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Time and Serpent: Conclusion
Cleaned up and reinstated as active agents in Blacknet's database, the agents rested at a nearby safehouse in Samson, California.
"So all this time Ssuthraa was trying to kill himself?" asked Archive.
Jim-Bean nodded. "He was talking about becoming the Prime. I think he was trying to do something over; whatever happened when he was in the guise of Hunt didn't work, so he got access to time travel technology, went backwards in time, and started over."
"Time travel makes my head hurt." Hammer left out the part that at some point, he gained access to time travel and attempted to warn himself.
"Yeah, speaking of which, you said something about how you were the Prime," said Jim-Bean suspiciously.
Archive shrugged. "Heat of the moment, I guess." He too left out the feeling of triumph he felt when he killed Ssuthraa. It felt so right. As if he were the guardian of time and space…
Jim-Bean looked down at his cistron. "Oh great."
Archive checked his cistron. "What now?"
"Looks like your girlfriend screwed up," muttered Hammer. "That thing we delivered to her escaped."
Jim-Bean rubbed his forehead. "She's not my girlfriend."
The message indicated that the thing's containment cylinder was eaten through by powerful acid, as was a single window pane to the outside. The thing, aided by a sudden spurt in growth or capability, escaped and disappeared without a trace in the metropolis of Samson.
Archive pulled up a recent newspaper clipping. "The homeless population noticeably declined soon after."
"So Sprague wants us to find it?" asked Jim-Bean.
"Oh, we know where it is," said Hammer, scanning his cistern. "He wants us to track down Harold Gall's car and see if we can find anything that will help us defeat it. Brute force isn't going to work."
"Why not?" asked Archive.
"Because that thing wiped out a thirty-man team," he said grimly.
Cleaned up and reinstated as active agents in Blacknet's database, the agents rested at a nearby safehouse in Samson, California.
"So all this time Ssuthraa was trying to kill himself?" asked Archive.
Jim-Bean nodded. "He was talking about becoming the Prime. I think he was trying to do something over; whatever happened when he was in the guise of Hunt didn't work, so he got access to time travel technology, went backwards in time, and started over."
"Time travel makes my head hurt." Hammer left out the part that at some point, he gained access to time travel and attempted to warn himself.
"Yeah, speaking of which, you said something about how you were the Prime," said Jim-Bean suspiciously.
Archive shrugged. "Heat of the moment, I guess." He too left out the feeling of triumph he felt when he killed Ssuthraa. It felt so right. As if he were the guardian of time and space…
Jim-Bean looked down at his cistron. "Oh great."
Archive checked his cistron. "What now?"
"Looks like your girlfriend screwed up," muttered Hammer. "That thing we delivered to her escaped."
Jim-Bean rubbed his forehead. "She's not my girlfriend."
The message indicated that the thing's containment cylinder was eaten through by powerful acid, as was a single window pane to the outside. The thing, aided by a sudden spurt in growth or capability, escaped and disappeared without a trace in the metropolis of Samson.
Archive pulled up a recent newspaper clipping. "The homeless population noticeably declined soon after."
"So Sprague wants us to find it?" asked Jim-Bean.
"Oh, we know where it is," said Hammer, scanning his cistern. "He wants us to track down Harold Gall's car and see if we can find anything that will help us defeat it. Brute force isn't going to work."
"Why not?" asked Archive.
"Because that thing wiped out a thirty-man team," he said grimly.