Ok, ok. I'm getting back in the groove of normal living again. I can
tell by the replies, I need to get a move on this story. Major apologies
for holding things up for so long.
In case, you're still interested but have forgotten what's going on,
here are the past chapter post #S:
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And now here's Chapter 17:
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Chapter Seventeen
Standing and making his way around the desk, the man eyed Maggie intently.
She was certainly an enigma to him. He circled the chair she occupied,
wondering how much
to reveal, wondering about her origins . . . and her obvious lack of
knowledge. He clasped his hands behind his back and halted his pacing
to stand only inches in front of
her.
Miss Beckett, are you, at all, familiar with Quinn Mallory?
he blurted out. He would start at the beginning and see just how much
she did know.
Maggie sighed and rolled her eyes. <You might know Quinn had something
to do with all of this. What has he done now? Even when I try to get
away from him, I cant.
Well, no sense in denying it.>
Yes. Yes, I am. But what has this got to do with you hog-tying
me just because I want to go back in time. What did he do? Did he somehow
get to you before I arrived and warn you I might come in? Did he tell
you not to let me leave? That would be just like the bastard. He clings
to Wade, yet he wont let anyone else go. He has to be in
charge. She fumed more and more as she spoke.
The man frowned. <The woman really is out of her mind. She actually
thinks I spoke with Quinn.> He stood up straight, and contemplated
her words. Turning to the window, his thoughts continued to race through
his mind.
<Could it be that she has traveled forward in time? Did Quinn meet
her in his new time, discover how to move forward, and send her along?
Maybe shes just trying to get
back to him. But no, she called him a bastard. She doesnt like
him. She sounded . . . jealous! What on earth is going on?>
He turned abruptly back to the woman.
Miss Beckett. He paused, squinting his eyes as he stared
her down. When was the last time you saw Quinn Mallory?
She returned his stare, contemplating his question. <What is with
this inquisition? How does he know Quinn?> She gave a sudden intake
of breath. <Did Quinn come to see
this man earlier and go back in time? My God! Thats what he did!
He went back to get Wade! But why is this man so bent out of shape?
I thought time travel on this world was
an everyday occurrence. What has Quinn done now?>
Well, Miss Beckett, Im waiting. When did you last see him
. . . and where?
This morning . . . at the hotel. He left with his brother and
the professor, and I havent seen him since. I dont know
anything about what hes gotten himself into. I just
wanted to correct a mistake with my big mouth. Im not involved
with whatever hes done.
The man flinched at her first words. <This morning? So she was with
him, and she has come forward in time. Did he send her as a preliminary?
Will he be coming soon to
share his discovery with us? And she said, the professor!
What has he got to do with all of this?> The man couldnt believe
his luck. He stormed out of the room, leaving the hog-tied Maggie to
wonder.
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Professor Arturo ushered Quinn and the others into the main entrance
of Timeline Enterprises. After another round of flashing credentials
to the proper authorities, he led
them down the corridor to the left of the main desk. He tried his best
to shield Quinn from the lady manning the front desk by having the others
stand around him, but he
wasnt sure he was successful. He couldnt tell if the questioning
look on her face was because of him bringing in so many people, or if
she had seen -- and recognized -- Quinn Mallory. He moved as quickly
as possible toward his lab, before she could say something.
Going through a number of checkpoints made Quinn realize this was no
small operation. The place probably had more security than Fort Knox.
And that certainly wasnt good. If Maggie was here, it was going
to be a helluva task in locating her.
Right this way, people.
Professor Arturo ushered them into a large room, full of strange equipment,
computers, and walls of equations. Quinns eyes lit up with curiosity.
Remmy, Colin,
and the other man were in speechless awe. Professor Arturo beamed. He
knew, without a doubt, he had impressed the entire group, Mr. Mallory,
especially.
Quinn turned full-circle as he took in every corner of the room. He
had never seen such an array of equipment in one place. Oh, the things
he could do with this kind of facility in which to do his work. He caught
himself after several minutes of unadulterated adoration of his surroundings.
Professor, this is all very wonderful, but how is it going to
help us find Maggie? And what about this . . . Jim fellow from the time
store we were in? Is he supposed to be
here?
Oh, no, I am sure he isnt in this area. This is the scientific
wing of the place. This, my boy, is where discoveries are made, and
updates on time travel are calculated. Jim is all business. Hes
in the profession of buying and selling, not in discovery. He
said that last with a bit of distaste, as if that end were very inferior
to his.
Then why are we here? We need to find Maggie. We need to be looking
for this man, Jim. Quinn was suddenly agitated at the professor.
The man was trying to show out in front of him, and for a moment, he
was allowing it. But he had to concentrate on finding Maggie. Maybe
after that, he could take a moment to examine all this wonderful
technology spread out in front of him.
Professor Arturo sighed. <All of this amazing equipment and potential
staring him in the face, and the lad can only think of finding this
woman. The boy might be Quinns
double, but he certainly isnt cut from the same cloth. He isnt
much of a scientist, at all.>
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