"What is it?" Joshua asks, eyes still searching for any trace of the Banner car. His ruined Plymouth is slowing down to a more acceptable sixty MPH; it looks like the bad guys really did get away--again--and some of the chase has gone out of him.
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"What is it?" Joshua asks, eyes still searching for any trace of the Banner car. His ruined Plymouth is slowing down to a more acceptable sixty MPH; it looks like the bad guys really did get away--again--and some of the chase has gone out of him.
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"Uh..."
He wasn't really sure what to tell Joshua, or how much the Moros knew about Time Arcana. It was entirely possible knowing what shouldn't be possible was wigging him out more than it would the other man, who might not know.
It was hard not to think of the Terminator movies.
"...it's a picture of us. Somewhere..."
An epiphany; he snapped his fingers.
"...else."
He pointed his gun at their passenger, but it was a casual gesture to indicate rather than threaten.
"This... door. We haven't found it, but we will, because we have. We don't need to find it, because we did. We do."
Just like the threads that criss-crossed Space, threads criss-crossed Time. Even though they had yet to find one endpoint, they already had the other, which they could follow.
"Joshua, take us to the Museum. If anyone has records, they do, and we can prep for a ritual."
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The Banshee leaned back and nodded. He looked tried but please.
" Exactly. " he said. "Just as the others will."
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Feel free to start a new thread when you pull up to the museum, just to keep scenes seperate
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"Yessir," Joshua says, and sets a course. He didn't have to see the picture to know this was just the start of a very long day.
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