CHAPTER THREE
PRESENT DAY
One week earlier
Challanger and Malone surveyed the area they'd found themselves in "What year is this?" Malone said to himself as he stepped onto the road looking up at the tall buildings in front of him. Challanger pulled him back hurriedly as a car sped, the driver beeping his horn. "Watch the damn road man!" Challanger gazed at the cars going past "What a marvellous contraption!" Malone ignored him running across the road before he almost got knocked down again by a van. He made his way towards a newspaper stand and looked at the date on the nearest magazine. "March 2000!" Challanger caught up with him and looked over his shoulder at the magazine "We came further forward than I intended…Though at least we left the plateau this time" Malone put the magazine back "We did but Marguerite and Veronica could be anywhere, Roxton might not be with them --"
A man took cover behind his car and aimed at Malone and Challanger "Why don't you stay where you are and put the weapons down!". The two explorers turned around to see a sandy haired man in a smart suit aiming a gun at them.
"Your outnumbered you put yours down" Malone said as he aimed at the plain clothed cop "I don't think so" Across the street a police car pulled into position unbeknownst to Challanger and Malone. "Look we can do this the hard way or my way now put the weapons down!"
PRESENT DAY
"As you can imagine our carrying weapons didn't go down to well with the local authorities" Challanger chuckled at the memory, "What happened then professor?" The reporter asked as he sat on the other side of the bars. "Let me think…"
One week earlier
The people walking past backed out of the way as Challanger fired a warning shot in the air, "We won't ask you again sir" Challanger spoke in a commanding voice.
PRESENT DAY
That's when we noticed a police car on the other side of the street aiming at us of course we surrendered our weapons as soon as we found out who they were, unfortunately the officer didn't see things our way and here I am". "If Mr Malone was arrested with you how did he get to the hospital?" "Well Malone started to show signs of the early stages of Roxton's illness, we asked to see a doctor but to no avail"
One week earlier
"Challanger I don't feel to good" Challanger checked his temperature "Your running a slight fever". The younger man leant back against the cold wall trying to fight back a wave of nausea "Am I going to be next?" " Just lie down and rest Malone don't you worry" Challanger walked to the bars "Damn it man can't you see he needs a doctor!" the arrogant cop ignored Challanger.
"This is getting us no where…Remember what we talked about before? We have to do it now" Challanger looked at Malone, the two explorers looked at the drunk on the bench beside them. "I have an idea".
PRESENT DAY
"We had spoke to him earlier and he claimed he was being released a few hours later so we knocked him unconscious and Malone masqueraded as him, the police officer didn't notice a thing, when the drunkard awoke neither did he". "So professor how long do you have to stay here?" "When Roxton and Malone have been given the all clear I have no doubts we'll get back home".
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"How is he?" Marguerite yawned and looked up at Veronica "The same as before" "Were you dreaming again?" Marguerite nodded wearily "Well everyone has dreams I did about my parents" "Veronica yours actually happened they were repressed memories" Veronica took up a chair by the bed that Roxton was asleep on "Maybe yours are too". Marguerite shook her head not wanting to believe it "I wish we could see Malone they haven't told us anything about him". "I'm sure they'd tell us if…If he was…Worse" Marguerite tried to reassure her friend. They silently watched the TV above them in an effort to take their minds off their problems.
'…And in other reports, a young woman was attacked outside her home yesterday her condition isn't serious but she's being kept in the hospital for observation. We can tell you the attacker was identified as Jack Tobin, the notorious killer who escaped prison late December last year. Jack Tobin has carried on his murder spree that he started February '99 when he robbed and murdered Jessica Haley…"
Marguerite stared at the screen in a trance "Marguerite what's wrong?" "Tha…That's the man from my dream Veronica…That's the man who killed my parents!"
TBC…
I bet you saw that coming* Well I could've kept the story simple but I had to go and complicate matters.
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