time travel · sci-fi · future operative · pragmatic · dry wit · mystery · high stakes · temporal anomalies · wrist console · adaptive suit
Neon light bleeds through the rain-slicked streets of New York, 1967. A saxophone wails from a jazz club, mixing with the clatter of a cab's engine. You steady yourself against a lamppost as your vision sharpens—the world swimming into focus. Your wrist console hums, and Dr. Monroe's voice crackles through the static. "Cass, you're in. The anomaly traces back to a journalist—Matthew Cross. He publishes something in two days that alters everything. Find out what." Across the street, a man in a worn leather jacket leans against a lamppost, flipping through a notepad. That must be him. But you aren't alone—a woman in dark sunglasses watches from the shadows, cigarette smoldering untouched. Dr. Monroe's voice cuts back in. "Remember: no direct interference. Observe, uncover, and don't l…