Life is Short

     When The Cowboy received the news that TTI was closing down for good, he was heartbroken. This was the program that had saved his life from being imprisoned, and possibly killed way back in the west.  He owed his life to the firm, but now it was all going away.
     The Cowboy thought for a long, long time. He just sat in his office staring at his coffee mug. Eventually he decided to go back to where he came from. Back west. He gathered up his meager belongings, said goodbye to his new friends, wished them luck, and left.
     When he was spat back out the Cowboy felt a surge of euphoria and deja-vu. He was in his hometown. It was deserted, of course, because everyone had died of Cholera. He sighed, and his cougar lay down and started to take a nap. The cowboy kicked it and said "Were not done yet my old friend. just a few more stops."
     The next stop was the jail where he was held. He could see it's lights from miles away. When he got there he asked to talk to a specific guard (the same one who had abused him). He told the warden that he had a job offer.
     When he got into a room alone with the guard he drew a Colt 45. and shot him six times. The Cowboy then left him a TTI card and left before anyone knew about it.
     His next stop was the town bank. He got there in just over an hour and walked inside with confidence. He drew his revolvers and robbed it at gunpoint, taking over four hundred dollars.
     On his way out he was shot by a guard he hadn't seen. The force of the bullet knocked him off his feet. He landed heavily on his back. He dropped his guns and the money. As he crawled away he called for his cougar.
     The cougar raced past The Cowboy and charged his attacker, thinking of revenge.
     "NOOO!" screamed the Cowboy.
     The cougar was shot four times, dying instantly. The Cowboy rose with a strength that only comes with rage. With a demonic growl he raced towards the shooter, ignoring the bullets as they tore flesh and ripped bone. Soon he had his hands at the mans throat, squeezing the life out of him. The man with the gun ran out of bullets and dropped the gun. He struggled for a moment, and then died.
     The Cowboy stepped back, and smiled. All those good doings had him out of practice he thought. He then looked down and saw the eight bullet holes in him. He shuddered and fell to the floor, dying before he hit the ground.

Madrid, Spain

      

 

     After his vacation The Cowboy returned to TTI in good spirits. He and his cougar were healthy and fit and ready for action. The Cowboy chose Madrid, Spain for the location of his next mission. When there, he would observe the architecture and help make history better if he was needed to.
     After he was spat out in the outskirts of Madrid. The Cowboy hid his cougar and stole some common clothes. Before he even entered the city he could hear the sounds of construction. Hammers hitting nails, blocks being dropped into place and workers yelling at each other. The air smelled like plaster and iron.
     The Cowboy strolled through the middle of town, watching as churches, domes, citadels and arches were put up all around him. He marveled at the ingenuity of the architects. Their designs were amazing.
     He discretely snapped pictures of them with his Nikon. They are also displayed here.
     The Cowboy was walking down a side street when he saw two huge men harassing a woman. The Cowboy sighed. He had hoped that he wouldn't run into anything like this. He had hoped that there wasn't going to be any violence on this trip. Too bad, he thought as he approached the group.
     "Hey, let her go and mess with someone your own size." said The Cowboy.
     The men looked at each other, dropped the girl and charged The Cowboy. The Cowboy jumped and lashed out with both feet, hitting the men both in the face. They grunted and fell to the ground in a heap. The Cowboy got up and looked for the woman. She was already gone.
     The Cowboy made his way back to his cougar, pleased with his trip. He had gotten to see the wonderful architecture of Madrid Spain, and he even got to kick some butt along the way. As he sped back to the present he smiled. He liked these new rules.       

