The machine let out a mellow chirp- a light-hearted sound that betrayed the gravity of the situation. Officer Julius W. Young raised a frail, quivering hand over the large transparent button, the light inside now glowing a soft green to let the user know that the chamber was primed and ready.
It was such a simple sight, yet it still brought tears to his eyes. To think of how much time and effort he had devoted to this moment! It had taken him seventeen years simply to be promoted into the Chronoguard, and another five before upper management would let him go solo. They had to be convinced that he didn’t have any ulterior motives for wanting to police time and space.