentarily distracted by an older lady setting across the aisle from me. She gripped her bagged cap and gown. I shook off the invasive thoughts. I had to focus.

"Epstein..." I said without looking to my left.

"Holy hell, how did I miss you, Slick!? Guess my mind was across the aisle" He said in his normal charismatic way. How I've missed this devil of a man.

"It's been awhile"

"Not really" he said with an uneasy laugh.

"So what’s the deal, wishing for an itch to scratch?" He knew me so well, he knew my needs, better than that hag of a wife did. It's been so long since I tasted youth... his words shake me with proof enough that the crutch still resides beneath me.

"I came with an ask, I need our files" I finally vomited up the request with a sigh of something besides relief.

"Yours?" He leaned back, head facing the ceiling.

"No" I answered nearly as fast as he asked.

"Okay, you know there is no backtracking here. Nothing ties back to me, there is enough to do them in though. Copies only."

I closed my eyes, memories I'll never again be able to re-live in the flesh storm my mind. He slips something in my jacket pocket.

"Didn't know you two were having issues." He smirked knowing we had them just unaware of what pushed me to such an edge.

“Not yet, but we will.” Images of what was to come painted the back of my eyelids. I pulled my hat down low and stood.

"Knowing our history Epstein, I'm sure we will meet again." I blinked rapidly in a poor attempt to hold back the inevitable.

"My bet is on the next life." He was right, No matter the amount of good I put into the world my sins will never be undone. My actions here may save the world, but will not save my standing in it.

I pulled out the Helm, its mirrored screen reflected a face I nearly had forgotten. A few presses.

...

"Open the locks." I said through the comm.

"Opening now sir. I hope it was a success." There was little doubt in my mind, I checked my pocket and there it was. Location and code. My past self would've pulled those files and leaked them to the world. History would have unfolded differently, I would stand as the silent savior to the world.

"I'll find out shortly" I answered as I walked through the door.

I snatched a remote off a stand nearby. Started flipping through the channels.....THE PRESIDENT.... IT... NOTHING CHANGED!

"How, what? That hag is still the president???!!" I collapsed to my knees...

"President, Sir!? You mean Lord Supreme Clinton?"