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Bonnie sighed, walking back towards the lab, having cut her break short. After dropping their mysterious visitor off at the hospital, she had returned to the Foundation to have a look at the blue sphere. Anxious to get back to work, her thoughts wandered to the craft. The technology that machine has is amazing! I wonder if it is really from the future?
As she approached her lab, Bonnie heard muffled voices coming from within. Straining to hear, Bonnie recognized one of the voices as belonging to Andrew Pys, The other however, was one she could not discern as to whom it was. What is Andrew doing in there? He is supposed to be on break like everyone else.
Opening the door, Bonnie barged in. "Mr. Pys! What are you doing in here and who is he? You do know this is a restricted area?" Bonnie raged, marching over to Andrew.
"Dr. Barstow," Andrew said nervously.
"Well? I'm waiting for an answer," Bonnie demanded, not noticing Joel sneak over to a table and grab a large metal wrench.
"It is a long story," Andrew stalled.
"Then you'd better start..." Bonnie stopped short, a sharp pain emanating from the back of her head. She surged forward, falling unconscious.
Frank glanced out the window at the scenery passing by. He had been shocked when he'd finally realized where he knew Devon Miles from.He had been one of the passengers on the plane that had blown up. Frank remembered that the plane had been carrying some dignitaries and that FLAG had supplied the security.
He watched as the cars whizzed past. As much as I like this year, I really don't want to relive it! He sighed. How am I supposed to get back? All the equipment and fuel is in the future! The Backstep program of this time hasn't even built the sphere yet! If I remember my Backstep history right, they have only just come up with the design for the sphere. So there are only three possible solutions at the moment.
I can keep a low profile and try to find a way home myself. But seeing as I have limited scientific knowledge, that has a low possibility of working. The only good thing about that idea is that I would have a low chance of changing the timeline.
Maybe, I could go to N.N.L and see if they can help me. Even with their lacking amount of technology they would still know more then I do. But, if I do that, I stand a huge chance of messing up the future.
Or I could get help from FLAG. They already have seen the sphere and suspect that I'm from the future. From this car, it seems that they have an advanced science division, or know of one. If I do this, there still a possibility of changing the future! A smaller one, but still a risk.
Focusing his attention back on the passing scenery, Frank noticed that they had just past a rather large mansion. Looking further ahead he saw that they were approaching some sort of warehouse. "Is that where you are keeping the sphere?"
"Yes," Devon replied, turning slightly to face him.
As the Trans Am drew closer to the building, they could hear alarms echoing from within.
"Kitt, scan the building! Find out what is wrong," Michael demanded, speeding up the car.
Who's he talking to? There's no person named Kitt in here! Frank thought, glancing around the car.
"My sensors indicate that there is a large semi leaving the warehouse. The sphere is inside," Kitt replied. "My sensors also detect a person unconscious inside the building. Michael, it is Bonnie!"
This car can talk! Frank thought surprised, then what Kitt said registered. "The sphere? They have the sphere? You can't let them get away! That is my only way home!"
Michael glanced uneasily at Frank then at the warehouse. He didn't want to let them get away either, but he didn't want to leave Bonnie without any assistance.
Devon spoke relieving him of his dilemma. "Michael, you go after them, I'll stay and make sure Bonnie is okay."
Michael sighed, thankful. "Okay Devon." Devon quickly open his door and got out. As soon as the door was closed Michael pressed on the gas. "Kitt, can you get a fix on the semi?"
"Yes, Michael," Kitt answered, bringing up the semi's position on the screen in the dash.
"Thanks Kitt," Michael said, glancing to his right as Frank climbed into the front. He quickly sat down in the passenger seat.
"This is some car you have here!" Frank commented.
"Thanks," Michael replied distractedly, carefully maneuvering the Trans Am to avoid the slower moving cars. After what felt like hours, the semi finally came into view. "Kitt, can you get a copy of their license plate?"
"Sure thing Michael," Kitt answered.
They sped alone the back-roads weaving between the cars around them, rapidly catching up to the semi. As the semi crossed an intersection, a car suddenly pulled out in front of them. Have no room or time to turbo-boost, Michael slammed on the breaks, jerking the Trans Am to a halt. As Michael was preparing to reverse, the man in the car got out and approached the Trans Am.
"What does this guy want?" Michael grumbled.
"It might be wise to see what he wants," Kitt commented.
"Why's that?" Michael replied.
"Because, that car is sporting police license plates," Kitt answered. "So it is logical to assume that he is a police officer."
"Ok," Michael sighed. "Kitt please keep an eye on the semi while I...."
"We," Frank interrupted.
Michael shot Frank an annoyed look. "While we find out what the officer wants," Michael concluded.
"I will endeavor to do so," Kitt replied. "But I do suggest hurrying up, the semi will be leaving my scanner range in approximately seven minutes."
"Okay Kitt," Michael replied, climbing out, followed by Frank.
"I'm sorry that I had to run out in front of you, but we need to talk," the man said.
That voice! I know him! Michael thought, trying to place where he knew him from. Then it hit Michael. John Herald! We went to the academy together.