1 comments/ 11243 views/ 1 favorites TMA: Agent 99 and Agent Crystal By: TE999 'The Man Who Collected Time' Hello and welcome to my readers. Thanks for your votes and comments on my previous stories. For those of you unfamiliar with the adventures of the Temporal Management Agency's time traveling agents, all are listed in the Chain Story category under TMA. A new 99/Crystal adventure will be appearing soon. Enjoy. --------------------------------------- Rhada Nuveen stopped her Segway at Agent 99's door. She normally sent an encrypted message detailing an agent's new assignment to their living quarters, but this one she wanted to deliver herself. When she pressed the autolock button, the door swung open. Derek and Crystal lay naked on the bed. Her legs wrapped around his waist. A sheen of sweat on their bodies and the aroma of mingled fluids indicated they had just made love. Rhada stared for a moment, transfixed by the erotic tableau as her own desires stirred within her. How long had it been since ...? "Good morning Madam Director," said Crystal, seeing her standing in the doorway. "Good morning Rhada," Derek added. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?" Crystal spread her legs as Derek lifted from her body and lay beside her. Rhada swallowed hard, her pussy moistening as her eyes traveled over the bodies of her most effective agents. Derek's thick cock was still hard and Crystal's pussy glistened, her nipples erect on her jutting breasts. Crystal saw the look of desire on Rhada's face and the flush creeping over her cheeks. "Would you care to join us Rhada?" she purred seductively, stroking Derek's cock. "Always room for one more," he added. Rhada's mind whirled. Being the TMA's Director, she maintained a necessary air of aloofness to insulate her from any relationships with her agents. The death of her lover Agent 27 five years ago had compelled her to resist any further involvements; but in spite of that, she had her needs as any other woman. She closed the door and walked to the bed, removing her clothes as she went. Derek and Crystal moved apart and she crawled between them, sighing as their hands caressed her olive skin and their mouths found her stiff nipples. Derek's lips covered hers in a passionate kiss as Crystal continued sucking and licking her trembling body. Rhada moaned as fingers entered her wet pussy followed by a wiggling tongue. Derek's velvet cock head brushed her lips and she sucked him in eagerly, the intoxicating taste of cum and pussy juices filling her mouth. Hips rising, she thrust her pussy against Crystal's devouring mouth as Derek's cock fucked down her throat. In a flurry of movement they changed positions. Derek's cock filled her pussy and Crystal straddled her face, lowering her dripping slit to Rhada's mouth. Rhada sucked eagerly on Crystal's labial lips, tasting her tangy juices as Derek's hands gripped her ass cheeks, his thrusts sinking his thick meat deep in her pussy. Ohhh...so good...fuck me...cum in my mouth...Ahhhhh...yesss! Crystal gripped the headboard and ground her pussy on Rhada's face, the lips and tongue of her new lover driving her wild. She squealed in pleasure as Rhada worked a slippery finger into her puckered hole, pumping hard. Derek pounded Rhada's gripping pussy, her velvet walls engulfing his cock. Sweat beaded on his face as he strained to hold back until she achieved release. He felt her body stiffen and he knew she was close. Rhada licked and sucked furiously on Crystal's sopping pussy, gasping moans telling her that her lover's orgasm was imminent. Derek's cock head pushed against Rhada's cervix and she came explosively, her shrieks of joy muffled as Crystal came in her mouth, howling in pleasure. Derek moaned as he shot thick jets of cum into Rhada's spasming pussy. He lay back and watched the women move easily into a 69, Rhada on top, licking and fingering each other into a second orgasm. His cock stiff again, he moved behind Rhada, gripped her hips and entered her with a single thrust, making her gasp. Crystal continued to lick Rhada's pussy and Derek's cock, as Rhada's tongue wiggled in her gooey slit. The room resounded with the sounds of flesh slapping together, slurps, moans and little shrieks as they worked each other into a frenzy of lust. One by one they erupted in mind-numbing climaxes; Derek's cock filling Rhada's pussy with cum as the women mouths overflowed with the others sweet juices. Sighing and panting they sank in an exhausted heap of satiated flesh, Rhada lying between Derek and Crystal as they savored the post-orgasmic glow and exchanged