"Okay, that should get the machine that I need if I'm to to go time traveling. Once I get my pay deposited, you need to furnish me with a German tutor, who can teach me a few, useful German phrases, suitable for the time period and area."

It takes some time, but we hammer out a very detailed contract and I get started on what I need to do to prepare for my time travel.

Where I'm to go is the German city of Munich. (Actually, there's no German city of Munich. The name of the city is actually München. However, the use of Munich, rather than München is not thought to be a factor in the start of Word War II.)

The German language tutor that I'm assigned is actually from München and the phrases that I learn are in the local language and the local accent. If I do have to speak, I'll appear to be a local and not a guy from some other part of Germany. (This last is important, since München was the center and the start of the Nazi movement and I don't want to be thought a spy.) I listen to and learn from the tutor. I'm not a good student of foreign languages, but I work hard to pick up the phrases and the accent, since my life might depend on it.

One other thing that I do, is that I train to do a bit of park maintenance along with a local park maintenance crew. I get used to the pace of movement and the general attitude of the maintenance guys. I'm not really an actor, but if I have to play a part, at least I know how the part is played.

I then plan out the assassination that's the point of my time trip. (I know what you're thinking, 'What plan? You just walk up to Anton Esser and shoot him.' You're wrong.)

I have an Englischer Garten park maintenance uniform, from my local training stint. I buy a pair of boots from a local store that specializes in hiking shoes. The boots are fitted to me, not an average guy who wears my size boot. The boots are then pre-broken in. I also get a few pairs of very high tech socks, that slip, rather than bind, so that I won't get blisters while I do the final break in of the boots. I then practice walking about the distance that I plan to walk and I also practice pulling a fake, but totally realistic Pistole Parabellum 1908 from a holster within my park maintenance clothes. Things don't go exactly as planned. The pistol sometimes hangs up on my park uniform. I get a strip of some very slick material sewed into my park uniform and that solves that problem. I then practice, at home, drawing the weapon, again and again. I know just exactly how far I have to withdraw the pistol, before I try to point it. (I don't mean in terms of inches, I mean in terms of muscle memory.) It appears that it'll be cold in München, when I arrive. Thus all of my practice is done while I'm wearing a pair of very high tech gloves that will protect my hands from the cold and also leave no fingerprints. I also wear the hat, that I'll wear during my time trip. (I must do my preparation in as realistic a manner as practical.)

Once I get things pretty far along, I do a little running in my new boots. They're not meant as running shoes, but I may need to run. (When you're planning the kind of thing that I'm planning, there's no such thing as overpreparation.)

While I prepare myself, I also go back and forth with the equipment planning people. I have been adding things to my training gear, as we go. Some of the stuff works, some doesn't. We replace what doesn't work and integrate what does work into the mission system.

At last, I'm as ready as I can be.

The aliens have agreed to furnish the use of their time machine, for an experiment that perhaps could end wars.

We fly to Germany in an alien saucer craft, that's invisible to we of Earth. The aliens set up their time machine in a specific spot, determined by either the aliens or the PhD Earth scientists (or maybe both, I have no idea.)

I enter the time machine, the technicians activate it and I'm suddenly in an enclosure. The enclosure has some maintenance looking equipment and I grab a sack and a pointed stick. I exit the enclosure, obviously on my way to pick up some trash from the park grounds. I go in the direction that research has indicated will be the best chance for me to encounter Anton Esser.

I first encounter an elderly man who says, "Grüß Gott." (May God greet/bless you.) It's a normal greeting in München and I reply, "Grüß Gott." (The elderly man doesn't seem to notice anything unusal about my greeting. Once again, careful preparation pays off!)

I then walk on for a bit. I do spear some trash and place it in the sack that's draped over my shoulder (got to stay in character.)

I then spot what has to be Anton Esser. The man looks like the photos of Anton Esser, he's wearing what Anton Esser is supposed to wear and he appears to be about the right size. Unfortunately, Anton Esser is accompanied by another man. They're discussing something, probably something political. They, of course, pay no attention to a lowly park maintenance guy.

As the two men walk past me, I draw my pistol and shoot Anton Esser down. I put two bullets into the man's head and he's dead for sure.

The other man jumps me.

I hit him with the pistol, but he clings to me. I hit him again, but he won't let go. I then shoot him and he lets go.

Other people have been alerted by the action, even if there's no sound of gunshots.

I turn and run in a direction where I don't see any people. I can hear people behind me, pursuing me. I have fired three rounds. I have five rounds left in the pistol. I don't want to kill any more people, but I must escape. I think that I have distanced my pursuers and that I may be able to work my way back to the enclosure where I arrived and return to the future from there.

I then see police moving through the area and questioning people.

I can't stand questioning. I move this way and that, trying to avoid the police. I could throw away the pistol, but I don't speak enough German to survive police questioning. I'm dressed as a park maintenace worker and I think that maybe they won't question such. However, I do see police questioning another park worker and I realize that I'm not immune. I continue to move and continue to elude the police. However, if I remain in the park, it's just a matter of time until the police catch me.

As a part of my prepration, I have really studied a map of the city of München. I can't remain in the park much longer. I don't speak enough German to go into a shop. I'm dressed as a park maintenance worker and I suspect that the citizens of München will likely be looking for a park maintenance worker, at least in the not too distant future. There's only one way that I might escape.