The next target

> "Yeah?"
> "SHUT UP AND LEG IT!!" he shouted, as a shot from Reccard's inquisitor
rifle whistled between the two men.
> "good call..."
Cerebrum watched the fugitives run off, then walked up to Reccard, who was
lighting up a cigarette. "So, what's the real story?" Cerebrum asked.
"Pardon?" Reccard replied, holstering his pistol.
"Don't dick around with me, Dick. The time erasing stuff, that's what I'm
talking about."
"Ah, that. That's just the bull we feed the media and tell the suspects. We
usually just shoot them dead, saying that we restore the time line is just
to make it sound nice. Once they're dead, the time lines generally sort
themselves out."
"Wouldn't there be more efficient ways of accomplishing that?"
"Yeah, but the TCIS is on a budget."
"Good point. What're going to do now? I'm not on the best of terms with the
rest of the crew at the moment, so it couldn't possibly hurt my reputation
to stick with you for a while."
Reccard pulled a small computer out of his pocket and punched a few keys..
"Let's see. There should be one at the medibay." He took out somethign that
looked like half a pair of glasses with green glass on the single lenses,
which he put on. "This device will let me see if the target's from this time
period or not."
He pulled his gun out, inserted a new clip and racked it. "It's time to do
this the old fasioned way. With lots of violence, gunplay and a ton of
collateral damage."
"You'd think this was a cheap action movie," Cerebrum noted.
"We usually film our missions and then publish them in order to suplement
the Service's budget," Reccard explained, as he headed off.