Slamming the door shut, Jason stood on a hill overlooking a city of Athens, Greece. Not the modern version of Greece, the ancient one. Days when people were living the simple ways and weren't lounging for expensive toys. He could get used to this sort of life. Then, he remembered, his clothing style wasn't going to fit in with everyone here. He needed a less obvious way of blending in.
Changing his cloth to a way of a greek, Jason hated this. He hated to have to change the cloth for these rags but he knew better then stir up trouble in time line. Leaving his car where it was, Jason began to walk toward the city gates. There were only few people who knew him there, Aristotle was one of them. He used to sneak into the time, and have long talks with the philosopher.
Changing his cloth to a way of a greek, Jason hated this. He hated to have to change the cloth for these rags but he knew better then stir up trouble in time line. Leaving his car where it was, Jason began to walk toward the city gates. There were only few people who knew him there, Aristotle was one of them. He used to sneak into the time, and have long talks with the philosopher.