Five Moments in Time

On a post-Apocalyptic Earth, a battle rages in the last remaining
stronghold of humanity. Five Syndicates struggle inside a massive
floating city, each one defended by linked two-person teams of
warriors and their remote handlers, fighting as one.

When Victor Kahn, ruthless warlord, jumps into the last time gate to
travel back to the past, only time fighter Brian Cross and his handler
Sophie Black can find and stop him.

* A young boy dies under in ancient shrine in Tokyo...

* An old man fights a despotic ruler under the mysterious sealed
pyramids of Egypt...

* An armored couple stand before lions in the Colosseums of ancient Rome...

* A beautiful nurse battles the chaos while missiles fill the sky
during the Apocalypse...

* And a warrior and his lover battle together in the maze-like
passages of Future City, seeking to save the foundations of human
history.

This is Time Fighters: Part One, the prologue that reveals the
universe of time travel, futuristic combat, and the shattering plot to
unwind all of human history.

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The Year 2112, After the Apocalypse
Mission Time: 0817 hours

There was a memory of fire.

Brian remembered running through the narrow stone and metal hallways
beneath Future City as explosions thundered all around. Sophie's voice
sounded in his ear.

"Left in five meters. Now."

He turned and there it was, a small opening in the hallway wall. She
activated the infrared scanner on his helmet as he ran. Pale green
shadows washed by him on each side.

"You've got five second gap. Go!"

"Easy for you to say," he grunted.

"Targets coming. 11 and 1 o'clock positions. Switching weapon to scattergun."

He felt his weapon shift in his hand, refolding itself into a
scattergun. Sophie controlled everything from a distance, so he could
focus on movement, intuition. Survival.

So he knew the exact number of steps to take before aiming and firing.
She had read the enemies' position perfectly, when they were still
just tiny washes of heat in the infrascan. He fired and red hot
pellets spread out in a crimson fan.

There were shouts of pain. "Two down," he said to her.

"Stop and finish them," she said. "No chances today."

He stopped and the gun shifted in his hand, refolding into a precision
single-shot pistol. He fired into one helmeted skull and then the
other.

"I need to get to the rendezvous," he said.

"Half the city is blockaded. I'm guiding you as best I can. Forward
ten meters, pause." He did as she instructed. He could imagine her in
front of her giant touchpanel controls, hidden somewhere in their
Syndicate tactical commend center. Reading incoming information,
watching the video feed from his helmet, monitoring health.

Knowing his talents and how far he could go...


Genre: Science Fiction