Glitching to Fix Time {Poor Execution, Rewrite occurring in diff book}

Ch 8: Rip the mission highjacker

"The golden ratio appears in just about everything not just math equations for lines. It's in facial features, art work, galaxies, nature, and most specifically flowers."

"Follow me." Nate declared his fingers pointing to the console. He jumped avoiding the parlour steps all together.

"Damn it, Gideon." Nate complained as nothing happened once he reached the console with a point of his fingers. "That was your cue."

"My apologies, Dr. Heywood." Gideon replied.

"I've got it!" Clarity leapt from the parlour steps with her super strength and she went crashing into Nate's back. Her right arm wrapped around his  neck, booth legs bent off the floor. She reached out a hand that was actually holding the image that had been on the parlour screen and it shot out to full size as Clarity put it in the console monitor. "Tada!

"Ah, thank you, see, the anachronisms form a pattern." Nate gestured as Gideon ordered them appropriately he hooked his arms behind him to hold Clarity up.

"I should have guessed." Stein realized upon studying the 3d projection. "Though time may be broken, like all matter in the known universe, it still possesses a mathematical harmony."

"Not exactly. Uh, what about those two?" Jax pointed to two anachronisms that weren't following the pattern. "Seems like some dandelions didn't get the memo."

"That's cause those ones aren't flowers, those are weeds." Clarity corrected.

"Aren't all dandelions weeds?" Amaya protested.

"No dandelions are wish granting wonders. They're pretty yellow flowers and then they magically turn into white-"

"What Clarity means to say is that those two are outliers." Nate spoke up before Clarity could go on a twenty minute explanation about how dandelions shouldn't be treated like second class flowers just because they want to make a home wherever the breeze takes their petals. "The first one is Seattle, 2042."

"When the assassin tried to kill me." Zari noted taking a bite of her pancakes sitting on the parlour stairs.

"Right, while cool... Not the part where, you know, you almost got killed...It's not as cool as the other one. London, 1895." Nate explained, he looked to Clarity. "How do I say this?"

"You better you better dust off your coffins and polish your mirrors because..." Clarity began  using her lightning to make a Dracula silouhette. Though the shape held sparks were springing off it like fireworks.

"There's a vampire." Nate finished with a grin leaning forwards and Stein rolled his eyes. "Half a dozen men snatched off the streets only to have their bodies dumped three days later completely drained of blood."

"Vampires." Mick pulled out a stake from his jacket. "Waited my whole life to kill one."

"Do you just carry that around all the time?" Jax asked the arsonist in confusion.

"My whole life." Mick replied seeming to be dead serious about the matter.

"There's no such thing as vampires." Stein protested. "Increased immigration at the fin de siècle and the fear that good English women would lose their virtue to foreign predators is responsible for these ludicrous stories."

"That's a nice theory professor, but you know ghosts exist, zombies exist, stands to reason vampires do too." Clarity slid down to stand on her own walking towards him.

"Don't mention those creatures to me. That experience in the civil war was most daunting." Stein protested one of her examples.

"Wait, when were ghosts proven?" Ray wondered. "We've never faced any ghosts."