"It has been said that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world." - Chaos Theory
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"We have to fix history!" Alice exclaimed.
The group had gathered back at the time machine, trying to piece together a plan to get history back on course.
"It's almost midnight," Ezra reported from inside the time machine,"we've already missed our window to hit the iceberg. We've lost, you guys."
The group fell quiet, the feeling of despair choking the situation with a death grip.
After a few moments, Carter broke the silence,"I don't believe in destiny. History is nothing but a bunch of choices. And I'm going to choose to keep fighting."
The detective nudged Alice playfully,"C'mon, we need our historian. How do we set things right?"
Alice perked up,"There might be a slim chance we can fix this. The engines have stopped, but if we can get them back on..."
Ezra cracked a grin,"We can hit an iceberg and sink this tin can."
"You really think we can do this?" Jane asked her team with a proud smile.
The group gave a nod before she smirked,"Then let's finish this mission." After forming a game plan, the group split up.
Ezra raced for the bridge. He couldn't hear the frantic footfall of his sneakers against the wooden deck thanks to the rapid heartbeat pounding in his eardrums. Not sure if adrenaline or courage was to blame for his surprising lack of anxiety, Ezra decided to lend his focus to the problem at hand- getting the world's largest ship moving again.
Ezra made it to the bridge, skidding to a stop behind a wall. He peeked out from behind the corner, spotting two officers stationed in the room. The man closed to him talked into a telephone on the wall, while another manned the ship's wheel.
The one at the wheel glanced over his shoulder,"Any further instruction, Officer Murdoch?"
Murdoch frowned,"No. Until the iceberg passes, I have ordered all engines to be stopped."
Ezra reached behind him, pulling out the ray gun tucked under his shirt. He began to aim when someone grabbed him.
"It looks like we got ourselves a hooligan," an officer reported, snatching the Impetus from Ezra's hands,"and what is this?"
The officer handed the ray gun to Murdoch before restraining Ezra. The first officer turned the gun over curiously,"Nothing like any firearm I've ever seen."
"It's just a toy," Ezra blurted out,"please don't lock me up."
Murdock lifted a brow,"A toy, aye? So, you wouldn't mind if I try it out on you?"
"Of course not," Ezra stuttered.
The officer pointed the gun at him, and Ezra closed his eyes. He didn't know how harmful the ray gun would be up close, so he braced for the worst.
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Time After Time
Science FictionA time machine has been stolen. When Colonel Jane Vega is mysteriously transferred from the line of duty to South Dakota, the last thing she expected was adventure. She comes to find she has been assigned to lead a group of idiosyncratic individual...
