“Easy with that crane!”<br/><br/>Orders were barked over the radio in his hand, Ace's eyes hard and focused on the huge piece of machinery that swung load of steel beams dangerously too close to the rest of the structure. It was several tense moments later, until finally the load was set down on the top most floor and the rest of the crew got back to work.<br/><br/>“Who is that on the crane?” he asked his foreman.<br/><br/>“Um...think his name is Tom,” the man responded uncertain while he looked through his clipboard. “He just started today, on loan from another site...”<br/><br/>An exasperated sigh left his lips as Ace checked his watch and then the plans in his hands yet again, “Alright. I will run the crane after lunch, I don't know that guy but I get the feeling his site was happy to see him go.” Another almost angry glance to his watch and he looked back to his foreman, “Call an hour lunch and put that Tom guy on trash clean up for the rest of the day. I don't want him to fuck up all of our hard work.”<br/><br/>“Alright boss.” Mega-phone now brought up, the button along the side sounded caused a loud piercing horn to sound; the only thing that could cut through the chaos of the site. “Lunch!” voice projected across the area via the megaphone.<br/><br/>While his men walked off to relax and socialize for their hour, Ace was on the site blueprints in hand as he looked over what they had done so far.<br/><br/>“If I push them a bit today we can at least get this section done...” he mumbled to himself. So caught up in the moment he did not even notice that he was no longer alone.<br/><br/>The tap on his shoulder made him jump slightly, his gaze thrown over his shoulder at the smaller and seemingly younger man. “Oh, man. You scared me,” a breath he had not realized he held released as he turned to face the man. “You need something?”<br/><br/>For along while, they merely gazed at one another. With each passing moment, Ace felt more and more uncomfortable until he finally spoke up. “Look, I really don't have time for this and since you are not one of my men...” he crossed his arms over his chest. “You need to go,” the command clear as day. Ace was not in the mood to deal with any rift raft and was prepared to get rid of this man if needed.<br/><br/>Still, not a word did this man say to Ace. Instead his hand raised and where there was the thought that he might be in the process of extending his hand for a shake, it deviated into the coat he wore. Instantly, Ace was put on alert and arms uncross and half raised at his side, “Hey...what do you think you are doing?”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Great. I am going to get shot by some stranger and for what? As far as I know I did nothing to deserve this....</span><br/><br/>As his life prepared itself to flash before his eyes, the man withdrew a single playing card and handed it over to him.<br/><br/>“What the...” he took the card slowly. “An Ace of Clubs...” the question in his voice and eyes while he looked over the item in his hand. “What is this suppo...” sentence dropped as the man just seemed to vanish into thin air. “What the fuck is going on here?” an answer he did not expect to get even as the card glowed for a moment and then seemed to be absorbed into his hand. The light traveled to his wrist,  where on the inside he now had what looked to be a tattoo of an “A” with a small club symbol beside it.<br/><br/>“This is some seriously weird shit,” he grabbed his cellphone to call the cops, only to then realize the world<span style="font-style: italic">felt</span>different. Now, he finally looked up and realized he was no longer on the job site. In fact he was not really sure where he was anymore or how he got there.<br/><br/>“We're sorry. We are unable to make connection with our cell towers. All roaming fees and charges will be made to this account as you appear to be out of service range...” the phone said to him, though at this point he had already forgotten why he had the phone in his hand.