soft kisses. "I must begin delivering more assignments in person," Rhada sighed as the agents caressed her. "That was glorious, thank you both." "Visit us anytime," Crystal replied, stroking Rhada's pert breast. "You have a delightful body." "Perfect for loving," Derek added, nuzzling Rhada's neck. "Before you two take me again," Rhada said with a smile, "We need to discuss your new assignment. The Time Tech's have encountered what they describe as surrogate anomalies in the timeline. Historical events through the ages are being replaced with intricate 3-D holograms virtually indistinguishable from the actual occurrence. The technology is such that only the Rectifier's can be responsible. As it is so often the case, their motives are a mystery; however these thefts must be stopped before the fabric of the time skeins are weakened." "Where are these time segments now?" Crystal asked. "The techs have followed secondary angstroms from the stasis fields to their nexus in the mid 20th Century; an island in the Hawaiian chain called Oahu and a place called Pearl Harbor. The year is 1941, the date December 4th. You must move quickly, as the nexus moves erratically within the time stream and how long it will be there no one knows." "Furthermore, this Pearl Harbor will be attacked by an enemy utilizing battle tactics and weapons of the period within a three day time span." "You must complete your mission before the nexus moves and the attack begins. Are there any questions?" "May we take our own weapons?" 99 asked, "Or utilize weapons of the period?" "Your micro disruptors will be activated, plus you may take whatever weapons you choose that are molecularly reduced." "Battle Axe," said Crystal. "Saber," 99 added. "You will be HypnoBriefed and garbed in period clothing," Rhada continued. "Transfer at 0900 hours tomorrow." "Now" she purred, "are we ready for another round of loving?" Derek slid between Crystal's thighs and entered her with a single thrust. Rhada straddled Crystals head and lowered her pussy to her lover's eager mouth. Moaning and sighing they pleasured each other for hours, and then fell into an exhausted sleep. *** 99 and Crystal emerged from a time portal into an aircraft hangar redolent with the smells of disuse and decay. Several ancient aircraft covered with dust stood about on the hangar floor, their fabric covered wings and fuselages in tatters. 99 wore the uniform of a Lieutenant Colonel in the Army Engineers, Crystal the uniform of a Major in the Army Nursing Corps. These uniforms had been selected by the Looking Glass Chamber Techs as the least conspicuous, yet elevated enough in rank not to be challenged by most of the personnel at the base. Finding a door, they emerged into a lush paradise. Exotic flowers and plants grew in verdant splendor under a cloudless, azure sky. They were in a seldom used area of Wheeler Field, a US Army base for pursuit planes intended for the protection of Pearl Harbor. A few minutes of walking put them in the heart of the army installation, returning salutes and occasionally giving them. After asking directions, they entered the Officers Mess, drew mugs of coffee and sat at a table near a wall so they could observe the room. "I've activated the tracking sensors, but there's not a trace of stasis field signatures within a thirty mile radius," Crystal muttered. "Could the techs have put us in the wrong place?" "I've never known them to miss a target by that great a distance," 99 replied. "Wherever their location, the Rectifiers have equipped it with maximum shielding. We'll need to determine where it may be by more conventional means." "Meaning what exactly?" "Examining printed matter; maps, blueprints, diagrams, that sort of information; let's go find it." *** "There's Base Headquarters building," Crystal said. "It's my guess what we want is in there." 99 nodded in assent and they walked inside. Finding an office with the words 'Records and Documents' stenciled on the door glass, they entered and a man seated behind a desk wearing Corporal's stripes snapped to attention. "At ease Corporal," 99 said amiably. "I'll need to see the blueprints and maps of the field's installations. We're constructing concrete revetments for the new P-40's." "I'll need to see your security clearance sir," the soldier replied. "That information is classified." Crystal's brow furrowed and the man resumed his seat at his desk, staring forward with a bemused smile on his face. "He'll be out for an hour at least. See what you can find, I'll keep watch." 