Future Mission

 Sent from the future on a mission to save mankind from a murderous tyrant John carried no weapons with him. Indeed murder and mayhem were the furthest things from his mind as he materialised in the early twenty-first century. 

Instead of arming him with high-tech engines of destruction that might fall into the wrong hands the leaders of the pacifist resistance had settled on a plan more in keeping with their high-minded values.

Using technology John barely understood their scientists had reshaped his body and conditioned his mind to provide him with all the equipment he would need.

As predicted John's objective was nearby, enjoying the late afternoon sun as he strolled through the park. If history was allowed to follow its natural course this man would soon return to his home, eat a hearty meal, and make love to his wife. In nine short months, she would give birth to a son and in another thirty years that son would lead the bloodiest, most ruthless, and evil regime in human history.

Well, not if John had anything to say about it. 

The target froze unable to tear his eyes away from John's perfectly sculpted body. John allowed himself a small smile as he swayed seductively over to the man and spoke the words that would forever change the future.

"Come with me if you want to fuck."