Sam and John stood resolute and unyielding in the face of their adversaries. Their mission hadn’t gone quite as they’d imagined it, and Sam was at a loss as to when it all went down hill. Was it when the Unsanctioned army captured him? Was it when the drop ship was hit by anti air craft fire on their strafing run, forcing them to make an emergency landing within the enemies’ territory? Was it when the Cafeteria ran out of apple pie at breakfast? Or was it when John threw that ball at his eye the night before? He couldn’t be sure. What he did know was that it had gone pretty far south in what felt like an instance.
One of the unsanctioned armies interrogators punched Sam, knocking him from his seat. He fell hard to the floor as the wind was knocked from his lungs. John growled from his place in front of the large light of interrogation.
“What’s wrong, boy?” the interrogator asked, wiping Sam’s blood from his knuckles. “You’d rather I did it to you?”
John glared at the man, unmoving.
“It was his own fault. He should have answered my question.” The interrogator moved around to Sam and lifted him and his chair up. Blood trailed behind the soldier from an injury he had sustained on the back of his head. It didn’t hurt, he couldn’t even feel it, but that only meant it was bad. “I’ll ask you again, friend. If you don’t answer this time, you will be shot. Ok?”
Sam stared up at the man standing over him. He spat the blood that had built up in his mouth at the man and then spat the excess onto the floor. “Screw you.” He growled.
The interrogator wiped the blood from his face and smiled. “Very well. I guess I don’t need you anyway.” The interrogator took from the table a portable time travel device. It was Sam’s it had been confiscated upon his capture. The interrogator strapped it to the storytellers wrist and pulled out the battery pack. “now theres only enough battery power for one trip.” The interrogator smiled. He keyed in a date, though neither John nor Sam could see what it was.
“You’re not going to… That’s illegle!” John protested, realizing that the Unsanctioned interrogator was about to time drop his friend and ally. The interrogator gun butted the soldier across the face, sending blood flying from his mouth, onto the pale walls.
“Who cares? It’s not like anyone’s ever going to know, is it?” The interrogator smiled and raised his gun to Sam’s chest and fired.
The hot steel entered his body, dealing him a new kind of pain. A pain he had never experienced. He gasped for air… and then he was gone.

Sam hit the floor of an old English flat with a loud bang. He was in such pain that he could never have imagined before now. The pain was crippling, almost enough to stop him, but he had to move. He only had a few minutes of life left.
The soldier fell forwards, stumbling from the room. He staggered into a hallway and dropped to his knees. Sam growled and shook his head, as if telling Death that he was not ready yet. He got to his feet and staggered into another room. He had to be away from the jump zone before he could jump back or it would automatically take him straight back. It was lucky that the interrogator had not dealt with the new issue jumpers yet, they had enough emergency power for four jumps with or without batteries, or two jumps with a passenger.
He staggered forwards, noting on some level that he wasn’t alone. He fell to the floor and layed on his back.
A voice came to Sam’s mind. “It’s all right” the voice said. “In a moment you won’t feel the pain. The Blitz is happening outside. Soon, there won’t be anything.” Sam’s eyes widened. The interrogator had sent him to the 2022 blitz of London. He reached across his chest to the time travel device, he stopped. It hurt so much. He couldn’t breath.
“You see…” the voice said. “… It is over.”
The UNA soldier reached across to his wrist and pressed the home button moments before the missile hit. There was a flash and he was gone from that place… and he may have brought someone with him.