A phone rings once, twice, till it’s picked up.
“Yes what is it?” A sleepy voice says agitated.
“Sir Imir, it’s about Flight 6.” A female voice on the other side.
“Flight 6? What is it.”
“It has been intercepted.”
“My god, the money?”
“Gone...”
The man sighs.
“Let me make a few calls...”

The line goes black.

Slowly the rumble of engines comes closer. A red ship screams across the deep blue sky. The hatch at the back slowly opens. “You sure about this?” A voice cracks through the radio. 
“Why not?” Another one asks, sitting in the cargo-bay.
“We’re flying with a speed over 600 Mp/H.”
“Don’t worry,” the man stands up,” I’ll be fine.”
“Okay then, lowering the shield on my mark.”
The man checks his equipment: mask, oxygen, parachute.
“Alright. In 5, 4, 3, 2...” The man braces himself. The sun reflects on his mask. Under it, a big grin. “...1.” It almost sounded peaceful. The man ran up to the hatch, into the light. The shield went down and he was sucked out. He dove to the planet, gaining speed. But all of a sudden everything around him slowed down. He gently came to a halt in mid air.  He looked around, surprised. A small disc appeared in front of him.
The man chuckled: “They do know when to pick the time.” He grabbed the disc. Time resumed its normal course. He spun down to the world and straightened himself to gain maximum speed. He cut through the air like a bullet. The planet was coming closer and closer. An alarm sounded. 
“Alright then.” He pulled the line on his right and a red parachutre opened. He floated down like a feather, steering himself to the landing-site. He gently came down on his feet and released himself from his artificial wings. He dropped his gear and reached for his mask. He slowly pulled it off. “This job does make your life interesting.” He said, letting go of his mask. “So what is it this time.” He grabbed the disc. It was small, no larger than your average coin. He searched for the opening behind his right ear. The disc went in and the data appeared in his mind.

Loading DOP 2.0 //
Identifying Operative: 57220 //
Goodmorning Mario,
Something unexpected happened. I was not foreseen by us, so its of great importance you investigate this matter. It’s about subject a-502.
The co-ordinates your receiving now are not far from your current position. I expect you to go there as quick as possible, but knowing you, you have some things to clean up first //
Data destroyed in 5..4...3...

The man looked at his chute and chuckled.
“Even they know where I spend my free time. What’s this Timeline coming to?”
He ejected the disc from his head and tossed it away.

2...1...//

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