What a Stitch
The world opened below him as though he were a god, and that was how Marcus liked to think of himself. At least, he did before being caught by security.
I should’ve moved faster! Turning to the security officer, Marcus pleaded, “You know as well as I do that if he’s assassinated, the world fall into chaos! Please! Let me go!”
Time Security Officer Reynolds glanced at him while keying the return coordinates into his wrist pad. “And risk our world not existing? You’re why I exist, pal. Now move!” He shoved Marcus through the time portal as it opened.