You had took a job in the commission to have a chance to escape the barren landscape of the time period of 2030 C.E. You were always trying to think of a way to get out of the endless assassinations and jobs. Till you decided to blow up a good chunk of the commission and steal a time travel briefcase. You had teleported to 2019 C.E. (aka present day).

You were now running from a person who was sent by the handler to kill you. You were weaving between the trees of the forest. You jumped over logs, shrubs, stumps, basically any obstacle. You were close to falling flat on your face and wiping out multiple times but luckily didn’t.

The person who was chasing you was Five Hargreeves. The most qualified 58-year-old-that-looks-like-a-13-year-old to handle assassinations. Despite all of that you were doing an excellent job at not getting killed by him so far. Each attempt you managed to avoid, granted most of the time you barely got out with your life but still. You could hear his footsteps thanks to the forest floor being covered with twigs, sticks, and crackly leaves.

You almost jumped over a bush but your foot got caught in it. You fell face first into the ground with your foot in the exact middle of the bush. You could hear his footsteps start to slow as he walked around the bush to get a look at you.

“So you’re the one who blew up a quater of the commission? Pathetic.” He said with venom clear in his voice. He pointed his gun towards you. You used your quick thinking to sweep his feet out from under him with your arm.

“Pathetic, huh?” You rhetorically ask. You tried to quickly get your foot out of the bush. You got your foot out just a few seconds before he got back up. You got up too.

You pulled out your own gun and pointed it at him, just like he was to you. “The only place I’m dying is your dreams.” You say. You held a firm stance and an even firmer grip on your gun. He held a slightly less firm grip on his gun with a firm stance.

You could probably knock his gun out of his hand… wanna try?