99 grinned, blew her a kiss and disappeared into the storage rooms. Close to an hour had passed and Crystal saw the soldier begin to emerge from his hypnotic state. She was about to put him under again when 99 emerged, rolls of blueprints under his arm. "Found what we're looking for. Let's find someplace private and study these." As the office door closed the corporal jerked awake, remembering nothing of his visitors. *** Secure in a room in the Visiting Officers Quarters, 99 and Crystal pored over the drawings of the airbase, finding nothing that appeared to be a potential location for the Rectifiers hideaway. Then Crystal saw something odd on a diagram of the runways and hangars. "Derek, what's the Forward Echelon? There's a notation on this diagram and an arrow pointing northeast, nothing else." "I don't recall seeing any references to that in any of these blueprints...wait a minute...here it is." He studied the drawing for a moment. "I think this may be it. A man-made cavern cut into the base of Aliamanu Crater intended to be a command post in the event of an invasion. It's below fifteen feet of rock and is fairly deep. That has to be where they are." Crystal stretched luxuriantly and began removing her uniform, followed by her bra and panties. She turned down the bedclothes and stretched out, her whitish blond hair spilling over the pillow like a cloud. "All that walking made my feet hurt; will you rub them for me my love?" 99 grinned and undressed quickly. Crystal was the only TMA agent to have ever bested him in training pentathlons; her feet were as toned as the rest of her sensuous body. It was one of the many love games they played, teasing and exciting each other until they could take it no longer and had white hot sex. She sighed and spread her legs as he rubbed one foot, then the other, licking her instep and sucking her toes. He began kissing and licking along her calves, then along the creamy skin of her inner thighs. Crystal writhed and gasped as his lips and tongue drove her wild. He licked up to and around her bare pussy, flicking her labial lips then moving tantalizingly away while she moaned in passionate frustration. He continued to deny her the pleasure she craved until her body shook with need, then sucked her pussy and drove his tongue deep into the satiny folds as she screamed in delight. He captured her swollen clit in his teeth, lashing it with his tongue as his fingers entered her, seeking her g-spot. Crystal gripped handfuls of the sheets as she ground her soaked pussy against 99's devouring mouth, her moans as loud as shouts. He gripped her ass and sucked her labial lips in his mouth, tonguing her out, filling his mouth with her gushing fluids. Her body jerked spasmodically and he knew she was about to orgasm. He wormed two fingers into her puckered asshole and she exploded, jetting warm fluids into his mouth, shrieking with joy and release. He continued to pleasure her until she had a second violent orgasm and lay gasping, eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling. He cradled her in his arms, kissing her forehead as her breathing returned to normal. Her blue eyes fluttered open and she smiled. "That was wonderful Derek, you always make me cum so hard. I love you." "I love you too Crystal. Each time we make love is like the first time, and it keeps getting better." "Now it's my turn handsome," she replied, flipping him on his back and sucking his cock deep in her mouth. He lay back and sighed as her tongue swirled around the velvet head and the pillar of flesh. Her throat muscles contracted tightly on him and he cried out in pleasure, her head bobbing rapidly as she wordlessly urged him to fuck her in the mouth. He gripped her head, lifting his hips to her mouth and filling it with his thick meat. She took it all, never stopping licking and sucking him, gripping his ass cheeks as he rammed her mouth. An agonized moan told her he was about to cum, so she sucked harder and thrust a finger in his asshole to stimulate his prostate gland. He howled and erupted in her mouth, blasting ropes of sticky cum down her throat that she eagerly swallowed. After a final spurt he fell back on the bed, panting. Crystal snuggled up to him and they kissed, tasting each other on their lips and faces. In moments they were asleep, snoring softly. *** "What a lovely way to wake up," Crystal laughed, bouncing happily on 99's cock. She dangled her breasts in his face as he sucked her nipples twisting her clit against his wiry pubic hair, her vaginal muscles clasping him like a velvet fist. They thrust harder against each other, pelvic bones slamming together as they neared and then achieved