Some Timekeepers saw the Schedules as a rigid set of rules never to be broken, but I always figured a little bit of creative interpretation never hurt anyone.
The dust was thick in the air and heavy on my tongue as I inhaled. With every breath, history took root in my lungs. A flowery perfume tried to hide the musty scent, but the smell of years long gone still lived on in the antique store.
“Change of plans,” I said as my assignment partner rounded the corner of the aisle. He jumped out of the way to avoid sending a teetering pile of old magazines crashing to the floor.
“Mik, you always do this.” Trent closed his eyes and sighed. “What was wrong with the original plan?”
“Too simple for a guy like that.” My gaze drifted over towards our target. “We’ll need something a little more drastic to get through his thick skull.”