OOC: Hello, hello! I didn't delete TIME SQUAD: THROUGH ROBOT'S EYES. Don't worry! I just decided to separate the three stories and correcting it. I think it is better to do this way. Lance's story is complete so I will post every chapters at once. Thanks again to MorbidFreud for this constructive advice. However, on , know that all of three are still together. So enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Time Squad. Time Squad belongs to Dave Wasson.

Chapter 1 : One day in the past

If Larry could choose a word to describe his life, it would be this: busy.

Year 100, 000, 000 AD. Time had passed so quickly that no one even counts any year anymore, to the point that calendars had been deleted from any computer. What did it matter? It wasn't like that Earth would die one day. In such a time, the word problem no longer existed.

Well, at least, for most of people, there were no problems. That wasn't Larry's case.

He silently watched Queen Jezebel dressing herself in front of a big mirror. Larry immediately noticed her make-up: simple and plain. "How do I look like?" She asked, without even tearing her eyes apart of her mirror.

"Your Majesty, may I advise a more noticeable eye shadow? After all, today's meeting is very important. After all, England and France will ratify a peace treaty after so many years of arguments. You shall be presentable, official. Simple and plain would display lack of interest."

"Sheesh. And yet, every single time I have to appear on TV screens, I have to look simple and plain to look more responsible."

Nevertheless, she obeyed. Queen Jezebel was somewhat childish, but Larry was the one who knew the most about relationships between countries. England and France had poor relationships with each other. It was time that they ratify this peace treaty. In this way, everyone would come back home earlier.

Larry was dressed in a fine black suit. He didn't like it much, but he was a diplomat. He worked under this Queen, for this government. They weren't in a high school night party though he hoped that some punch would be served after this ceremony.

Someone knocked at the door. A guard came in. "Your Majesty. King Louis XXXX and his wife Queen Aurelia arrived."

"Fine. Let's go, Larry."

Larry nodded and followed her, a bit anxious about this meeting. Anyway, diplomats were always anxious when it came to these parts. The peace treaty between England and France would be the fourteenth this month. Relationships definitely improved. However, it didn't mean that no war could appear the day after.

In the lounge, King Louis XXXX and Queen Aurelia were waiting for them. While Queen Jezebel was greeting them, Larry searched for Senator Fiskmeyer in the room. He found him in one corner of the lounge, leaning against one wall. Once Larry greeted French diplomats, he went to sit down near him.

"So…How What do you think things are going?" He asked to his employer and mentor, since Fiskmeyer taught him every matter of diplomacy during his career. Now, they were equals for ten years.

"Queen Jezebel looks too condescending. One mistake and King Louis will lose his temper" Fiskmeyer sighed.

"Well…Hopefully they will not put any salt in our drinks when we will end this."

Larry chuckled. They watched the scene. Queen Jezebel looked bitter and condescending but the moment Queen Aurelia complimented her nice dress and make-up, she softened. He smiled. Fiskmeyer chose the dress, Larry chose make-up. He came a bit closer to Fiskmeyer.

"I guess it would be a nice evening."

They teleported back on the satellite once they got Philippe Le Bel arresting Templiers. XJ5 glanced at his partner. Dylan simply sat down on the sofa to watch TV.

"We weren't really bad this time"

"Unfortunately, we didn't warn Philippe Le Bel about his future curse." Dylan shrugged. "Let's be honest, I'm not fond of these parts of history."

"Me neither." XJ5 bitterly sighed. The King had been rather kind to them, despite mistakes he committed (or would be about to commit in a matter of perspective). He greeted them and told them about his dreams of discovering new worlds. Unfortunately this part belonged to Christophe Colomb.

He stared at Dylan while he was writing report about their mission. The two of them had been a good team since they met. Five years ago. Dylan was a professional person and XJ5 was lucky having such a partner, especially when others Time Squad officers looked retarded to him. He crossed the path of one who didn't even hold a weapon. Fortunately, Dylan wasn't part of them. He would do everything to have the mission done.

XJ5 liked his job since it had been the first job he got as a robot. Before, robots were only around to have chores done, staying at home to cook, clean and taking care of their masters. Some rights had been opened since the Queen Jezebel was an influential figure on International Society. Thanks to her, others governments granted more rights to robots, allowing them to get a job on their own without needing authorization from their masters. They could live on their own, though job was needed to get any replacement part or oil for that matter.

So he chose Time Squad. He didn't need anything else. His program and abilities had been asked for missions and was always praised for it. Though it was also about Dylan and his perfect leadership, they were one of most efficient teams in Time Squad.

Suddenly, while TV was about the Peace Treaty between England and France, an explosion could be heard on the screen. XJ5 quickly joined Dylan to watch.

"What's happening? Look like gunshots had been heard."

"An attack? What's happening? Cameras. Stay on! Stay on!"

Lance didn't need to be asked twice. The moment he heard gunshot, he turned into a massive bulletproof car where King Louis and Queen Aurelia were immediately brought to protect themselves from any attack. Lance started up to drive them quickly. He knew about any procedure: he didn't ask questions, he just obeyed.

He didn't work for French government. He worked for every of them, in a Company for Protection and Security. Lance owned a very powerful internal drive, making him advanced enough to turn into almost anything. No matter if it was a car, a motorbike or a plane. In order to reassure distressed monarchs, he put music on and served them some lemonade.

"Lance 9 Trillions…" King Louis paled, his voice trembling. "Please…We need to understand what happened."

Lance nodded then replaced music by news. Everything was about the explosion which happened in Queen Jezebel's Parliament. Nevertheless, two minutes passed before someone said : "It's okay guys! It was only about the burnt supper. Alarm went off because of it."

King Louis and Aurelia sighed, out of relief. However, the peace treaty was reported. Lance didn't mind about it. It wasn't his role to worry about these things. He only was there to protect. He smiled in his mind. Once again, he was reliable. Once again, day had been great. These kinds of situations were always good for business. Maybe one day, he would actually do something else, like serving government on real battlefield, fighting. Not for government, but for himself.

He wanted to display to everyone how good he was…and how dangerous he could be.