Camron woke up as usual. to the sound of Richard's alarm coming through the thin wall between their rooms. Richard's alarm went off five minutes before Camrons for some odd reason. and it was insanely loud. Camron suspected that it was a punishment for Richard's never ending stream of pranks and jokes. Something his life could do without. But he didn't mind them that much.
Camron got out of bed and flicked the lights on. Revealing a room similar to Richard's but without the gun rack. Where the gun rack in Richard's room was there was a computer desk and chair. But no computer. on the desk was a Colt m1911. and an ammo pouch.
Camron looked at the window. Even from this distance he could see the massive scar on the right side of his shirtless chest. Unlike the others, who'd had most of the surgeries on their hands and arms, his single surgery had been on his chest. his right lung had been removed and a power generator had been installed with a single other device. A time travel board.
Camron knew that the time travel board was revolutionary technology. It possessed the power to connect two points in the space time continuom. but it had it's limits. the board was hardwired to only take him into the past and back to the present. he could travel anywhere into the past but couldn't go past the present.
Camron threw a white t-shirt on and attached a holster to his belt. picking up the pistol and the ammo pouch he slid the gun into his holster and the ammo pouch on his belt.
Camron opened the door and stepped through into the hallway. Walking away from his room and towards another day.
He'd made it five steps down the hallway when his Techcomm Communicator buzzed. he pulled it out of his pocket and thumbed it on. "Yes?"
he listened to the quiet voice coming out of it and felt fear grip his heart. "Yes, Sir. I'll tell them. Camron out."
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