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What year is it? (Open to whichever team finds him first)

The trip wasn't what he had expected, but then again James wasn't sure what he had expected when he had stepped through the portal. To him, it should have been more instantaneous, but it was proving to be annoyingly long and he wondered if his sister was going through the same thing. Whether she was or wasn't, he was going to have to do something to end the trip, but throwing energy around didn't seem like the best of plans. Perhaps focusing his thoughts on a particular location?

Closing his eyes, James focused his thoughts on getting to past, which wasn't really doing anything but he didn't know that. Coincidentally, his trip ended abruptly as he shot out of a hole and rolled across the pavement, and his training quickly kicked in as he recovered during the roll and came up in a crouch with his gun aimed at the nearest person. Scanning his surroundings, he took note of the fact that there was no one going to war with one another, which seemed like a good thing.

Of course, he didn't recognize any of the structures, so he had no way of knowing where he was at. "Okay! One of you tell me where I am and what year is it?" His words were said as he waved the gun around like he was using it to point at someone in the crowd. Naturally, no one else knew that.

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When the crowds scrambled away from the gunman Reiko moved calmly through the crowd, carefully moving people out of her way.

"Gomen nasai," She stepped between him and the crowd. Alistaire would probably not aprove of this, but as a doctor it was her job to save lives first. If she could prevent the gun from being fired great. "You may not wish to wave that around sir." She remembered his question. "2012, you're in New York." She glanced about, cops were moving in.

"I suggest you don't run, and put down the weapon, the cops will not take lightly to that sort of commotion." She held her hands out to show she wasn't a threat, hoping to diffuse the problem before there really was one.

When people started running in terror, James probably should have got the message that he was scaring people, but in his mind he needed answers quickly to make sure his mission wasn't a failure.

Then a woman came up and answered his question, and things got even more confusing for him. One year and the world looked like this? Either she was lying or his trip had an unexpected detour. Either way, he needed to find someone who could give him a better clue as to what had happened to him.

"Look lady, I'm not here looking for a fight if I can help it. Matter of fact, I don't know how I ended up here. I was shooting for decades into the past," said James as he lowered his weapon.

She nodded. "Come on, get off the street, we'll let the cops figure out things." She grinned as she snatched a small smoke bomb from her pocket, some of her tools from her days as a ninja came in handy as she tossed it and grabbed his arm leading him into an alley, careful to only touch his sleeve.

"Time traveler? Thought they used a car or blue box." Hey! Her Western pop culture was getting better at least.

When she dropped the smoke bomb, James thought the worse before he realized that she was trying to get him out of trouble, so he let her pull him into an alley. Of course, he didn't really understand what she meant by a car or a blue box as ways to time travel, but perhaps those items could help him get to where he had originally been going.

"Don't know about using a car. I jumped through a portal to get here, but things aren't making a lot of sense. If I jumped back as far as you say, then the world shouldn't look like this. It should look..." It should look more like the ruins from a war.

"I do not think they caught our escape. Though... foolish of me. If cameras caught that it will make trouble for Shaw-sensei." She was muttering to herself mostly about that and she looked at him again.

"How should New York look? I know occasionally blocks get destroyed, sometimes by the different groups hashing it out, but..." She frowned, could it be part of the reason he felt weird when she did touch him. Reiko shrugged it off for the time being. "Where were you trying to get?" She'd ignore the when for now.

It was all so confusing to him. People seemed to be okay, buildings were intact and the sun was shining as if it was a happy day. This was completely opposite of the world that he had left, so either he was dead or this was an illusion of some kind. Of course, this didn't explain to him why it was made to look as though he succeeded.

"Honestly, it should look like a war had gone here. A war that we lost," he said as he leaned back against the wall. Where had the portal taken him if not into the past where he could have done some good. "My target was New York City, but about a few decades earlier than this one."

She watched him, carefully. The cops had run off another way scanning for the gunman that had 'threatened' Times Square.

"I can not think of a war that happened here recently. Though I am a current transplant here." She was glad she was't slipping into Engrish. Would you have a problem if I called my host? He would know more about the city to assist you better. That is when he's done complaining that I slipped my bodyguard again." Not that she really needed one, Reiko was more than capable to handle a street thug after her childhood.

