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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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