Present-day in Westlake.
Conquest transformed his look, blending in with the crowd. He entered the convenience store.
“Good morning, sir,” James greeted the new customer.
“Hello, James. I am looking for your father, Engineer Francisco Ford.”
“How do you know my Dad?”
“Where is your father?”
“Why would I tell you? I don’t even know you.”
“Listen to me. I am from the future. I need your father’s help to save Earth.”
“Har har, very funny,” James chuckled. “Who put you up with this prank?”
“See this,” Conquest showed his bow made of chrome armor. “Now, do you believe me? Where is your father?”
“Where did you get that material?” James asked, squinting his eyes.
“I told you, already. I am from the future, and I need your father’s help.”
“So,” James tilted his head. “In the future, do you have a time machine?”
“No,” Conquest shook his head, “we passed through a wormhole.”
They stopped as some customers entered the store. James resumed his work routine, trying his best to absorb all the information from the weird stranger. He is persistent, and he’s not even a customer.
Conquest waited until all customers were out the door. “We need to go to your father now.”
“Do you know,” James sneered, “how many times you have said the word father already?”
“Shut the front door,” James shook his head in disbelief. “And I thought I was the only one counting.”
“Enough of your foolishness!” Conquest yelled. “We need to go now?”
“Sorry, but I can’t,” James crossed his arms on his chest. “You see, my morning crews are late, maybe even absent. So, I’m stuck here for another six hours.”
“I can’t wait that long,” Conquest leaned closer. “Stand still.”
He raised his left index finger when another customer entered the store.
An irate Conquest threw his right arm, but she dodged and avoided the punch.
“Joanne?” Conquest widened his eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“You must be Conquest,” she replied as she threw a hard right uppercut, sending Conquest flying through into the wall.
James froze, blown away by the redhead. I think I’m in love.
“Sorry about your shop,” Joanne winked, “but we need to go and save your Dad.”
James couldn’t stop staring.
“Are you all right?” she shook James by his shoulder. “Was Conquest able to touch your forehead?”
James got back to his senses. “What?”
“We need to go now. Conquest is here to kill your Dad.”
“What?” James squinted his eyes. “Who is Conquest?”
“That’s him,” Joanne pointed to Conquest, who was getting to his feet.
Conquest pumped his arms, “How did you get to pass Death and War?”
Joanne sneered as she tossed the cash register hard to Conquest’s face.
“No!” James cried out, “not the sale.”
“Sorry,” Joanne looked away, embarrassed.
An angry Conquest pulled out his bow, but Joanne lunged forward. She sneaked a punch to his chest, sending Conquest flying to the wall, crushing into the refrigerated chillers.
Joanne dragged James out of the store as several cops were alerted by the commotion. They pointed their guns at James and Joanne.
“Don’t shoot!” Joanne yelled. “The bad guy is inside. He’s armed and dangerous.”
The cops aimed at the store as Conquest came out.
“Stop and put your hands up.”
Conquest ignored the cops, glaring at James and Joanne.
“Hold it right there,” the cops ordered, “or we will shoot.”
Conquest charged James and Joanne, but the cops opened fire, their bullets bounced off Conquest.
Shifting his attention towards the cops, Conquest used his bow, shooting energy blast, injuring all cops.
He turned towards James and Joanne, but they were already gone. He started searching the area using his eye scanner.
James and Joanne went up the building while James continued ogling Joanne.
“Please stop staring,” she nudged James on the side.
It brought James back to his senses. “Who are you?”
“I am Joanne Thompson Kurosawa,” she curtsied. “Nice to meet you. I traveled back in time to save you and your father.”
“Save me? I can take care of myself.”
“You’ll need my help. You’re up against the four horsemen, and Conquest is one of them. I’ll tell you more, but first, we need to get your father to safety.”