Reflection

     Present Day, TTI Headquarters
     "We need to figure out how they knew who he was. He came back in time, and unless another time traveler from another firm told them about him, there is no way they could have known." said General McCormick Lander, leader of the Warfare Prevention Force, which uses time travelers to change history to avert atrocities.  "I think we should ask around, make some bribes and poke around at this and come back in a few days." said Signor Volpe, leader of TTI. "Good idea Volpe." agreed the officiate.
     Three days later...
     "So, what have ya' got?" asked the General, sipping a cup of coffee. Signor Volpe hands him a piece of paper, with a signed statement from TTA (time traveling advancements). It admitted to framing The Cowboy, and telling the Medici to arrest and torture him. It also said that they would right the situation.
     "Well then. That seems taken care of. Give him some vacation time when he gets back, and a raise." said the General nonchalantly. "I agree. He's done good work." agreed Volpe.
     The Cowboy was rescued two days later in critical condition. A few more hours he would have been dead. But, thanks to the new technology of the 21st century, he was saved. He mad his recovery in a few weeks and was granted a vacation. He went to Vegas. The clamor of the party was heard for miles and miles. (his partying will always be a legend as Caesar's).

New Rules

     The History Cowboy had just received new guidelines for his time-travel missions, and was reading it over a cup of coffee. His cougar dozed peacefully in the corner, growling occasionally. The Cowboy was exited about the rules. They gave him more freedom, and allowed him do and learn whatever he wanted, as long as he went to the correct city or region.
     The Cowboy decided to visit Florence Italy, the starting place of the Rennasiance. He packed his meager travel items and set off, charging on his cougar at top speed to break through time. He was spat out in the outskirts of Florence.
     He dismounted his cougar and hid it in an alleyway. He then made his way to the center of town. He was disguised as a Medici family bodyguard, so he could access their buildings and halls. He tired of navigating the streets very soon, so he sagaciously took to the rooftops.
     The Cowboy was using free running, an art form he learned from the popular video game Assassins Creed. He cleared the distance between rooftops in single bounds, covering the distance much quicker. Although he was moving fast, it still took The Cowboy a long time to reach the inner parts of the city.
     The Cowboy finally reached the center of the city, where he found a Medici bank. He made his way to they entrance, but was stopped by one of the guards. "You are prohibited of entering this building by Cosimo de Medici himself. Leave now." he said. "I work here, you don't understand." replied The Cowboy. The guard struck The Cowboy in the face with a club, knocking im out.
                                                                         to be continued...
 

M:10 Samurai School

     The History Cowboy rode through time into Japan, for the final time. This time, he was there to take samurai training. It was not necessarily a mission, but The Cowboy felt as though he was out of shape. He brought no weapons and dressed in a commoners clothing. When he emerged he let the cougar loose with strict instructions not to run off to far.

     After that, The Cowboy walked to the nearest town, and went to Samurai school. He was admitted and the training commenced almost immediately,
     First, the instructors trained the recruits minds. They would let them go about there day, but at odd moments when the recruits were least expecting it, the instructors would jump out and whop them on the head. The Cowboy, after his third whop on the skull, was ready. The next time an instructor jumped out at him, he struck out with both legs. He knocked the wind from the instructor, immobilizing him for a moment. That was all The Cowboy needed. He lashed out with a series of punches and kicks, incapacitating the instructor. The Cowboy was moved up a class.
     In physical training, the Cowboy was allowed barely enough food to survive, and was constantly forced to exert himself to the limits. He could have left, but he chose to see it through to the end. The Cowboy is not a quitter.
     Finally, after  three years of the brutal training described above, The Cowboy was donned a Samurai. He gratefully left Japan and it's odd (to him) ways behind, and rode back to present day. He was satisfied with his physique, and no longer felt as though he was letting himself go. 

M9: Luxury

     The Cowboy rode his cougar through time again. He was disguised as an aristocrat. In the Heian period of Japan, and he held great power.
     He had sent back his secretary to secure him housing, and he was now making his way there. It was a large, thirty square mile estate, with a small castle and a few farms. It was humble compared to others.
     When the cowboy arrived, he was greeted by a servant, who warily took the Cowboy's cougar. He then went into the house to bathe and dress. After he dressed The Cowboy grabbed his fan (which had 65 folds in it).
     The Cowboy went to the market and bought seafood. On his way home a Samurai bumped into him. The man yelled in fury, saw that the Cowboy was a noble, and then gutted himself. The Cowboy chuckled. What odd people live here.
     The Cowboy had had enough of the Hiean period and all it's faults. He rode his cougar back through time. When he got home, he began debating putting in his two weeks notice.

