Odyssey II Chapter One - They're mad, am I?Forty this time. This time he wouldn't blink at a shooting on the underground, let alone a fitting, fare paying stranger's insignificant vomit. Last time he was immature, helpless. This time he knew where he was going (to hell flickered across his mind), he was an epoch away from the Paul of a decade ago, this time he had purpose, focus. The modified DNA Jarrod had extracted from the vomit ten years back was back on his lap, back on the train, back at the genesis of an idea. This time he knew his DNA's name – Lance Broomer; he'd seen him as wanted for a robbery – not his only crime. Paul didn't know where he lived though, but he did know one of Broomer's blackmail victim's, and where she lived, where he'd place his DNA cheese-trap to catch his lab rat.
Jen came to to an apology and a glass of water – he'd pushed too hard as she answered the door, he couldn't risk her not cooperating.
Calling Broomer he passed her the phone. He'd tried explaining things to her, it w