Backstabbers' Jazz

2011

"Amy, hurry up!" yelled Dan Cahill as he jogged through the halls of CERN.

"Dan! I'm trying to take things in!" yelled back Amy Cahill, his annoying bookworm of a sister, as she gazed around the massive facility. To the non-Cahills, this would just be a gigantic research lab for the greatest minds in the world.

It was mostly the same for the Cahill family, except they knew what the scientists in the top-secret Ekaterina base were researching.

Apparently, a time machine.

Madrigal researchers had discovered that after the disastrous Madrigal convention in 1711 aboard the Advenna Avis, in which several bottles of the Cahill serum had been produced, the serum had turned up again in 1930, in New York, New York, United States of America.

"But Amy, we're going to the 1930s! There'll be mobsters and gangsters and shoot-em-ups!"

"Considering what you two have been through lately, shooting would be a nice break," noted Uncle Fiske, their recently revealed Madrigal uncle. "Isabel Kabra was quite a piece of work." Ian Kabra, the son of said piece of work, hung his head in shame. He had already disowned his own mother in the gauntlet, but he still felt the shame of being associated with her name.

Dan, Amy, Ian and sister Natalie, Jonah Wizard, and Alistair Oh (the Holts had declined to come because of "family matters") reached the massive doors that held Project Xelor. The aging Ekat stepped forward and held his retina to the scanner, and there was a small beep. The doors slid open with a chchchchunk.

"And so, Cahills," stated Alistair, "I give you…our time machine!"

It was a gargantuan beast, a giant compendium of particle scanners and computing devices with a small hatch leading into a central area, where the group would be sent back to 1930.

"Everyone in please; you've already been checked by security," drawled the technician that greeted them. He withdrew a remote from within the folds of his lab coat and pressed a green button, lowering the catwalk to the actual machine from its vertical position.

"We're actually going in this thing?" inquired Jonah Wizard. "Maybe I can get some retro bling in New York. The fans'll go wild."

And so the six of them filed into the macine as the door closed behind them with an ominous snap. A countdown began to flash.

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"Prepare for liftoff" intoned a mechanical voice.

Then everything went black.

Hope you liked it! More will be up soon, and be warned: there will be a lot of blood, especially in the end. R&R, no flames!