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[Hunter]

"Well, I was flying wingman to a couple of Lancaster Bombers in my P-51, over the Bermuda Triangle heading to some pissy Jap held island." As he said this, he took another mouthful and he continued speaking.

"The date is June 4^th, 1944. From what I've heard they will be storming the beaches on Normandy in a couple of days. You heard anything about that?"

[Myitt]

"June 4th, 1944?" Myitt repeats, eyes wide.  "Yes!  You're going to storm Normandy on June 6th, 1944.  It'll be in all the history books.  But you were going to the Pacific...not Iwo Jima, that was later...were you going to battle?  This is all very interesting, I'm from...well, to you, the future.  I'm from America in 2003."

[Hunter]

"All we were doing was dropping some firepower on a Japanese ammo dump island."

As he said this, what Myitt just said hit him full force. "The future?! You mean to say that I travelled through time?!"

Groaning he slumped forward and rested his head on the bar counter, and he started to sob quietly.

[Myitt]

"****, man, it's okay," Myitt says as comfortingly as she can, pulling up a seat next to the kid.  "I've been through a lot worse than a little time travel.  2003 ain't so bad.  We've even got some people here who might be able to get you back to your own time."  She looks up at Mar, glaring.  You'd better not screw this poor human kid over, he's been through enough, says the look.

<Well, damn.  The Bermuda triangle really is real.  X-Files was right,> Tara muses.

[Hunter]

"No, it's not that," he said between choking breaths "I was going to get married the week after I got back."

As he said this, he downed the rest of the brew in one gulp and signalled to the barkeep for the heaviest thing he had.

[Gaz]

Gaz said, "Sorry to hear that." Then she had an idea. "Morgan! We can call up Cortex! If anyone's got a notion or a gadget on how to help this guy out...it'll be him."

"You on good terms with Cortex?" Morgan asked.

"Of course," Gaz replied. "Cutter, I think we know someone who might help."

[Hunter]

((hey, uhmm... if possible, plz make it so that he can't get home. i know it's mean of me, but i have really gotten into liking this character))

[Gaz]

(No problem. Cortex could always say no or not have the part.  )

[Shenmue654]

Mar nods casually, although with some slight irritation. "You can rest assured that your friends in your own time will be able to stop the Axis Powers and win the war, at least in Myitt's variation of the event. However, things may come to light when all has been done that neither side would prefer existed. But that isn't really your problem anymore, is it Sir Cutter?"

Mar smirks a bit to himself and relaxes, glancing at Myitt with a look that says, "Don't worry, I won't screw him. I find this guy interesting too."

[Hunter]

John looks up from the bar, eyes red and watery. "Sir? I don't have any rank." He gives a half-hearted 'heh' and he grabs the bottle that the Bartender had placed where his old one was.

Taking a swig, he noticed that this one had a heavy rum tinge to it. Coughing, he started fishing around in his pant pockets for his packet of smokes.

[Myitt]

Myitt smiles sadly at Cutter.  "How old are you, John?  So much of the world on your shoulders, at such a young age."  She shakes her head.  "Humans aren't the only ones notorious for that sort of thing, at least."

[Hunter]

Pulling out a half squashed packet of smokes and a silver zippo lighter he got from a kraut he killed, he placed one of the smokes in his mouth, but before he lights it up he asks "It ok to smoke in here?"

Hearing Myitt ask how old he is he said "I just hit 24 about a month ago."

[Gaz]

Gaz had pulled out her communicator and was talking to Cortex.

"Cap'n Gaz," came a male voice, "you're asking me for something that's extremely rare. If I had something that like, it would be worth way more than you'd be willing to give me."

"Are you sure?" Gaz asked.

"I'm afraid so, matey," Cortex replied. "Anything else you need, you know I'll help ya out gladly."

"For a price," Gaz replied.

"Naturally," Cortex said. "But I just can't help you here. You know there are others looking for what you want. I'm sorry. No can do."

"Thanks anyway, Cortex," Gaz said. "You know you're still the best."

"Of course I am," Cortex replied smugly.

Gaz sighed and put the communicator away. She shrugged as if to say "I tried". And put down a few more coins for another rum.

"Well, John," Gaz said. "You're always welcome to join on with me or Morgan on one of our ships."

[Myitt]

Myitt shrugs.  "Sure, go ahead.  You know, in the future, smoking will be outlawed pretty much every public place, including bars.  Some people agree with that and some people think it's ridiculous.  I say, enjoy it while you can, pal.  My...I'm 25.  Well."  She sucks in a breath.  "I guess you should know that the person you're looking at, this human body, she's 25.  Her name is Tara, and she's pleased as punch to meet someone who's gone through World War II, besides her grandfather.  I myself, the person named Myitt, am an alien living inside her body, coexisting peacefully.  I'm quite a bit older than her, but even I was born after you--in what would be around 1962 on Earth."

[Hunter]

"What, like a parasite? That's just messed up" John said as he lit the cigarette and took a deep breath. Leaning back, he blew the smoke up into the air he noticed that an ashtray had been placed in front of him.

Placing the cigarette in the little notch for the smokes, he placed the cigarette pack and the lighter back in his pocket and he said "Who's her grandfather? I might have known him."