Threads of Time: The Escalona Assignment



In the neon glow of New Centauri’s skyline, Escalona adjusted her green-tinted hair in the mirror. The iridium threads woven into her curls twinkled with each movement, a stark contrast to the matte darkness of her lace attire. She wasn’t just any inhabitant of this sprawling megacity; she was an undercover agent from the elite Cosmic Intelligence Agency (CIA), tasked with blending in yet standing out. Her target: a notorious interstellar smuggler rumored to deal in the most dangerous commodity in the galaxy—time.

Time, once thought to be an unalterable constant, had become a luxury product for those who could afford the thrill of living past lives or the greed of hoarding future secrets. Escalona’s mission was to infiltrate the gala tonight, a masquerade where the elite donned exquisite skins and the poor served in their metallic sheen of servitude.

As Escalona made her way through the chrome doors of the gala’s entrance, her presence shifted the air. Heads turned, not just because of her striking appearance but also because of the aura of intrigue that surrounded her. She moved with purpose through the sea of extravagant costumes and android waiters gliding silently between guests.

Suddenly, a discreet vibration pulsed from her necklace, a sophisticated piece of technology masquerading as jewelry. The signal meant her quarry was near. She scanned the room, her eyes finally resting on a figure shrouded in shadows by a far corner. The figure, draped in a fabric that absorbed light, beckoned her with a slight nod.

Escalona approached, the code phrase ready on her lips. “The stars shine bright over Escalona, don’t they?” she whispered.

The figure's voice was distorted, an electronic mask to hide any trace of identity. “But not as bright as they do over New Centauri.”

She knew she had found her mark. The exchange was about to begin when suddenly the room shook with a thunderous explosion. Chaos erupted as guests fled in all directions. Escalona was undeterred. Years of training had prepared her for moments like this.

As smoke and screams filled the room, she grabbed the figure’s hand, pulling them toward an emergency exit. “No time to explain. Follow me if you want to save your market,” she said, her voice steady despite the adrenaline.

Through back alleys and shadowed pathways, they raced against time—quite literally—as New Centauri’s authorities scrambled to contain the situation. The smuggler, still shrouded in mystery, kept up with Escalona’s relentless pace.

They reached a safe house, a nondescript apartment amidst the city’s lower levels. Only then did the smuggler speak again. “You’re not just here to bust my operation. You need something from me.”

Escalona’s gaze was unwavering. “I need access to a particular time strand. One that holds the key to preventing a war that hasn't happened yet.”

The smuggler studied her for a moment before nodding slowly. “Then we have a common enemy. Because if that war happens, there’s no future left to trade.”

Together, they hatched a plan to stop the unfolding disaster, a plan that would take all Escalona’s wit and the smuggler’s forbidden knowledge of time. They would not only have to navigate the treacherous politics of New Centauri but also the very fabric of time itself. For Escalona, the mission was no longer just about the law; it was about ensuring a future for all, where time was once again a stream flowing untouched, not a commodity to be sold to the highest bidder.

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