Archeologists In Time

“So,” he crossed his arms, his lips drawn down in a scowl. “How did you die this time?”

“Plague, again. I prefer something quicker, wasting away is so tedious.” I frowned. “That’s almost half of my little business trips that have ended fatally. I’m really glad free backups are provided by the organization. So, did you get the package?”

“Yes, we got the artifact you retrieved. By the way, we can record your consciousness in real time now. No more manual uploads.” “Awesome!” I said. “Since you have me bouncing all throughout time & death is inevitable, this will be much easier.” “Ok, here’s your next assignment…”

“An important artifact was destroyed during the war of 1812. We need you to get to it before its destruction and bring it back here.” My expression soured. “That’ll go real well, considering I’m a dark-skinned person. Are you *trying* to get me killed?” We locked eyes and

as the time machine activated, I only had a second to flip him a double bird as I prayed this mission wouldn't end badly.