Alessia's heels clicked on the hard floor as she marched to the office she'd been told to go to. She had been an up and coming lawyer for a major political party; but had been called away. Due to her status, she wasn't dragged off; Alessia had been cordially invited in for a chat on what she was needed for.
She was tall, about 5'8'', a little higher in her neat black heels. Her family had come from the Mediterranean a couple of generations back, so while she had a cut-glass English accent, she still had caramel skin, a strong nose, big dark brown eyes and a mane of luscious black locks running to her mid-back. She kept a trim figure, her hips a little curvy, her chest a hefty D cup, but dressed conservatively, in a knee length black skirt, white blouse buttoned to the neck, and a neat black blazer.
She knocked on the door of the senior minister. "You asked to see me, sir?" Alessia asked.
The minister was an elderly man, gruff, white, in a business suit. "Ah, yes. Alessia Clemente, please, come in." He gestured for her to take a seat, which she did, slowly, crossing one languid leg over another. The man cleared his throat. "Now, you may wonder why we chose a promising young man such as you under the Society Act. In truth, we're using its remit to request your assistance with a task. This country is facing a lot of threats, and we're experimenting with sending bright young minds such as you back in time, to right certain wrongs, before they happen. Don't worry, we won't expect any violence, just you to do the odd task."
Alessia was stunned, her mouth hanging open. "You... surely you can't be serious? If this is... if this is real, then..." Her chest puffed up with pride. "Well, do you think I'm a good choice to help protect the country?"
The minister nodded. "Well, that's a very good answer, Ms Clemente. Now, if you'll just follow me."
He led her down to a large basement room, with a number of people bustling about what looked like a control room, setting up screens and computers. On the other side of the room, technicians bustled with a number of big capsules, all emblazoned with the Union Jack. A military looking man walked up and saluted her. "Ma'am. I'm Sergeant Henderson, I'll be your liaison. You will go into one of those devices there," he pointed at the tubes, "And we will send you back in time. Your appearance may superficially change to reflect the era, you know, clothing, hair, make-up, that kind of thing. I will be able to contact you telepathically through a quantum device." Alessa could only look stunned, this was all so fast!
"Uh... what about my job? My family?" she asked, feeling just bowled along, even as they ushered her to the pod. The door slid shut, transparent tinted glass she could only peer out of.
"It's time travel, ma'am. We can have you back without anyone noticing." Sergeant Henderson pressed some buttons, and Alessia just... vanished.