Michael and Dicky were on their way home after a long shift and much madness. Over the radio a disturbing report came through: "And in other news, The DawnStar Science facility has been all but destroyed in an explosion that left multiple dead and many others injured. It was also reported that the said 'pride of the dawn', the particle accelerator has exploded, releasing a shockwave of nuclear energy into the surrounding atmosphere. An unknown substance has been said to have erupted from the particle accelerator. Currently related to the matter, multiple missing persons cases have been filed and the La Puente Police department are investigating the matter. Hazmat officers together with the CDC and FEMA are at the scene containing the situation and has the entire area under strict lockdown and quarantine. Among the missing persons is Dr. Robert Blackstone, acclaimed scientist and famed winner of the Schultze award, for establishing and ushering the world into a new era of science..."
Dicky turned the radio down: "Shit, that sounds like spooky stuff going down over in La Puente. What do you think happened?" Michael was deep in thought, remembering the scarlet angel and how he seems to operate, trying to figure out his modus operandi. "It sounds like another project blue beam hoax if you ask me. The nobles on top will do anything to maintain world power, and what better way to do that then by fear." The black Chevrolet pulled up to the Stoplight.
A group of teenagers were crossing the zebra. Dicky watched them in awe, admiring their youth, and the youth that he so badly wished he hadn't squandered. In the distance Michael noticed something out of the ordinary. "Hey Dicky, look over there." Michael pointed to the Krusty Creme. " See that guy over there?" The man that Michael was pointing out, was wearing a maroon hoody and a blue jean. He had brown hair and a sharp facial feature which was rather distinguished. "Doesn't that look like the Scarlet Angel!? That's him! That's Alfonso Mariachi!"
Michael rushed the car over the red stoplight onto the sidewalk and jumped out of the car. "Hey! Alfonso Mariachi! Hold it right there! Do not move!" The hooded man stood still and turned around to look at them. Confused he raised his hands up: "Detectives...Where...Where am I? Who is Alfonso? What...What year is it?..." Michael detained the man: "What do you mean who is Alfonso? YOUR'E Alfonso!" The hooded man looked up into Michael's eyes: "No...Im not Alfonso...I'm Estes...Durango Estes..." Michael, confused by his apparent schizophrenia cuffed him up and led him back to the car. "Come on deuchebag, we're gonna have a little chat at the police station. You're being detained..."
Michael drove them off in the direction of Hacienda PD. As they approached the police station, The alleged Estes started mumbling senselessly in the back of the car. I...know this place...been here before but...so different...I'm not supposed to be here. This isn't my home." He started screaming frantically: "Why am I here!? Why am I here!? I'm not supposed to be here! This is not my home! This is not my year! Get me out of here!!" He started going frantic as Michael and Dicky moved into Parking lot of the police station. "Jesus Christ does this guy not stop!? Hey why don't you shut the fuck up!? Goddamnit you're giving me a pounder up in here!!" Dicky was freaking out on him.
They entered the police station where Michael escorted the alleged scarlet angel to the interrogation room. The assailant still frantic seemed to have calmed down when entering the police station. "Alright buddy, you're sitting down here. I'm gonna cuff you to the table." He looked scared and confused. "Can I...Have some water? A cigarette maybe?" Michael gave him a cigarette. As dicky entered Michael stopped him. "Mind getting some water for this bozo?" Dicky lifted an eyebrow:" Sure why don't I just order a five star meal for him as well while we're at it?"
Dicky left to fetch the water. Michael sat down on the table. "Ok so here's the deal, I'm gonna ask you a few questions, and you're gonna answer them. You Understand?" The assailant looked up at Michael with a sense of fear in his eyes. "Where were you 2 nights ago at around 19:00 PM?" The assailant looked at him, confused. "I was in...I was in Maywood." Michael looked at him. "you were in Maywood?" The assailant looked at him and nodded, looking bewildered. "what's your name?" The assailant sat forward lighting the cigarette that Michael gave him. "My name is Durango. Durango Estes. I was born in El Monte in 1923, and went to school in El monte for all of my life." Michael sat forward: "Did you say 1923? That would make you in your 80's now? You don't look like that...?
Estes snickered: "Eighties? Are you insane? I'm thirty four right now. Look who really lost their mind." Michael sat forward: "Durango, what year is it...?" Estes looked at him, taking a puff of the cigarette: "Well shit, its July nineteen fifty four, where have you been? I'm beginning to feel like I'm talking to a lunatic!" Michael sat back into the chair, taking a deep breath. Dicky came in with the water: "There you go your highness." Michael stood up: "Dicky, follow me."
They left the interrogation room and Michael said to Dicky: "This guy really thinks its nineteen fifty four. How the hell are we gonna get through to this guy?" Dicky rubbed his chin: "You think we got to call the mental asylum?" Michael shook his head: "No, that won't cut it. We need a confession for this guy from the murders. We can't let him get away like that." Dicky said: Let me talk to him."
They entered the interrogation room. "Alright butthead, you may think that this crazy act of yours is gonna work with my partner, but it's not gonna work with me. We KNOW you committed those murders, and you're gonna spit it out now!" He banged on the table. "You don't got NOTHIN on me detective. Why don't you ask Rosa Del Figo. She will confirm everything." Dicky took the name down and left to the intel department.
"Hey, Marcus. Take a look at this for me. I need a find on Rosa Del Figo, Maywood. Will ya be able to do it?" Marcus nodded. "It's a long shot but I can give it a run. See if I get any hits, yeah?" Dicky nodded and went buck to the interrogation room. As he approached, Michael stepped out: "I actually am starting to believe that this guy. He doesn't seem to be from around here, but coming from a different timeline? That's a bit insane. I can't believe that."