The future had seemed like a long way off to Max Fleischer. Now he was catching up to it a lot faster than he would have liked.
He slumped in the shabby captain’s chair and rubbed his forehead. The past hadn’t been particularly kind to him either, come to think of it.
To date, his life had been a series of “one big scores” that hadn’t panned out. Now he really needed this one to work. The others were counting on him.
He stood with a sigh, and walked out the door. He could smell the rain coming, and if it arrived before dawn he wouldn’t have a chance.
“I’m too young for this,” he said under his breath.
He threw on his jacket and left down the gangway, a new arrival in a new city.
The future was less than nine hours away.