Fortunately, it was his left shoulder, but it still hurt like a bitch. Cursing, he pushed himself up, did a quick check of his surroundings. The portal sent him to the back of some building, enclosed by walls on three sides. Fresh razor wire ran just under the roofline, and he heard the sound of cars to the other side of the wall. He held up his left wrist. The readout told him he was at the right date, but the wrong location. Somehow, he ended up in Dover. On top of that, he had lost the visual of his surroundings. He tapped the blank screen. Nothing—no map, no landmarks—which left him essentially blind. “Bloody hell…” His voice faded as he spotted the blinking light in the lower corner. His transport was offline. “No—” He tapped in the coordinates that would take him home. The screen blinked—then blacked out completely. “Don’t panic.” He hit the black default button, their failsafe when everything else went wrong. Sparks leapt out and snapped at him. “Shit.”
