A Burning Indignation

Peter Kerins pulled the old-style overcoat over his shoulders, feeling its weight press down on him. The clothes were modelled on authentic period dress and although he felt like an actor, he knew he had look authentic. The only modern device he would carry would be his location beacon; no bigger than a fingernail, it was sewn into the lining of his heavy overcoat. Without it there would be no return journey...