James wasn't sure what she meant by transplant as it could be taken to mean quite a few things like immigrant or someone like him, but he figured it meant immigrant in this case given her next question.

"Make the call," he stated quickly. At the moment, he didn't have any qualms about where the information was coming from just so long as it was coming. His sister was still lost somewhere and his people were dying, or theoretically they were living their lives without him.

Either way, he had ot know.

She didn't seem willing to answer unless he had actually asked anyway. When he told her to make the call she pulled out her phone.

"Alistaire," She glanced at James a moment and switched to Japanese. "Could you come get me and a visitor. We're in Times Square and I don't think it would be a good idea to just walk back to the penthouse."

James watched the woman as she talked on the phone to this 'Alistaire', and he wondered why she had switched to a different language to talk to this person. It made him want to know more about whoever this host was.

"So what does your host do for a living," asked James as he stared at the woman. What was even more interesting was the fact he knew nothing about the girl except that she wasn't from the States, and he wondered why he was so calm about that.

Alistaire had been in the middle of looking over some dossiers he'd received from a prospective business partner. He needed to acquire something... unique.

"What's the occasion for the company?"

"He's a business owner." Well that wasn't exactly a lie she just wasn't sure if she should tell him he was a Shaw.

To Alistaire she spoke calmly. "He just appeared here, says he's from the future I figure we can help him figure out whomever he was looking for." Her intentions are honest at least.

Tho both in English she added, "We should get moving before the police decide to check all the alleys."

Must have been some business owner to afford to host people in this country, but James didn't press for information. Either she would tell him all about it or just leave it alone, and there was nothing he could do about it as he needed help.

"Agreed," stated James. "Where is our rendezvous point?"

"...I'll have someone there right away. Keep your phone on this call so I can confirm your location." Alistaire responded, moving to a different file on his computer and sending out a message. A pair of his couriers were about to earn their retainer.

Less than a minute later, at Reiko's location, a young man and woman in their late 20's appeared in non-descript uniforms. Before Reiko or the new asset could interrupt, they slipped oxygen masks over their faces, then scooped them up. Another scant time later, and they were deposited in front of the building Alistaire was in at the moment.

"Delivered, as contracted." One of them spoke into a phone, before the pair vanished again.

"You can come up to the penthouse now." Alistaire's voice came over Reiko's phone, as building security was already converging to escort them.

Reiko was entirely too calm during the events and when Alistaire said to head up she nodded. "Seems he's in the mood for the dramatics today." She grinned at James. "This way, we'll take the elevator to the penthouse. Don't mind security, they're just to make sure you're not here to kill him. I wouldn't let you close enough anyway if you're a threat."

She didn't look like the kind of person who could fight, but the way she held herself hinted looks could be deceiving, even if she seemed relaxed.

Before he could react, James was put in a mask and abducted by some people only to be dropped off at in front of some building, and he was sort of annoyed and read to start firing. It was only his female acquaintances words that stopped him from doing so.

"Where I'm from being dramatic is a good way of being dead, but don't worry. I don't plan on shooting your host," he said while shouldering the rifle. Of course, what was planned and what actually happened wasn't always that similar.

Alistaire is waiting in his office wearing one of his favorite suits. It had layers of hyper-flexible but resilient body armor between the garments. Once security arrives with Reiko and the guest, he dismisses them.

"I'm sorry for any discomfort. You wouldn't have been able to breathe without the respirators at the speed you were moving." He stays in his chair, fingers steepled in front of him. "So, you claim you're from the future, mister...?"

Even though she was actually there in the US as Medical staff she still would refuse armor made for her, it slowed a ninja girl down, besides, it was a little more entertaining attacking her attackers with the wounds they inflict. Not that she thought she'd need to be in the room for medical or to protect Alistaire.

"Still say it was pretty dramatic Alistaire. The car would have been fine. I carry enough smokers on me to distract the cops for a few hours." She brushed her hair back a little fixing the loose knot it had been done in.

