Blue zigzagging light enlarges until it fills the hallway. A scream sounds from far away. More screams, and voices from a foreign place. The sound climbs to a crescendo until a man wearing black bursts from the blue light. A gun in his hands and a war cry on his lips. Another follows, and another.
They’re wearing old style North Vietnam uniforms from the war America lost. They fire guns superior to the M-16. They outnumber the American soldiers easily. And with a surprise attack using the Russian device, they would end this war in days.
Except the Russian device is flawed.
The Vietnamese cross distances to their spy by tracking unique brain wave patterns, that can not be replicated. But to a different time, and therefore a different place.
The hundred Vietnamese warriors rush into the unknown. They find themselves standing on a busy highway in Las Angeles. Rush hour. Cars, trucks, and buses head directly for them.