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Run on Shadow's Edge

Forensic Jorge Velez is on the heels of a series of murders but the events unfolding may have already happened. His team found intertwined events, unusual evidences, strange disappearances, time lapses, and feeling of 'deja vu'. In order for them to truly find out what is happening they literally need to run towards the shadow's edge and fell 150 meters below. -------- Did he just walk inside a top secret military program? Where is Dr. Molina? What is his purpose in inviting him? The electric noise was literally raising all the hair on his arms. There were sudden huge sparks that could literally fry and it randomly  hit the floor and the tall ceiling above. What is this place? There is something massive going on and he needed to understand what this is all about. "Impressed?" A man behind him asked. It was Dr. Molina. He removed his goggles and grabbed Jorge's arms. "I could see you are in a confused state. Come inside the briefing room." Confused is an underestimation. Jorge was literally in a state of shock. Inside the briefing room, Jorge's hand was trembling as he drank a glass of water together with his medication. He needed something to calm himself down. The voices he heard in his radio, the message from Colonel Riva, and this massive thing in front of him is just too much to process in the blink of an eye. He needed to slow down. "What's going on?" Jorge's asked as Dr. Molina pore over the result of many of his experiments. "What you see is what you get Jorge. It's the real deal. A time machine." Jorge felt his breathing stopped. He heard it loud and clear. A T-I-M-E machine.

ags2020b · Sci-fi
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154 Chs

Information in the Garbage

Primo Lanz made a 360 degree turn on their way to Forestry Lane. The car tire made a black burn on the asphalt street where they did the forced maneuver. Forestry Lane was the northernmost part of the town, and it is a subdivision where it housed similar 50's style houses in various unkempt states. This is where most of the town workers bought their houses-apart from the fact that the town council partially paid for them to help its people settle worry-free. This is also the town council strategy to reduce crowding in the town's capacity filled apartments.

The surroundings were poorly maintained, and tall grasses overtook much of the dirty lawn. Garbage was haphazardly thrown on the side streets as rats of various sizes feast on leftover food.

"This isn't what I expected, Primo," Susana sighed.

"Well, we have been here a while ago at Paul Kelis's house."

Susana covered her face. "Ugh, the garbage! The streets were so filthy!"