The rain pitter-patters across the tin roof tops. The sound is like an inattentive office worker tapping their nails, waiting for the long day to come to a close. As my eyes open, I see a rip in the sky. It reverberates across the heavens, like a bat trying to track its prey. The chroma fracture in the sky quickly conjoins both sides and closes with a flash of light, yet not making a sound. Back to work, I thought. I'm lying completely flat on my back. I begin to feel the moisture of the ground dampen the clothes on my back, which are starting to stick to my skin. Fucking great, one minute into the job and i'm already wet. I dig my fingers into the ground to get up onto one knee, as if i'm kneeling to a king. Ironic considering my status. I would never be caught in this position infront of anyone. Standing fully erect, I look at my surroundings. Medium sized buildings line an asphalt street, and steam can be seen coming up from openings next to the street. The smell of food which is foreign to me, is waffing through the air. I'm currently in an alleyway, looking out towards the new job location. I'm in a modern setting this time around? That gets me a bit excited, as I let out a meager smirk. Completely forgetting about being soaking wet due to my discovery, I think about my last job briefly. The world I was previously at was nothing like this world. Old scanty villages were all that the eye could see. Desert sand, plain shrubbery, and a few trees here and there. I'm getting a headache just remembering it.

I look into a small puddle that was forming due to the constant rain fall, and notice my appearance is still the same. I let out a sigh of relief. Those spatial portals have been known to distort ones appearance according to what the current world standards are. I suppose this would make it easier to carry out the request, but i've never gotten used to not recognizing myself. One of the benefits of the portals is that no one but the user can see them, halting any wide spread comotion from something seeing them. As you may have already figured out, i'm not from this world. To be quiet honest, i've no idea what my world is called anymore. I'm what you would call a world jumper. I haven't visited the world i'm from since I left it many centuries back. It was one of the most barren worlds i've ever seen. No wonder I was in a rush to get the hell out of there. Nothing but sand and bugs, I shudder.

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I'm employed by an orginization that tries to keep the peace among the cosmos. The CCC is what we're called, short for Cosmos Correction Company. We aren't seen under the best of lights, but I suppose we are necessary. I've gotten many worlds back together myself, and I know as few as we are, my fellow jumpers have as well. My boss is one of the craziest bitches i've ever met. She is the personification of our entire orginization. This is definitley a bad thing. If anyone finds out that i'm with the CCC, you can kiss any hospitality goodbye. Now you are probably asking yourself, "Self, why are the CCC seen in such a bad light?" Well, I got a short answer for you. Besides the majority of us being assholes, we do end up doing some 'damage' to the world. It's not like I want to topple over any buildings, but sometimes that's the best course of action to get rid of some pests. Let's just say the CCC are lucky to have me and not our several enemies. The pay is good, so I stay. The main attracting point for me, though, was traversing these new worlds. Like I said, i'd always wanted to leave my home world. I don't even remember my parents faces, probably because they were never around. Gazing into the stars as a kid; I always wondered what was out there. Well, I found that question out. A whole bunch of shit... I mean some really crazy shit. I've seen worms bigger than buildings.

Anyways, back to the CCC. As you can tell from our name, we fix shit on a grand scale. I'm not talking fixing a pipe leak, i'm talking fixing entire planets. We aren't the put back together type, but we solve problems. If you were hit by a hurricane, we apologize, but we don't cover that. I'm more into the killing aspect of fixing. Have a bad guy problem? That's where we come in, and I just happen to be starting my next job. I'm starting to get tired of this whole thing though. I've seen many worlds, and i'm feeling my bones start to ache every damn time I go through that portal. I'm not sure if it's intuition or what, but I think this time may be my last. I guess i'll make the best of it. I put my hood on and walk out into the concrete jungle of this new world.