The Flux Capacitor did work; Marty had traveled back to his home in 1985 and Doctor Emmett Brown had been there to witness it. Unfortunately, Emmett knew there was no time to celebrate, even though he argued within his mind if this was true, time suddenly being so flexible. There were more, higher priorities to consider; especially now he was sure the Sheriff was investigating the issue. Doctor Brown hurried back to his shop and paced nervously behind his work bench, upon which sat the second Flux Capacitor.
"Emmett," he spoke out loud to himself, "Emmett, Emmett, Emmett. What have you done? Do you realize what you have done? Time travel! What was I thinking? There is no way to tell what sort of circumstances I may have already created which alter the future in ways which are… which are… too variable to contemplate."
He lifted the Flux Capacitor and spoke to it as if it were someone, "I should destroy you now," and he grabbed a roll of technical prints, "and all of the plans which describe you or even so much as mention you. Should you ever fall in to the wrong hands…"
His eyes then widened, "The Sheriff, he knows something odd is going on. He's snooping around, asking questions. What does he know already? I can't allow him to stumble upon all of this. The information would go up the ladder to the governor, then the president. Then what are they going to do? Give me a medal? I would think not." Brown stepped closely to a poster of Albert Einstein, "What did they do with your knowledge, heh, Albert? You simply created an equation and they built a bomb from it. Could you imagine what they would do if they ever got their hands on this?" he shook the rolls of papers in front of the poster as if he were waiting for it to respond.
"Well, we just won't let that happen," he said. "I have a plan for just an emergency. Plan Exodus. I thought I would never have to use it," he sat the Flux Capacitor by the lamp on the table along with the rolls of plans. He pulled a map down on the wall, "Plan Exodus," and while he rattled on, he did not notice tiny strings of blue electricity sifting from the lamp bulb to the Flux Capacitor. "Let's see now, where is my cousin Elliot Brown living now?" More and more strings of pwer came down to the Flux Capacitor as he studied the map, "Somewhere in Nevada I think. I should have it circled," his finger traced over the map and found the circle. "Ah, there it is."
There was large pop and crackle, Emmett Brown turned to see the glows of power stabbing the Flux Capacitor. The bulb popped and blew out. Emmett startled and said, "So, that's the reason there was a lead shielding around the capacitor. It has a very powerful and inherit draw on electricity when not shielded. That could distort the amount of power it receives while in flux."
Emmett grabbed a suitcase from a closet, "Luckily, the Sheriff doesn't know much which will buy me some time…"
There was a knock at the Doctor's door and he whispered in a panicked tone, "Great Scott!"
A voice from outside the door said, "Doctor Brown, it's the Sheriff. I need to talk to you about something very strange I saw tonight."
Rattled, the Doctor whispered again and clutched the Flux Capacitor from the table, "No time. He's here already." The Doctor cupped his hand by his mouth and quietly opened his car door, "What is it Sheriff, I am very busy right now."
"Doctor Brown, I saw you tonight with the so called weather monitor, and I saw it disappear into nothing while speeding down the street. I don't know what you are up to Doctor Brown, but we need to speak about it."
Emmett sat the Flux Capacitor in the car beside him and slowly closed the car door, all the while shouting from the window, "Okay Sheriff, I will be out in just a moment."
The Sheriff was standing out by the common entry to the garage, "I'm not sure what it is I saw, but Doc, I'm afraid you are tampering with something which could place the community at large in jeopardy."
The Sheriff jumped back as the Doctor's car came smashing through the garage door. Barely missing injury from the debris of the shattered door, not to mention being ran over by Emmett Brown, the Sheriff shielded his face and body with his arms. Doctor Brown's car swerved, hit a garbage can, throwing garbage high in the air, and straightened up with squealing wheels while it shot down the road. The Sheriff screamed out, "Doctor Brown, stop." He jumped into his patrol car and switched the lights on in pursuit.
There was only a trail of dust to follow, the Doctor had a good head start. Emmett Brown drove out into the rural area and came to a sliding halt in an open field. Thunder still roared overhead and he exited the car, running and leaving the car door standing open. The object of his desire was some fifty feet away, a crop duster.
Awkwardly, the Doctor crawled up the side of the plane and dropped the Flux Capacitor in the rear seat. He turned the ignition on the plane and it sputtered to a start. An old pair of goggles was pulled down over his eyes, and the reflection from the approaching police car flickered off the lenses. Emmett pushed the throttle down and the engine of the plane roared at a high pitch. While the plane began to roll, Emmett saw the Sheriff standing by his patrol car waving his arms. Emmett shouted, though the Sheriff could not hear a single word over the plane's engine, "Sorry Sheriff. I can't allow you to know anything about this. I hope you will understand."
The crop duster bounced a few times before liftoff and Emmett said, "I hope Elliot doesn't mind surprise guests." A gale of wind from the storm rocked the plane, "I forgot how much I hate flying."