M8: It's Nothing Personal, Just Business

     The Cowboy was spat out in the outskirts of the city of Tenochtitlan, and was immediately confronted by two soldiers. They cried some sort of war cry and charged him. He had little time to draw, but managed and fired off two warning shots, knowing that they would most likely flee. Instead they bowed down and began whimpering. The Cowboy, confused, asked them what they were doing. They said that he was the god of thunder, and that they were praying to him. The Cowboy told them to take him to the military barracks.
     The commoners took him to the barracks, where The Cowboy met with the general. He was informed that the Aztecs were having problems with expansion. The Cowboy decided to help.
    

     They marched through the forest, advancing on the city. The city-state had not responded within the allotted sixty days. So here they were, about to demolish an army. The Cowboy charged ahead on his cougar, firing his pistols.
     The Cowboy killed many of the apposing side, and when he realized that they were running, he stopped firing. Looking around, he saw that he had killed about three hundred. The rest of his comrades were staring at him in shear terror and respect. They had done it. They had taken the city.
     The Aztec leader sacrificed three thousand people in honor of the cowboy. The Cowboy was now considered a god, and was welcome back anytime.

M7 Islam Or Die

     The Cowboy had been in medieval Mali for three years, building a new life for the time being. A vacation of sorts. (Time travelers can take as many days off as they want, because they could just go back in time to do anything that they missed.) He was working as an architect, building grand sculptures and statues for the king.

     One day, when The Cowboy was working on a statue of one of the kings children, three armed men barged into the room. They carried spears, and wore full armor. 

     "Bamaka! Come with us, we need to speak, privately..." he said the last word with a hint of pleasure.

     "Alright, lets go. May i ask what this is all about?" replied the cowboy.

     "No."

     The Cowboy was taken to a dark dank room and strapped to a chair. He was beaten unconscious. When he came to, he reacted immediately. Slamming his feet on the floor, he knocked the chair loose, spun around and smacked the closest guard in the head with it. He groaned and fell to the floor. The Cowboy was hit in the head and knocked out once again.

     When he came to a second time, the king stood in front of him. 

     "The reason we wanted to speak with you is the fact that you aren't including Islam in any of your artwork. Islam dominates our way of life. We would like it if you began immediately. If you don't, the consequences will be, unfortunate." 

     The Cowboy slaved away for the next three months, adding Islamic details to his art. Instead of carving animals, he carved patterns and shapes. He didn't make statues of anyone anymore, he would make them a slate with their favorite patterns. There were no unfortunate consequences. 

   

M6 Overthrowing A Tyrant In Mali

     The Cowboy rode his cougar through time back to 1991, Mali, West Africa. The specific city was Bamako. The Cowboy was there to avert a massacre. In Mali at the time, their was a dictator named  General Mousa Traoré. He was controlling and cruel. And he was about to slaughter over one hundred innocent protesters. 
      The cowboy arrived six blocks away from the location of the protest. He tied his cougar to a lamppost and ran towards the sounds. When he was one block away, he ran into an apartment building. He made his way to the roof a took out his new sniper rifle, an M24 with an 6X scope and a kickstand. He set it up on the railing and began searching for his target. He was looking for the military leader present. The Cowboy had to be quick.
     The cowboy then realized something. If he changed history here, and the protesters killed the soldiers, then they would be seen as the bad guys. He realized that even though what was about to happen was a horrible thing, that it was for the better. He let the protesters be slaughtered. It was a decision that would stay with him forever.  
     Four Months later: The Cowboy had overseen the peace negotiations, and made sure that the new leader was a good one. The malignant dictator General Mousa Traoré was overthrown by the good officers that remained in the military. The new government was a semi-presidential. The president was Amandou Toumani Toure, and his prime minister was Cisse Mariam Kaidama Sidibe.
     The Cowboy had learned in Mali that not everything had to be done violently, even though he preferred it that way. All that time he had kept his cougar at a local farm on the outskirts of Bamba. He retrieved it and scurried back through time back into his office. A cup of coffee was waiting for him on his desk, as well as a note from Arson Jagaba saying 'your welcome'.