Serial Sci Fi / Fantasy
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Braun tilted his head back in a roar. “Heck, boy! We’re all changing the future. Even you with your grand ‘ol plans of making the world a better place. If you give the Gift to someone, do you think that doesn’t change the future?”
Then the cylinders which had been tumbling in Kerr’s head slammed into place. His subconscious had been going through major events of 1993. An old history lesson had been triggered.
New Jersey. Ryder. Ramzi. 1993.
Ramzi was a terrorist. The bombing of the first world trade center. It was their fault.
His heart began to race again. In response, the suit released even more drugs into his system. His smooth confidence returned.
He kept talking while he considered his options.
“And what are you getting out of this?” Kerr looked at the brown briefcase in Major Blanc’s hands.
Johansson laughed, interrupting them, “A better question: ‘What don’t we get?’”
“Heck yeah!” Murphy pounded fists with his friend. “Money, girls, and power, baby!”
Major Blanc coughed into her fist, concealing a grin.
“Who do you think saved the Union?” asked Braun, locking eyes with Kerr. “The Escalation of Baker’s Point? The Baker War? You don’t remember, but that could have gone badly for all of us…”
Private Murphy interrupted, “The first time around, it was.”
Johansson agreed. “We were all there. But we got out.” He shared a look with Braun. “Thanks to the Colonel.”
Kerr remembered the Escalation. It was frightening. Both sides came close to conflict.
“There was no war,” Kerr stated, knowing how Braun was about to respond.
Braun shrugged, “As I said. We took care of it. The Prime Minister had an accident that nobody needed to know about.” He made quotes in the air. “The other guys backed down. As you remember it, there was no war. Just the first time around.”
Kerr looked from face to face, trying to find a sympathetic look. “That’s the kind of thing prohibited by the UN Charter.”
Now Major Blanc broke in. Her cheeks flushed, “In the years before the Charter, the military had its own ways of dealing with time. You want to know how bad it was for me the first time around? I don’t remember the first time, because I was dead. I died in the beginning of the conflict.”
Kerr remained silent.
Braun eyed Kerr. “Let’s change the subject, Professor. What can you tell me about the Xeno Flu.”
The sudden change of subject took Kerr off-guard. He recited as if he were reading from a text book. “It is a common virus discovered in the late 21st century. It causes flu-like symptoms before causing a cascade of organ failure. A simple cure discovered in the 22nd century saved us, but not before over tens of millions died.”
“So, how are you feeling, Professor? Any muscle pain? Sinus pressure?”
Kerr realized with horror where he was going but asked anyway. “What do you mean?”