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Irene and Jude took their hands off the ancient chest and peered into the darkness.
“This is different,” whispered Jude, cocking his gun. “When is this?”
“Well, I guess we are with the box just before Alexander bought it,” Irene replied. “That was our intention.”
The lights overhead blinked on, temporarily blinding them.
When their eyes adjusted to the brightness, the two time travellers were face to face with a room full of soldiers in black jumpsuits, with the Nordic Mjollnir (Thor’s Hammer) symbol emblazoned on the front of their uniforms.
The soldiers held futuristic-looking rifles at Irene and Jude that hummed and contained glowing cartridges.
Someone approached the two visitors.
It was Alexander, dressed in a long black gown and gloves. He wore a silver pendant of the same symbol as that on the soldier’s jumpsuits.
“Just on time,” he said, greeting Jude and Irene. “Beauty and the beast are here as I said they would.” He rubbed his hands together. “Welcome to the year 2043. I thought I’d bring you both back here to show you what you helped create.”
“What’s going on Alexander?” said Irene, after exchanging a glance with Jude.
“You all played your parts perfectly,” he scoffed. “Naturally, having to read the probability hologram by myself meant I was never quite sure which outcome was most probable, but this one was a good one. I did think at one stage having a scientist help me read it could be useful, but I couldn’t risk them getting all ethical on me, now could I? Just as no one, including Spider, could be witness to my entire master plan.” He beamed. “Doesn’t matter, anyway. I had a plan for every possibility.”
“Jesus didn’t die,” Jude muttered. “So your plan failed.”
“You are part right, my friend,” Alexander nodded. “Jesus didn’t die. But the Roman Empire did, and so did Christianity. Well, there are a few pockets of those who follow the teachings of Christ, but I am gradually quietening those rabble makers. Killing them for the good of the whole. I am still considering on going back to kill the pest you guys failed to kill, but as it is, Christians are a minority that hide in the alleys like cockroaches.”
“I don’t understand,” said Irene, shaking her head. “You destroyed the Roman Empire and wiped the Christian Church from history?”
“Correct. It was all part of my master plan, as aforementioned. The team was delivered a number of bombs through the chest the day you both split from the rest of the group. One was meant to blow Irene and the temple up, but the rest were nuclear weapons given to a nasty resistance group. I believe you met their leader, young lady.
“Anyway, this group was shown how to detonate the bombs in the letter Spider gave their leader, and they were also given the artillery to get them into the heart of Rome, supposedly in exchange for your capture. Without Rome, Christianity as you both knew it could not spread. The note also requested they kill the two of you and any of the team you didn't manage to kill. I do hate loose ends. But in the end the only one they killed was Kofi, because you do what you do so well, Jude.”
Jude and Irene stood in silence.
“Your majesty,” said one of the soldiers, bowing his head to Alexander, “shall we lock these time outlaws away?”
Alexander nodded and the soldiers stamped their feet signalling that they accepted the order. Irene and Jude were grabbed from behind by a number of soldiers.
“Your majesty?” Jude exclaimed, squirming his muscular body out of the hold of the four soldiers around him. “What does he mean by that?”
Alexander moved right up into Jude’s face. “Do you really think I got to where I got by being nice, Mr. Stone? By helping people? The three missions I sent you on were all designed to give me the opportunity to inherit my kingdom. And get back what fate had stolen from me – the Mjollnir Kingdom.”
He turned to the men holding Irene and Jude. “Lock them up. Tomorrow morning we will give them a public execution to honour the Great Odin. I want the message to be loud and clear: No man shall pass through time without my command.”
To be continued...
To be continued...
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