mutual climax, their cries of passion muffled by a grinding soul kiss. After hugging and enjoying the afterglow, they showered together with much tickling and teasing then donned their uniforms and went to breakfast. Finishing their meal, they lingered over coffee and discussed their attack plans. Obtaining a jeep from the motor pool, they followed a series of increasingly rough roads covered with broken seashells until they reached the Forward Echelon. There were no guards or fencing, only a pair of massive steel doors with smaller doors at their base. 99 parked the jeep in a clump of trees overgrown with vines and they went to examine the door. "A simple but strong tumbler lock," 99 muttered, his micro disruptor disintegrating the inner workings leaving the outer plate intact. A twist of the levered handle, a squeal of unused hinges and they were inside. A flick of a switch and lights in the high ceiling flared into life, illuminating a tunnel cut deeply into the living rock. "Detector's going off the scale," Crystal said excitedly. "We're right on top of some powerful stasis field generators. They must be huge to encapsulate whole historical events. There's secondary radiation too. Their reactor must have a flaw in it's shielding. Not enough to be harmful for a short period though." "Let's see where this tunnel leads," 99 replied. "It may be a decoy and the real access point's somewhere else." They walked cautiously down the tunnel, electronically heightened senses attuned for the slightest sound or movement. Numerous rooms were cut into the tunnel walls, the steel doors open revealing rows of tables and desks, map boards, telephones, chairs and other equipment; all coated with a thick layer of dust. "I don't think anyone's been in here in years..." Crystal began, and then they saw a second pair of steel doors blocking their path. 99 tried the handle on the smaller access door and it opened easily. They moved through warily, but only encountered more of the tunnel. "There's something odd here," 99 said. "Given the depth of this tunnel we should be inside the crater wall by now, but we're only going deeper and yet we're still level..." "Very perceptive of you Agent 99," a voice boomed out of nowhere. "You are in fact no longer in the tunnel; rather you are in an encapsulated skein of time and in my domain." Instantly, they were surrounded by a squad of Rectifier cyborgs leveling blast rifles, their synthoflesh skins gleaming in the lights. "If you two would care to partake of my hospitality," the voice said with a chuckle, "I would like to show you my collection. Bring them here!" Prodded by a blast rifle, Crystal spun about in a fury and kicked it from the cyborgs hands. 99 kicked at a cyborgs leg, knocking it down. They dove for the floor as the ones remaining fired mindlessly and, since they were in a circle, destroyed each other. 99 grabbed two rifles, tossed one to Crystal and they ran back to the door where they entered. Finding it locked, they ran further down the tunnel seeking a place to hide. Seeing an open door, they rushed through it into a dome shaped room with multicolored walls constantly shifting into different shapes. "Welcome to my playroom," the voice said. "Excuse my manners, I must greet you personally." One wall irised open and a cadaverous man with a bald head emerged sitting in a floating chair. "Allow me to introduce myself," he said as he neared where they were standing. "I am O'Neill Jorgenson." 99 snarled an oath and fired from the hip, Crystal fired a split second later. The man laughed as the energy bolts were absorbed by the chairs force field. "How rude Derek and Crystal, I offer you my hospitality and you attack me. Those rifles and your internal weapons are now useless." Two cyborgs appeared behind them carrying chairs. "Please be seated. We have much to discuss." "Jorgenson?" 99 said throwing down his weapon, Crystal following suit. "You can't be him. He's dead. He was killed along with six Time Techs when the third experimental Time Portal imploded in 1996." Jorgenson laughed again, "So that's the story now? How I heroically died in the early experiments? Far from it I assure you. The portal did implode and the techs did die, but I did not. I was kept alive until I fully recovered, then I set about my work once more." "Then why are you listed as dead?" Crystal asked. "After the accident, I suddenly realized that many events in human history were misdirected and did nothing to advance the perfectibility of humankind, therefore I proposed to my colleagues that we return to those events and alter them. Naturally they refused. Jasper and Turgenyev are deluded fools. I became increasingly annoyed that they could not see things that I felt needed to be done, so I assembled all the existing information on time travel technology and simply disappeared into the time stream. Finding like-minded persons elsewhere in time, I organized a concerted effort to right the wrongs of history and thus the Rectifiers were born." "I suppose you are the Ultimate Overlord of the Rectifiers mentioned in captured information?" 