16\07\1975

It was a pleasant evening of the Lorentz street in the late 20th century. The smell of steamed buns was covering the entire environment. The heat of Arizona was on its peak. People were rushing home as usual and almost no one seems to notice a black figure that just appeared in the darkest area of the lane. It was middle -aged man wearing a tanned coat and a black hat with sunglasses which was very normal for the time. His name was Roland Miller and he was also carrying a black brief case which was in the shape of a baseball bat case, which might have looked sketchy if anyone had time to even have a gaze upon him. There was a heavy crowed swarming around the recently opened Bluntscott Bakery. Roland moved quickly along the narrow street before beginning to ascend the stairs of an old apartment building called Novel Plaza. He abruptly found himself in a deep darkness while the iron stairs were making striking noises. In the chamber where Roland enters, there was not a single beam of light. After going along the hallway, he came to a room with several incomplete structures that had a chilly vibe about them. The stillness was nearly unsettling . Then, all of a sudden, he hears a clock ticking. "This has to be it", he muttered. He spotted a black box with a timer as he got closer to the sound. "He had planted the bomb successfully before my arrival", he took a voice note and then starts to dismantle the bomb. "The fizzle bomber is a master in his own field. I've never encountered this much difficulty defusing a bomb before." As he was removing the bomb from the iron pillar, suddenly a black figure attacked him from behind. "Oh no you don't!!" he screamed. The man who attacked Roland had a crooked face and was wearing old rags. After gaining some momentum, Roland gave him a punch to the face. The old man then began to fire with a revolver. Roland also starts to cover fire after taking a shelter behind a cemented wall. They both were firing with heavy intensity and it went on for a while. The sound of gunshots slamming through the wall pierced the quietness of the abandoned building. Suddenly Roland felt a surge of pain coursing through his body originating from his left arm. "Aaaaaah!!!! You son of a ...." He was shot in his left arm and with a scream that surmounted the bones of the old apartment, he left an opening from which the old man grabbed him and punched him in the guts and knocked him down. The blood was gushing out of his arm. Roland now couldn't stand due to blood loss but at the moment, the old man stood up and ran away towards the exit. Before Roland could analyze the situation, the bomb went off leaving the area covered in flames. Roland's head caught fire immediately and he started screaming wildly. The screams of the confused crowd was coming from outside of the building. Roland crashed to the ground in pain and agony. His hairs were all burned out and his skin was melting. The pain he never felt before. He was trying to crawl towards the briefcase which he was carrying but couldn't due to the immense pain. Suddenly a person came running towards him and handed over the case to him. It was like he knew what was the briefcase was for. Roland dialed up a number in the bag. "18\06\1992" it said and poof!!!! He the man who was just growling in pain just a second ago, disappeared into nothingness in the blink of an eye.