Sheriff Mike dropped his hands by his sides and muttered, "Dammit doc." He sat back down in the patrol car and called in to the office on the two way radio. "I'm sorry. I am going to be a little late coming back in. I have a possible crime scene to investigate."
Rain had started to fall when the police car pulled back in front of Emmett Brown's garage. The Sheriff already dreaded the phone call he would receive the next day from Miss Blare concerning all of this. He stepped in out of the rain and began to look around the laboratory. The first thing to catch his attention was the map hanging on the wall. The Sheriff studied the map for a few moments, mumbling to himself, "Okay, Doctor Brown. Where are you going?" After a few more moments of watching the map, he saw the red circle. "Nevada, Doc? Are you going to Nevada?"
The Sheriff noticed the roll of paper sitting by the blown lamp which the doctor had left behind in his haste. The rubber band popped off the end as the Sheriff rolled it off the roll. He flattened the sheets out on the table and began to read intermittently, "Diagrams and procedures… Doctor Emmett Brown… Power vectors with relativity sequences… Speed allowances per watt ratios… Flux Capacitor." The Sheriff's mouth dropped, "Tested and successful, time travel."
The Sheriff rubbed his upper lip, "This is impossible. But I saw…" and yes, he remembered he had seen it. Otherwise, reading this document would have made him laugh, as though it were some sort of elaborate joke. "What could Emmett Brown do with time travel? Is this legal?"
The Sheriff rolled the papers up and said, "I have to call someone. I have to report this. But who is going to believe me? I will need to call… I don't know. The FBI?"
The Sheriff tucked the papers under his coat and walked back out to his car.
The storm which had hit Hill Valley was massive, and spanned over the mountains of California and into Nevada. Some areas of the storm were worse than others, and though Emmett Brown had witnessed a segment of the storm violent enough to destroy to the town clock tower, he had not encountered worst yet. Emmett would screech at times when the wind would whip the plane in the air, and he would flinch at flashes of lightening and the claps of thunder. Sometimes, he would flinch so hard the plane would dip.
The Doctor looked over the edge of the plane and saw what he knew to be his cousin Elliot's country home in the desert. A bright and cheerful smile came over his face, but was quickly wiped away by the largest clap of thunder he had heard yet. This was when he discovered he was in the most violent segment of storm yet. The wind whipped the plane to and fro, causing groans and rattles which sounded as though the plane were about to rip apart.
Ribbons of bluish electricity began to flow from the clouds above and circle about the plane. The Doctor looked back at the Flux Capacitor which was also emitting the same pale glow. "Egad," he wiped. The Doc started his decent as more ribbons of power began to play around the plane. Emmett tried to fly around them, but they were drawn to the Flux Capacitor.
"I have to get this plane out of the air, at the speed I am going a bolt of lightning would trigger a temporal displacement," cried out Doctor Brown.
A very close bolt of lightning flashed in front of the plane, and the ribbons of power streaming into the rear seat of the crop duster began to pulse. Emmett Brown gasped in panic and began to wiggle the stick in the plane, trying desperately to shake the ribbons of energy loose. A fierce gale of wind whipped the plane to the left. Emmett Brown screeched in hysteria, and the ribbons of raw electricity folded on one another as the plane rolled, warping and binding around one another, weaving one singular and massive rope of energy. The dark cloud above the plane glowed for a split second, and a bolt of lightning rode the glowing power rope down into the back of plane, striking the Flux Capacitor.
Without a destination in time set, the plane vanished.
A balding man with tiny spectacles said, in a thick nerdish accent, "Don't worry Sheriff. I am sure with the storm and everything happening, what you may have seen was probably an optical illusion." The man was wearing an expensive black suit, and he was accompanied by two men dressed similarly. They were speaking to Sheriff Mike inside of his office.
The Sheriff replied, "It was a pretty convincing illusion."
"Yes," the balding man replied. His name was Alexander Kroft, but he normally answered to Kroft alone. "I have looked this over," and the rolled documents from Emmett Brown's laboratory was in his hand, "and there is no way any of this is real. A lot of theory, but mostly the nonsensical scribblings of a very disturbed man."
The Sheriff nodded; this he could agree with. "Well, I thank you men from the FBI for showing up so quickly and taking this matter seriously."
The balding man said, "We will be taking these papers with us, and not because we believe there is any legitimacy to it, of course, but because the Cold War is growing. This is why we came so quickly. One can never be too sure when a paper labeled 'Time Machine' could be in secret the plans for a bomb."
The Sheriff lifted a brow, "You don't think the Doctor is dangerous… that he has switched sides?"
The suited balding man replied, "The real question is, Sheriff, was he ever really on our side to begin with. I have sent some men out to keep an eye on the location in Nevada, but the good Doctor has not shown up there. If he should return, stay away from him, and call us."
The Sheriff shook hands with the balding man and said, "Sure thing. And once again, thanks for rushing out."