At some point in the near future, I was going to lose all of my friends. It was inevitable, really. That was the sort of life my fortune cookie foretold or whatever. While everyone else wanted to be a doctor or an astronaut, I always found comfort in a good heist movie. I was never very sociable and according to other people, I was kind of weird. The only people I was really close with were my brother, Blaise, and my best friend, Brandy. Now, he was gone and she was a couple months away from marrying a straight edge millionaire. Me; I was a thief. Not the kind that stole one shoe from Walmart. No, I got my hands on things that were a bit more valuable. My life was about intricate surveillance, burglary, and grand theft auto when I was feeling ballsy. I was good at what I did, but I hadn't made my big break yet. That was about to change. When I learned about a fancy lab with mysterious inventions, I set my sights on it. What I found there was far above anything I'd imagined. I mean, time travel was the stuff of science fiction. With top secret documents and one of their devices in hand, I was going to be a billionaire very soon. Well, that was the plan. Note to self: don't mess around with a device that could send you hundreds of years into the past. Second note to self: make sure you don't have a straggler when you head back to your own time. The guy definitely wouldn't fit in and he'd probably cause all sorts of problems. Hell, at least he was really damn hot. And straight, of course. It's possible he's a homophobe, if we're being honest. My main concern was getting him home. What else could go wrong along the way?
