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"How could we possibly lose 3 men in there?!" Doniger screamed.
"It's not like it's hard to get killed in the middle ages," Gordon said sarcastically. "Well, why aren't we going any place else?! We program a ceramic to go to Vesuvius it works. One for Gettysburg, it works. Then suddenly after that power outage no matter where we tell it to go, we end up in the fucking Middle Ages?! This isn't good enough, Gordon. Not good enough for me, or this damn company! Now I want it fixed, and I want it fixed now!" he screamed harshly before slamming his fists on the conference table littered with reports and coffee cups.
"You should really lay off the caffeine, Doniger, you know that don't you?" said a woman nonchalantly standing in the doorway. Although she must have heard the conversation that had passed between the two men, she showed no signs of it.
"So wonderful of you to take such care over me, Diane," Doniger said venomously before glaring at Gordon, still seated comfortably as if used to this type of tantrum.
"We can't do anything until we get that man out of there, or until the machine returns."
"Well, we getting your machine back and your man. He'll be here in 5 minutes," Diane said. The two men were shocked at the news that the machine had arrived back 2 hours earlier than what was expected, and let alone, with it's occupant. The three made their way to the laboratories in the back wing of the building where the machine would be arriving.
There was an air of excitement and tension about the scientists preparing the platforms for the return arrival. They were all curious as to the middle ages, and what they were really like. Baretto had been the 4th person to travel with the machines, which technically were not time machines, but accomplished that feat, after the power had been knocked out during a storm. They normally shut down all machines during a thunderstorm, but since someone was due back, it was impossible to turn off the power without leaving them stranded wherever they were. Ever since then, the machines had been sending them to the Middle Ages no matter where they programmed the machines to go. Baretto had been the 4th to go and the 1st to come back alive.
The room suddenly started to fill with light, just as the three entered the observing room. It was about a minute until the slumping form of Baretto was visible and constantly growing larger from the small form that had originally appeared. In order to transport all the genetic information it was necessary to shrink the subject to a subatomic size, so they sat as they waited for the reverse to happen. The doors opened and out dropped an unconscious and barely breathing Baretto. Every breath seemed to be struggled, but that wasn't the thing that interested Doniger, Kramer, and Gordon most. It was the fact that in his hand he loosely clutched a small dagger. At first glance it appeared to be a normal dagger given to all the staff when they were sent back to ages such as that (it had been banned to take any modern objects back into time so as not to alter the path of history), but on the dagger was a thin black fluid, which appeared to be blood, and the blade shone a faint blue. Around the rim of the handle was an inscription that seemed to glow under the bright, fluorescent lights of the lab. The he wore was odd, and did not appear at all to fit with where they had sent him back to, or so they thought. The computer monitors drew their attention away as the quantum computers configured where the machine had been sent. A sudden realization dawned on all of them.
"It's impossible," Doniger said.
"This can't be happening," Gordon added.
"I think it is," Diane said, "We haven't reached the Middle Ages; we've hit Middle-Earth."
"How could we possibly lose 3 men in there?!" Doniger screamed.
"It's not like it's hard to get killed in the middle ages," Gordon said sarcastically. "Well, why aren't we going any place else?! We program a ceramic to go to Vesuvius it works. One for Gettysburg, it works. Then suddenly after that power outage no matter where we tell it to go, we end up in the fucking Middle Ages?! This isn't good enough, Gordon. Not good enough for me, or this damn company! Now I want it fixed, and I want it fixed now!" he screamed harshly before slamming his fists on the conference table littered with reports and coffee cups.
"You should really lay off the caffeine, Doniger, you know that don't you?" said a woman nonchalantly standing in the doorway. Although she must have heard the conversation that had passed between the two men, she showed no signs of it.
"So wonderful of you to take such care over me, Diane," Doniger said venomously before glaring at Gordon, still seated comfortably as if used to this type of tantrum.
"We can't do anything until we get that man out of there, or until the machine returns."
"Well, we getting your machine back and your man. He'll be here in 5 minutes," Diane said. The two men were shocked at the news that the machine had arrived back 2 hours earlier than what was expected, and let alone, with it's occupant. The three made their way to the laboratories in the back wing of the building where the machine would be arriving.
There was an air of excitement and tension about the scientists preparing the platforms for the return arrival. They were all curious as to the middle ages, and what they were really like. Baretto had been the 4th person to travel with the machines, which technically were not time machines, but accomplished that feat, after the power had been knocked out during a storm. They normally shut down all machines during a thunderstorm, but since someone was due back, it was impossible to turn off the power without leaving them stranded wherever they were. Ever since then, the machines had been sending them to the Middle Ages no matter where they programmed the machines to go. Baretto had been the 4th to go and the 1st to come back alive.
The room suddenly started to fill with light, just as the three entered the observing room. It was about a minute until the slumping form of Baretto was visible and constantly growing larger from the small form that had originally appeared. In order to transport all the genetic information it was necessary to shrink the subject to a subatomic size, so they sat as they waited for the reverse to happen. The doors opened and out dropped an unconscious and barely breathing Baretto. Every breath seemed to be struggled, but that wasn't the thing that interested Doniger, Kramer, and Gordon most. It was the fact that in his hand he loosely clutched a small dagger. At first glance it appeared to be a normal dagger given to all the staff when they were sent back to ages such as that (it had been banned to take any modern objects back into time so as not to alter the path of history), but on the dagger was a thin black fluid, which appeared to be blood, and the blade shone a faint blue. Around the rim of the handle was an inscription that seemed to glow under the bright, fluorescent lights of the lab. The he wore was odd, and did not appear at all to fit with where they had sent him back to, or so they thought. The computer monitors drew their attention away as the quantum computers configured where the machine had been sent. A sudden realization dawned on all of them.
"It's impossible," Doniger said.
"This can't be happening," Gordon added.
"I think it is," Diane said, "We haven't reached the Middle Ages; we've hit Middle-Earth."