99 said. "At your service," Jorgenson replied. "A pretentious title I will admit, but I do have my little conceits." He frowned, "Now what shall I do with you?" "Engage us in fair combat?" Crystal said wryly. "Alas my age and infirmities preclude that option," Jorgensen chuckled. "Were I but younger...but never mind. I could modify you two into cyborgs, place irradiation bombs inside your bodies and have you detonate in TMA's headquarters...but that is so crude and it would destroy valuable equipment. No, I have something more interesting in mind for you. You will be placed in Sensory Deprivation Tanks and driven slowly insane, then I shall use your shattered minds and intact bodies as I see fit." "We've both experienced the Tanks," Crystal sneered. TMA: Agent 99 and Agent Crystal "Ah, but not like this," Jorgenson replied. "I have captured the final moments of your deaths and looped them in HypnoTraining programs. You will experience your death agonies repeatedly until your minds snap under the strain and then you shall be reprogrammed to become my acolytes." "Other agents will be on your trail," 99 said. "They'll bring you down." "I shall deal with them as I dealt with you," Jorgenson replied wearily. "You have become boring." He gestured to a squad of cyborgs. "Away with them, when everything is ready into the tanks they go." "Wait a minute," 99 barked. "Why are you stealing historical events from time?" Jorgenson laughed, "Because I intend to alter them in subtle ways to affect their outcomes as I first intended, including the imminent attack here at Pearl Harbor. Then human history will progress as I think it should. The next time we meet you will serve me and do my bidding." His chair spun around and carried him through the wall opening where he had emerged. *** "I thought we had them there for a minute," Crystal muttered, gingerly touching a swelling lump on her forehead. "There must be hundreds of them," 99 replied, dabbing at a shoulder wound with a handkerchief. "We gave them a hell of a fight though." He grimaced, "Jorgenson's gone off the rails, a real megalomaniac." Crystal looked around at their featureless enclosure. "It's not going to be easy to break out of here. Any ideas?" "I was never good at solving locked room murder problems...wait a minute, there was something Jorgenson said about converting us into cyborgs. I wonder if these warriors of his were once human." "It did feel like I was hitting human skin, either that or upgraded synthoflesh. What do you have in mind Derek?" "I'm thinking if we can lure our guards in here and divert their attention, we can take them out with our edged weapons, capture Jorgenson and put history back." "What sort of distraction do you think would be the most effective?" "Having sex. If these cyborgs are partially human they may become aroused and decide to get a closer look. If it doesn't work, we'll have enjoyed each other one more time before they puree' our brains." "Then what are we waiting for?" They undressed quickly and lay on their clothing, kissing and caressing. In seconds they were writhing against each other, Crystal rubbing her wet slit on Derek's hard cock as they kissed passionately. He rolled on his back pulling Crystal on top. A twist of her hips and he was inside her. She began rocking back and forth as he thrust upwards, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. She gripped his shoulders to impale herself harder as his hands on her ass pulled her to him. Moans, groans and little shrieks echoed in the chamber as their lovemaking became more frantic. The sight of a couple making energetic love proved irresistible to the machine men. The cell door irised open and one by one the guards filed in to watch the erotic coupling. Crystal looked up to see noticeable bulges in the pelvic areas of the cyborgs skin tight black uniforms. Several were staring transfixed at the sight before them. "Fuck me harder," she whispered in Derek's ear, "I think it's working." "I had forgotten what it was like to be with a woman," the Guard Captain droned. "As have I," the Guard