A blazing layer of stratus clouds from an impending sunrise -- something that looked its best for barely five minutes on Oct. 31, 2012. The foreground streetlight isn't THAT powerful, but I also made it a true morning light in silhouette.
Time Bombs, Pt. 10 of 11. When Blanche was turning around to exit the room in the upper floor of the mansion, she saw Miranda arriving at the entryway of it. She was carrying a key. Her face showed initial surprise but quickly grew stern with anger. "What are you doing here? You are supposed to be in you guest room for the night."
She forced a smile to try and soften her mood and bluff her way out of the situation. "Ah . . . I was just lookin' about the place . . . fer a bathroom."
"Don't take me for a fool," she snarled, and closed the door behind her carefully. "You were meddling, snooping, and found materials you were not supposed to. Now, I'll have to take a bit of action of my own for your interference."
"Oh, rah-ly! You've gotta be kidding. You could never -- ugh!"
Miranda delivered a
Time Bombs, Pt. 9 of 11. Jack Bradford had become a master numismatist and collector of antiques, amongst other things, in the late twentieth century. Being from the future, he gambled confidently to make money from knowledge of it, but became a subject of mystery and intrigue to others. He seemed to arrive suddenly thus onto the elite social ladder. After being in the "new" age for a little over fifteen years, he had a spacious mansion, few close friends, and a fervent drive to succeed and lead. One of his friends was Mr. James Randolf, a man of sixty now, who had shown him how to play the field and earn influence for a decade. To commemorate the milestone in time, Jack had an appreciation party for him. It had been a pleasant evening event into a warm sultry August night -- 1998.
As Jack Bradford was showing his regular guests out to bring a close to the elegant late-evening party, Blanche and Paige
Time Bombs, Pt. 8 of 11. Two uniformed men entered the laboratory first with their weapons ready for use, followed by their leader and others. There was an increasing hum in the room, in addition to the continuous buzzing of the alarm, and Xavier put his open right hand forward at them and held up the briefcase with the left. They appeared surprised to see him, but he smiled arrogantly and said, "You are too late, Commander. I have what I need to fulfill my ultimate dream."
"Xavier! Minerva! You are both insane. You can't -- "
"Oh, no, sir! It's Jack and Miranda Bradford from now on where we're going. In addition to discarding my worthless 'honors,' and identity here, I will leave you with a choice to save lives now or face the full power of these rings instantly, like the guards outside did," he proposed.
The hum matched the lou
Time Bombs, Pt. 7 of 11. Victor Kaspanov noticed Xavier glancing frequently at the nearby ambulite rings throughout their conversation and said, "These rings are the most important part of the project and the upcoming experiment. Those ten beauties are the very keys to time travel by design and the future evolution of our technology, our species. I believe we can reach for the stars at last by working together with them."
"I suspected they were. Now that you've at least given me some idea of how to use them and a little of what to expect, I'd be almost afraid to."
The rings in the shallow tray in front of him were elegant. Each was made of 22-carat gold because the precious metal was very inert and firmly held an oval polished, shiny sample of the substance a centimeter across as black and mysterious as the place it was initially found -- deep space. Ornate designs and etch
Time Bombs, Pt. 4 of 11. The intruder slid open a large tinted glass door, crossed a living room, carefully passed through a hall, and ascended to the second floor of the residence using an electromagnetic lift. She heard a faint hum coming from an open room ahead to her left and moved quietly forward. The whole place was elegant and looked like a modern museum. It had to be meticulously maintained, and she felt time was of the essence to do her vile duty before the maintenance technician arrive -- always too soon.
When Minerva looked into the room, she smiled and put away her sidearm. Adjusting her glasses, she saw Arlaina taking a sensual bubble shower. The beautiful middle-aged woman was inside a much-mirrored chamber the size of a closet and standing in churning warm water a little more than waist-deep behind a sturdy glass door. She was wearing a lovely one-piece white swimsuit and matching white bathin
Time Bombs, Pt. 5 of 11. The spiteful woman took a final look at Arlaina, motionless at the bottom of the water-filled chamber. She was leaning against the glass with eyes open and gazing aimlessly ahead. At what? To where? She thought once about draining the water but merely breathed a sigh of relief and left the bathroom, as if to relief a burden from herself. After the door slid shut behind her, Minerva was surprised by the voice of the maintenance technician coming from the lower level of the residence, a rough masculine articulation that convinced her that the newcomer was also a security guard of some sort. Her pulse quickened, and she drew her sidearm prepared for violence.
"I have come early for my duties, Ms. Klexton," he said. "What assignments do you wish me to perform first?"
The voice came through an intercom. Minerva forgot about the electromagnetic