So not what he expected (OTA)
Becker was used to strange things happening; when you worked for the ARC, strange was your normal. But strange was anomalies opening right in front of him. Strange was prehistoric creatures trying to eat him.
Strange was not in the blink of an eye ending up on a strange street in a strange place.
Reflexively, he went for two things: first, his gun -- which he didn't have, damn it! -- and second, the ring he wore around his neck. That, at least, was something he still had.
He stood there, turning around slowly to take it all in and get his bearings. A few minutes of doing that told him only that he was in someplace completely unfamiliar. Well, that and that he hadn't gone through an anomaly. After all, anomalies didn't spit a person out in apparently their same time period.
At least, they hadn't yet.
Strange was not in the blink of an eye ending up on a strange street in a strange place.
Reflexively, he went for two things: first, his gun -- which he didn't have, damn it! -- and second, the ring he wore around his neck. That, at least, was something he still had.
He stood there, turning around slowly to take it all in and get his bearings. A few minutes of doing that told him only that he was in someplace completely unfamiliar. Well, that and that he hadn't gone through an anomaly. After all, anomalies didn't spit a person out in apparently their same time period.
At least, they hadn't yet.