Sergeant replied. "It is quite stimulating." Several of the guard troops began jerking uncontrollably, smoke coming from their mouths, noses and ears. One by one they crumpled to the ground and lay still, eyes staring blankly. "Sensory overload Captain. They have become unstable and will need to be reprogrammed." "Agreed. Those Mark II models were always inferior...urk." The Captain's voice ceased abruptly as Crystal's battle axe severed it's head from it's body, followed by 99's saber nearly slicing the Sergeant's body in two. The creatures crumpled, yellowish ichors gushing from their wounds. Dressing hurriedly, 99 and Crystal picked up the guards blast rifles and peered out the cell door. A featureless hallway stretched in both directions. "Which way, lover?" Crystal said. "I'm getting faint indications of radiation leakage to the left. Let's go that way." They ran down a seemingly endless hallway, seeing and hearing nothing; even their shoes made no sound on the floor. 99 paused at an intersection, and then ran to the right, Crystal beside him. He stopped before a blank wall. "It's here. The reactors here. We'll have to force the entrance open.' Crystal pressed a button on her rifle for full automatic and peppered the wall with energy blasts. There was a loud whine and a round entrance door opened. Inside was a glowing photo-atomic generator encased in a radiation absorbing force field. "Here's the power that's keeping the stasis fields in place. We disable this and the historical events return to where they belong." "One nutcracker coming right up," Crystal chuckled, removing her earrings and screwing them together. She threw the bomb toward the force field where it clung. "I set it for 30 minutes. Let's go find that maniac before he gets away." *** Jorgenson was considering his next chess move when alarms began howling and a cyborg Major came running into his study. "The prisoner's have escaped. My men were overpowered. The prisoner's have four fully charged blast rifles." "I grow weary of these interruptions," Jorgenson snapped. "Suspend game, computer. Find them and kill them, Major. Activate all available units. Ready my escape sphere. I will not be taken alive by those fools at the TMA." The cyborg saluted and ran out the door. *** "Crystal! Grenade!" Crystal swung her battle axe and batted the metallic ovoid back toward the squad of cyborgs that had them trapped. The grenade exploded with a piercing whine, sending a concentrated burst of anti-neurons into the guards. They fell writhing to the floor, their muscles out of control. Pumping energy bolts, 99 and Crystal rushed the position to find their opponents contorted and unmoving. Picking up newly charged rifles, they cautiously explored the room, examining the unfamiliar equipment. "This must be some sort of a controller for the stasis fields," Crystal said, stopping before a console with a huge photon screen and a variety of oddly shaped toggles. "Must be," 99 replied. "There's at least fifty of them. The operators must be searching for us too." He activated his retinal clock. "Ten minutes until detonation. Let's get a head start sending history back where it belongs." He fired into the console, which began sparking and humming. The screen flashed red and a vibration shook the room. They began destroying each console, the room vibrating with the collapse of each stasis field. Suddenly a platoon of cyborgs rushed into the room, rifles spitting at the agents. 99 tipped two consoles on their sides as cover. Crouching down they returned fire, hitting several of the guards before they could conceal themselves. "Five minutes to go," 99 said, carefully sighting and firing to save what charges remained in his weapon. "When that reactors shield goes and the core melts down, this chronobubble will vanish," Crystal replied. "I hope were outside in real time, otherwise..." Her thought was interrupted by several cyborgs charging their position. Several fell to the agents withering fire, but four managed to leap over the consoles and engage in hand to hand combat. A rifle barrel slammed against 99's head, sending him reeling. A cyborg fired at him, missing by inches. Another jumped on him and they struggled on the floor. The cyborgs rifle wavered as it attempted to shoot 99 and not hit the trooper. It finally saw an opening and fired, but 99 blocked the bolt with his attacker's body. A second later the shooters chest flew apart as 99's snap shot struck. Crystal slammed her rifle's butt into one cyborgs jaw, hearing a satisfying crunch. A blast bolt from her second attacker struck the battle axe