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I holster my gun and check my watch. I click the two buttons on its sides, and in the next instant, I’m warped back to the present, back inside Dock 3, the time dock standing behind me, Wayne’s body lying on the platform floor beneath me, a room full of techs in lab coats shuffling about. I’m back. And the world remains the same. Mission accomplished. ” Lenny shouts. Joe is over at his office, pacing back and forth. I notice the techs are more active than usual. Something’s up. ” Lenny walks up the runway toward me.

Joe and Ruth wouldn’t appreciate a kill during an easy capture, so she decides against it, and sheathes her dagger. She stands up and takes a deep breath, wiping the back of her hand across her nose. She kneels down on top of him, painfully digging into his back, and grabs his shirt. ” She clicks the buttons on her watch, and they are both transported back to the present, leaping ahead twenty-seven years from the past in an instant. • • • • She’s on the runway of Dock 4, her knee still on the back of Mark, watching lab techs scramble around the room, powering down the time dock.

Allie shakes her head. She walks over to Hannah. ” I growl through the drool of puke hanging from my lips. ” I faintly hear Allie whisper to Hannah. She picks her up and cradles her. I start to crawl over toward them, but all my energy has been exhausted. All that hot blood and adrenaline seemed to vanish along with what I threw up. I’m dizzy. My head is spinning. I stumble in my wobbling crawl and plant my face to the concrete. I crave a drink. Anything. Anything that’ll bite my throat and give my body some substance.

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