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American Universes, Chapter 1

American Universes A story of the Chrono Guard Chapter 1: The Consequences of Alcohol Joey was having a really bad day. Actually, it had been a bad week. He’d had one job: protect U1776 from interference from Guild, and then he would have a month of vacation awaiting him. He’d planned on visiting “The Ranch,” on U1814 for a few days and see some of his friends, before going to some world with a fantastic tropical paradise. And maybe go visit one of the edgier universes before heading back to active duty again. It should have been a simple job. Track the Guild agents, prevent their hacking into the computer systems on U1776, and everything would be great. The Guard had received the tip days ago, that Guild agents were on U1776 trying to interfere with an election, and so Joey had been dispatched. The problem was, the tip they had received had bad intel. All signs had pointed to the attempted hack happening in Washington, D.C. This made sense, as it was the American election t
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