in her belt, deflecting it but knocking her off balance. Lunging forward, the cyborg fell with the axe between it's eyes as Crystal fired at the other one, it's head exploding. "You okay lover?" Crystal asked worriedly as 99 arose from the floor, flinging the cyborgs body to one side. "Other than my head ringing like a bell, I'm fine," he replied. "Let's grab fresh rifles and find Jorgenson before this place..." A thunderous roar shook the room as the lights flickered and dimmed. The walls wavered and held as the agents raced down the corridor, jumping over fallen cyborgs, their neurotransmitters smoking. Then they were in Jorgenson's study, the once colorful walls a featureless gray. Jorgenson was seated in an opalescent sphere, the cyborg Major beside him at a control panel. 99 and Crystal's blast bolts glanced harmlessly from the sphere and Jorgenson laughed. "You may have thwarted my plans this time," he raved. "But when we meet again, things will be vastly different and I will have my revenge. Take us away from here, now!" "Yes sir, immediately!" There was a sound like a gigantic bowstring being plucked and Jorgenson's hideaway disappeared. Shielding their eyes from the morning sun, 99 and Crystal found themselves next to an airfield runway among olive drab P-40 pursuit planes lined in neat rows. A Mitsubishi Zero fighter dove down, raking the line of aircraft with machine gun and cannon fire, setting them ablaze. A rumble of explosions came from the direction of the harbor, the attack had begun! 99 and Crystal dove headlong into a ditch as bullets and cannon shells whizzed around them, the heat from the exploding planes singeing their uniforms. The Zero did a climbing turn about and dove in for another pass, engine roaring and guns spitting. Jorgenson's escape sphere suddenly rose from between the burning planes into the Zero's gunfire. Struck repeatedly, it rocked and shuddered under the impact, rose unsteadily and soared into the air towards the harbor. From the safety of a cement storage shed, the agents watched as the spheres occupants fought for control. It flew directly into the maelstrom of attacking planes, exploding bombs and battleships erupting in geysers of flame; disappearing into a roiling column of black smoke. 99 saw an undamaged 4X4 supply truck across the runway and they ran to it before more planes attacked. The engine started and they drove at top speed toward where they thought was their pickup point in the old hangar. Crystal heard a roar, turned and saw an Aichi Type 99 dive bomber swooping at them, machine guns chattering. 99 twisted the wheel, zig-zagging to avoid being hit. Crystal knelt on the floorboard and steadied her blast rifle on the seat back. She fired an energy bolt into the radial engine which exploded, sending the plane crashing to the asphalt runway in a gout of flame. "There's the hangar," 99 yelled. "Get down and brace yourself. I'm ramming our way in." The speeding truck tore through the flimsy hangar door, slamming into an ancient biplane with a squeal of brakes. "Headquarters," Crystal barked into her communicator implant. "Two to pick up and hurry, we're under attack." "On it's way," a Time Tech's voice buzzed in her ear. Seconds later a Time Portal appeared. They jumped into it as a 500 lb bomb plummeted through the hangar roof and exploded, reducing the structure to smoking rubble. *** "The Techs have confirmed that all historical events have returned to their places in the Primary Timeline," Rhada said as Derek hugged her and Crystal to him. "I'm mad that we didn't catch Jorgenson," Crystal replied disgustedly. "This means the Rectifiers will still be plaguing the Time Continuum." "How could a brilliant mind like his become so warped?" Derek added. "That implosion must have affected his brain." "For all our advanced medical knowledge, that was something we couldn't detect during his rehab," Rhada explained. "As far as his escape is concerned, I'm not sure he succeeded." "What do you mean?" Crystal asked. "The Looking Glass Techs were watching you during the attack; if you had been wounded or in immediate danger, they would have retrieved you instantly. They saw Jorgenson's escape sphere go out of control and crash on the forward gun turret of a battleship, which then exploded and sank. It's doubtful he survived." "Which one was it?" 99 said. "There were so many in that harbor." "The Techs read the ships name on the stern. It was 'Arizona'." --------------------------------------- Thanks to slyc_willie for creating the TMA. Agents 99 and Crystal will return in 'The Third Level of Time'.