“Ready?” Jones asked, trying to sound more confident than she felt. The only time traveling she’d done had been in a simulator at the academy,

Wilson nodded, “In ten.”

One.

Jones squinted at the

started with a rash. The doctors at the base shrugged. Members of the time traveler corp were always picking up weird rashes and illnesses humanity no longer had a need to build up immunities against.

“A few rounds of antibiotics,” the physician assured the seventh corp member who couldn’t stop itching he’d seen that week. “And you’ll be fine.”

By the time they realized the medicine didn’t work, it was too late. The illness swept through the base like a biblical plague, and moved onto the town outside its gates before the general could even think the word ‘quarantine.’

The few doctors that survived, decided the only way to