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that time travel is actually happening, it’s not that far-fetched. I’m not saying it doesn’t screw with your mind, but it’s not beyond the realm of possibility.”
“So he’s not putting on a show?”
“Oh, I don’t think so. He’s not that good of an actor. Believe me.”
“Well, maybe Dr. Graham can pull something out of him.”
Dr. Graham. The other wrinkle. “Should we get back out there?” he asked, ready to leave the bathroom now that his solitude had been compromised.
Carr nodded and then slapped Dexter in a hard but fatherly manner on the back, then followed him out the door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jeff was pleased that, for the time being, the onus was going to be off of him, though it was transitioning to his friend. He was actually looking forward to hearing what had happened to Dexter’s previous runner. He knew they needed his expertise to find a solution – if there was a solution to be found – so this was an important first step toward getting his life back.
He looked down the table at the woman who had approached him. He still hadn’t gotten her name, saving face by pretending that he knew who she was. He didn’t, actually. Had never seen her before in his life. But he immediately gathered that she was part of the Time Program team, which meant that the other Jeff would have worked with her. The conversation was short, so he didn’t really have the time to dig into anything with her. She’d been stand-offish anyway, strictly business. He thought she was simply being cordial, coming over to see him. He didn’t get the impression they were friends outside of the business of the USTP.
Though they’d hurried the conversation, they would have had a little more time had they chosen to use it. The five minute break was extended as Dexter, the man of the hour, disappeared. If Jeff knew his friend, he was holed up in the bathroom prepping his comments to make sure he was saying all the right things. Dexter was so cautious about everything. Which was one of the key attributes that Jeff had appreciated when bringing him on the team, but at times he found it could be a bit much. Though, it was possible that Jeff had developed that sentiment because he was still harboring resentment against Dexter for not letting him do the Wilton job in the first place.
In any case, he saw Dexter as in a “no lose” situation. Like him, he was the only one who had experienced the change in history. In truth, if he hadn’t come back and blabbed about everything he’d seen, they would have had no way of knowing any of it. As everyone waited, most of them back in their seats, he allowed his mind to wander, trying to trace his friend’s path into and through history. After a few moments, he was convinced he’d settled on some important concepts, including the fact that Kane’s work had negated the need to take the trip at all. In this reality, the USTP stiffs would never even have heard of Kane, much less be standing there waiting for Dexter to return with him. As Jeff saw it, Dexter could have just shown up for work the next morning like nothing had happened, and no one would have been the wiser.
Which made him wonder what exactly he’d told them. There would be – should be – a lot of wiggle room for him.
It also caused him to take note for his own future reference. There was wiggle room for him, as well. Possibly even enough to promote his own scientific theories.
Finally, Dexter appeared in the doorway, followed by the general, uniformed and standing tall. The few who remained standing quickly took their seats while Dexter sat in front of the laptop at the end of the table and began scrolling through some internet pages. Jeff followed his navigation on the large screen on the wall behind him. Someone dimmed the lights.
More formally than was probably necessary, Bremner re-introduced Dexter, setting the stage for his presentation. Dexter stood, the computer’s remote control in his hand, and
“So he’s not putting on a show?”
“Oh, I don’t think so. He’s not that good of an actor. Believe me.”
“Well, maybe Dr. Graham can pull something out of him.”
Dr. Graham. The other wrinkle. “Should we get back out there?” he asked, ready to leave the bathroom now that his solitude had been compromised.
Carr nodded and then slapped Dexter in a hard but fatherly manner on the back, then followed him out the door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jeff was pleased that, for the time being, the onus was going to be off of him, though it was transitioning to his friend. He was actually looking forward to hearing what had happened to Dexter’s previous runner. He knew they needed his expertise to find a solution – if there was a solution to be found – so this was an important first step toward getting his life back.
He looked down the table at the woman who had approached him. He still hadn’t gotten her name, saving face by pretending that he knew who she was. He didn’t, actually. Had never seen her before in his life. But he immediately gathered that she was part of the Time Program team, which meant that the other Jeff would have worked with her. The conversation was short, so he didn’t really have the time to dig into anything with her. She’d been stand-offish anyway, strictly business. He thought she was simply being cordial, coming over to see him. He didn’t get the impression they were friends outside of the business of the USTP.
Though they’d hurried the conversation, they would have had a little more time had they chosen to use it. The five minute break was extended as Dexter, the man of the hour, disappeared. If Jeff knew his friend, he was holed up in the bathroom prepping his comments to make sure he was saying all the right things. Dexter was so cautious about everything. Which was one of the key attributes that Jeff had appreciated when bringing him on the team, but at times he found it could be a bit much. Though, it was possible that Jeff had developed that sentiment because he was still harboring resentment against Dexter for not letting him do the Wilton job in the first place.
In any case, he saw Dexter as in a “no lose” situation. Like him, he was the only one who had experienced the change in history. In truth, if he hadn’t come back and blabbed about everything he’d seen, they would have had no way of knowing any of it. As everyone waited, most of them back in their seats, he allowed his mind to wander, trying to trace his friend’s path into and through history. After a few moments, he was convinced he’d settled on some important concepts, including the fact that Kane’s work had negated the need to take the trip at all. In this reality, the USTP stiffs would never even have heard of Kane, much less be standing there waiting for Dexter to return with him. As Jeff saw it, Dexter could have just shown up for work the next morning like nothing had happened, and no one would have been the wiser.
Which made him wonder what exactly he’d told them. There would be – should be – a lot of wiggle room for him.
It also caused him to take note for his own future reference. There was wiggle room for him, as well. Possibly even enough to promote his own scientific theories.
Finally, Dexter appeared in the doorway, followed by the general, uniformed and standing tall. The few who remained standing quickly took their seats while Dexter sat in front of the laptop at the end of the table and began scrolling through some internet pages. Jeff followed his navigation on the large screen on the wall behind him. Someone dimmed the lights.
More formally than was probably necessary, Bremner re-introduced Dexter, setting the stage for his presentation. Dexter stood, the computer’s remote control in his hand, and
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