Anello DeVolta's further adventures through time, alternate universes, and an ever-changing doomsday.
By David Cocco (Writer)
Anello waited in the rusty station wagon for Lengua to show himself. The file had a layout of his schedule, as well as usual hangouts. Anello usually tried to keep his time to twelve hours. He had already burned two of them driving from western Massachusetts to an alley in Cambridge. Wilson Lengua was on his way down from the lab to buy more Sour Patch Kids from the 711.
The picture in his file showed a prim young man. He looked like a future business leader of America, from back when that was a thing. The bleary-eyed fool Anello saw now was a disheveled mess of cow-licked hair and wrinkled clothes with high fructose corn syrup and aspartame in his veins. It was almost like he was putting him out of his misery. Anello was thankful for that.
While the dead man walked into the store and selected his last meal, Anello got into position. He was dressed in rags and looked about like your average vagrant. He heard a bell clatter against the doorframe and watched Lengua walk out of the store, making his way past the mouth of the alley as Anello waited in darkness. He raised his pistol and put two shells behind the young programmer’s ear. Anello did Lengua the favor of killing him after he had a chance to eat one of his gummies. He felt that was important.
He dragged the lifeless body into the dark of the alley. He rifled through his pockets and took the cash out of the young man’s wallet, even though the last 4 times he returned to 2152 cash was useless. Still, it was important to uphold the fantasy. No time-traveling assassin here, just a robbery gone wrong…