20\06\1993
"I opened my eyes and saw myself covered in bandages, all over my head, my hands to my lower abdomen. There was a little feeling of numbness in all over my body."Roland said as he was lying on the bed in an I.C.U ward. There were two doctors and three gentlemen in black coat standing around him. The doctors left the room as soon as they were done taking some notes on his condition. "The bureau had given directions to take it easy for a while until further notice" the person in black coat said. "This will be your final mission". "And the fizzle bomber?" Roland asked. "That's not your problem for now. I don't think we need to remind you the gravity of your last mission." The second one said. "So please, rest up" third person said. After that Roland closed his eyes and fell asleep. After few days, Roland was sitting on his bed and taking voice notes "I failed killing the fizzle bomber, that sociopath took thousands of lives. He's work efficient, punctual to his time limit but grudge made him a criminal. We stopped him this time but this was a small attack. August 1975, the date keeps changing every time. The magnitude of explosion was almost ten blocks of new York leaving 11,000 causalities. We were never able to stop him but this time I got close to him. If only I had one more chance ". Then the doctor came and started removing the bandages on his head. "The drafts were transported safely and your transplant was a success. But you won't be looking the same again. Your eyes will heal soon and then you'll be completely fine for the mission." The doctor said. "This is not only a physical damage; we had to replace your face completely. I see the wound healing completely fine, that is good for you." Then he took some paperwork and started filling it. "The damage to your vocal cords is healing too". "I don't think I can sing for a while now" Roland said and stood up and closes up to the mirror. In the mirror, he saw a completely different person he used to be. Bald head, pale -white skin and a big scar on his forehead. "It will take some time to get used to it". Roland slowly touched his face in disbelief. "I've changed a lot I see. I doubt if even my own mother will be able to recognize me". Three months after, the order from bureau came. Roland started voice recording again "Maybe this was inevitable. When you hear this recording, seven years would have passed. Our first mission is as important as the last mission every mission is driving us towards our goal." Then he stopped recording. He had grown some hairs by then and his face didn't had any scars. When he reached the main hall he was given the same brief case which he used to time travel last time. Those two officers from before came and said, "As you already know, you are going to the past in accordance with the Temporal Bureau of Time Ethics or T.B.T.E and if anything you do in the past is not according to the plan, you will be sentenced to court –martial". Then he gave Roland two revolvers and another suitcase for extra supplies. They shook hands and Roland walked away. After waking a few steps, he disappeared again and jumped into the past.
07/02/1970
With a new face and a new identity, Roland started to work as a Barkeep in a bar in the Lorentz Street. To gain Intel about the bomber, it was an ideal place because from high level officials to homeless drunkards keep coming at that bar. One day around 8 PM, when he was polishing the glasses, he noticed a familiar face who just entered the bar and ordered a full beer. "Leave the bottle mate" the young guy said. Barkeep recognized him immediately as he came into the light. It was himself but at the age of 25. He was surprised but hides his shock under a smile and asked "Having a bad day aren't we?" "Mind your own business pal!!" young Roland exclaimed. "Calm down, I was just trying to be friendly." Barkeep said. "You're new here aren't you?" Roland asked. "Yeah just started working here a couple of weeks ago" barkeep replied.
"So how's the work going?"
"Not so fine I guess. It's very quite around here these days."
"Why? because of that fizzle bomber?"
"I think you can say that."
"Hiding in their homes won't make them safe"
"Aren't you sacred?"
"Worrying about it won't make a difference"
"Yeah you're probably right. So what do you do for living?"barkeep asked. He didn't replied. "what's with the silent treatment?" "Shut up. Not in the mood" He said cunningly. The silence kept on for a while. Roland kept drinking from his bottle.