Japheth's Cube — Jay Inman

Niall opened his eyes. He could not breathe and his chest felt like something was crushing his heart. Two Bullets in the chest was a tough way to start the day. He vaguely listened as Russian Special Ops troops fought his men in the tunnels above, trying to take control of the Exxon Fusion Complex. The Time Shot Director and a medic worked on Niall's wounds trying to make sure he did not bleed out. They needed three more minutes to launch a few more people back in time but one of them was missing. Niall's Infantry company medic shook his head after inserting nano plugs in his entry and exit wounds. The pain went away but Niall figured he was dead. Then the medics lifted and slung his body onto a cold metal table in the Time Shot chamber. The Time Shot Director hastily told him about Magi, witches, and covens. If he could even breathe, Niall would curse vehemently because his tough morning was turning into a really bad day. The Time Shot Director frowned as he leaned over Niall and whispered, “You were not the one we prepped for this mission but try harder to not get killed, again.”