To James, Alistaire was exactly how he imagined a businessman to look, which was surprising since most of what he had to go on was what his parents and others from before the war had told him. Of course, the man seemed pretty overconfident in the fact that James wasn't a potential thread given how he dismissed his guard, but then again James hadn't actually given reason to fear so he didn't dwell on it.

"Please call me 'James', and I am from the future. Although, I'm beginning to doubt that it is yours," said James. Something had to have gone wrong with the machine when he entered the portal. It was the only answer that he could think of.

"I have a few ideas of my own about my future. Let's start with some specifics." He gestures to the chairs in front of his desk, before retrieving a bottle of scotch from his desk. "The other half of your name, if you have one, along with where and what date you came from. Also, when were you aiming for?"

"I still think sometimes you think too big." Reiko gave Alistaire a small grin knowing she'd get away with the comment.

"If it helps you at ease James, I am Reiko Tawakawa." She shifted a little to get comfortable. And Sensei's bark isn't as bad as his bite," She may have messed up the language there a little, oops.

James took a seat and thought about how to answer the questions that Alistaire had asked him, and he wasn't sure if it was wise to give his last name given who he was related to. "Honestly, knowing your name doesn't put me at ease, but don't take offense. Nothing really does anymore."

Figuring that he would have to give some information, he chose to only answer the latter questions. "I was in Victor Von Doom's castle a year from now when I jumped through a portal after my sister, and we were shooting for two different locations in the same year. It was supposed to be around twenty-four years ago."

"Not an inconsiderable amount of time... but close enough that you wouldn't face too much cultural backlash, as long as you weren't planning on going to the deep South." Alistaire muses. "if your transit was that short, I imagine there's another one of you running around locally, judging by your age?"

"And why go to all that trouble? Only the very wise or very mad have dealings with Von Doom."

Reiko sat quiet thinking. She knew who Doom was of course, she'd never had dealings with him, but then again she was ex-assassin, you didn't attempt to take Doom out even if hired at gunpoint. Though some of his research she had read...

"You said that New York was a war zone earlier, can you elaborate?" If she could try to save lives she would, it's her way to blot out some of the blood on her hands, Alistaire might have other plans but she would not allow senseless carnage if she could help it.

As soon as he said Doom, James knew that they were going to be curious as to what he had been doing there when no one would infiltrate Doom's castle even under threat of death.

"Fortunately for my team and I, the good doctor wasn't home and hadn't been for quite some time." Although, it might have made things a lot easier on all of them because they could have just had Doom build a new machine in a safer environment.

"I was born during the middle of an invasion by the Skrull race that had been going on for years, and things were looking pretty desperate for those of us that were still alive. The plan was to send a few of us back in time to warn people on Earth and Shi'ar Empire of the invasion, but something obviously went wrong for me."

"...I find it rather hard to believe there would have been a Skrull invasion that I would have missed. The 'stay indoors' parties during those sort of things are always excellent... combined with you describing Doomstadt as having been empty, leads me to estimate this isn't your Earth at all, at any point in time."

Reiko stayed quiet, watching both of them.

"Then we have to hope the others made it. I am sorry that I was unable to bring you to someone who can help." She looked down.

She glanced up at them both. "I still wish to help if I can. There has to be others that might know how to get you to where you need to be."

While it was disconcerting to think that this wasn't his Earth, James was more concerned about where his sister had ended up, and he feared that he would never see her again.

"So who would one turn to in such a crisis," he asked. The displaced gunmen highly doubted that there were many who could address his current problem, but then again this wasn't his world so what did he know anyway?

"Hmm..." Alistaire considers the matter. "The Chronal Variance Authority will generally find you if they decide its necessary. Likewise with A.R.M.O.R.

I can offer you a place to stay, and a chance to earn your keep, in the meantime. I can always use resourceful people on my staff, and you seem like you qualify." He sits up and starts typing on a tablet. "First priority is finding out how closely this Earth and this timeline aligns with your own." He works out about two dozen questions, ranging from the trivial to the broad. "Here, answer these the best you can."

Because if he can know which wars or stocks to invest in, along with who might be worth saving from a horrible death, that's just good business.

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