I had this great idea for a story when I was in History. I hope it hasn't been done already. Here goes nothing!
Black Ghost drummed his fingers impatiently on the armrest of his seat. The roaring sound of the jet plane came muffled through the thick metal walls. Three men sat before him in a small semicircle, talking and conversing contentedly as they sipped wine from glass goblets.
"I don't know. I really think investing in weaponry is the better route." A rather large man with a thick white mustache commented. Another sighed and shook his head.
"Robotics deals out bigger money."
"Yes, but only when the product is successful, which no one is ever certain whether it will be or not!" The third exclaimed in the first's defense.
"That's enough gentlemen." Black Ghost interrupted. "Now let's get down to business other than your own." The three stared with surprised wide eyes and nodded in unison. "Wars are becoming increasingly harder to start or find with those Cyborgs on the loose. Consequently profits are decreasing, and I won't have that. Now think about this: what if there was someway to journey to the past? If we could sell our newest technology in a time period lost to history think about what technological advances would be made in our current present! Plus, we would fix our problem of funds. We could even, possibly, stop the creation of the nine Cyborg prototypes." The first man sat up on the edge of his chair as well as he could with all of his bulk.
"But sir! Tampering with the past could be dangerous! Just think about what might happen if an enemy were to take or use such a device." The second nodded in agreement.
"Yes, he's right sir. The possibility for disaster is too great." The third only scratched his chin in silent thought and finally said,
"Black Ghost might have something here. Who's to say an enemy would ever find out about it?" The others gave him a skeptical look and then quickly turned back to observe Black Ghost's reaction. He only tapped his fingertips together and smiled to himself.
"At least I have one supporter…" The fat man huffed and crossed his arms.
"I'm telling you that it won't work! I have a deep feeling in my gut."
"And a rather large one it is too." Black Ghost ridiculed. The man's expression turned to shock but he had no time to respond as Scarl went on.
"I will continue this project with or without your support. The choice is yours gentlemen. If you choose to contribute then the results will be greatly in your favor." The three were silent as they considered once more. All except the beefy man shook Black Ghost's hand in acceptance. Black Ghost looked at him expectantly and then narrowed his eyes when the man made no move to comply. He shook his head violently as the hateful gaze continued to bore into his skull.
"I won't do it! I will not be one of the ones held accountable when this project goes down in flames!"
"I'm sorry to hear that." The other two men rose from their chairs to get as far away from Scarl and the fat man as they could. Scarl seized him by the throat and threw him to the floor, drawing out his gun. He pressed a foot onto the man's big belly as he leaned over and pushed the gun against his forehead. The man winced as the cold metal touched his skin. He began to bawl as Black Ghost readied the trigger.
"Please, oh please, I don't want to die!" he wailed desperately. Black Ghost only smiled. He bent down even lower to whisper in the man's ear.
"I would have invested in both." He rapidly pulled the trigger. The two remaining guests shielded their eyes from the bloody scene and each fought not to cry out in fear. Black Ghost sighed as he put away the weapon. "What a shame. Now I have to send someone to clean up this mess."
Yes I know it's short, but I have to test the waters! If anyone would like to know, I've updated The Light Chronicles on fictionpress. I really need people to read that and tell me what you think.