That wasn’t the first time I’d had The Time Syndicate on my tail and The Time Police on my trail.
And yes, you can just stick the word “Time” in front of most any other word like that and make it sound like it has to do with time travel.
Except The Time Syndicate had nothing whatsoever to do with time travel. They just called themselves that.
But The Time Police had everything to do with time travel, and particularly with the breaking of certain laws thereof, and the fact that I had broken them in order to rip off The Time Syndicate meant absolutely nothing to The Time Police. They just really didn’t appreciate people breaking their time laws.
Now they didn’t have a legitimate identity on me, The Time Police or The Time Syndicate. I had been very careful about that.
But they had a good description, and the Time Police surely had my Jump Prints by now, which were just as good as fingerprints, provided of course they already had your fingerprints to begin with. Which in my case they did not. Have my Jump Prints I mean.
But it also meant I couldn’t make any more jumps because now they would surely be watching for that particular signature.
So I was grounded with The Time Syndicate wanting me dead and The Time Police watching for me to stir.
But I’d been in worse situations. Like that time with Bob down in Havana.
Anyway, to make a long story short, I got the girl and we lived happily ever after.
Sometimes you just can’t make up a story like that.
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