man replied, "Yeah, I'm Vic and I hail from Chicago ."
"Is the city where we stand right now, Chicago ?"
"No, we're in Denver . Ironically, the folks here are right in the middle of their Zombie Festival. This is the big mall crawl where they get dead drunk… Get it, dead drunk."
The Athenian shook his head in confusion. "I do not understand this celebration. Are you in a position to assist me in my efforts to get back to Athens ?"
" Look, Mr. Proper Pants-"
"Prometheus."
"Whatever, you're not going to Athens , you're not going to back to your time, and you're not going to finish you're conversation with Socrates or visit Atlantis again. You are a few thousand years in the future and you have a lot to learn before you can get started on your mission."
" Mission ?"
"Yeah, we've all been given a mission. Just follow me and keep your pie hole shut."
"Pie hole?"
" Yeah, that thing you're yapping with."
"Yapping?"
"Stop talking. Keep your mouth closed and start listening. I have to take you back to the safe house. There's a guy there from your time, who will explain things in a way, you can understand."
* * *
Sitting in the center of his lab, scientist, Dr. Daniel Cronsworth, turned from his computer screen and wrote down a few notes in his journal. Occasionally the man in his late forties finger - combed his thick dark hair that had streaks of gray showing through. Hutch, his young undergrad lab assistant, with his own mop of brown hair, walked in the room and placed a file on the table next to the spectrophotometer . "Hey boss, your presence has been requested in the conference room."
Without turning from his lab journal, Daniel continued to write notes as he replied, "And who wants to see me in the conference room. If it's for Monica's birthday party, you can start without me. Will you check the autoclave? It stopped making the beeping sound when it finishes and I don't want to leave the instruments in there all weekend."
Hutch walked toward the door as he gave his answer. "Monica's birthday party was last week. The autoclave is still cooling down and will be doing so for another hour and there's a gigantic military dude waiting for you."
"He can wait until I'm finished with my notes."
The lab assistant stopped at the door, turned back toward his boss and said, "He arrived in a helicopter that landed in the parking lot. There are guys standing guard at the front door. I wouldn't make him wait, but heck, you have fancy microscopes and Petri dishes, all they have are big guns."
Daniel dropped his pen and quickly took off his reading glasses. With a light jog, he caught up to Hutch and exited the lab.
He entered the conference room and saw a six foot seven, light red haired general with a slight beer gut waiting for him. "Dr. Cronsworth," the military man said and stuck out his hand, "I'm General Christopher Brown." The two men shook hands. "I'm sorry for the sudden interruption to your work, but we have a situation that needs your immediate attention. Normally, when something strange like this happens, I call the Collins Institute, but they said you might be better equipped for this situation."
Still confused as why the General was here, Daniel had all kinds of questions spinning through his head. Moments ago, he was engrossed in his gene splicing project and now he was talking to a man who travels with armed guards. "Collins Institute? Why would they recommend me? Wait, what do you mean strange situation?"
The tall general motioned his hand to the chairs so they could take the weight off their feet. Sitting across from each other at the long mahogany conference table, Brown explained. "I didn't believe it when the details came across my desk, but it appears to be verified. I saw security video, talked to several morticians and coroners, it appears to be true."
Daniel glanced at the two soldiers stationed by the door and back at the general. "I still don't understand. What appears to be true?"
Brown rubbed
"Is the city where we stand right now, Chicago ?"
"No, we're in Denver . Ironically, the folks here are right in the middle of their Zombie Festival. This is the big mall crawl where they get dead drunk… Get it, dead drunk."
The Athenian shook his head in confusion. "I do not understand this celebration. Are you in a position to assist me in my efforts to get back to Athens ?"
" Look, Mr. Proper Pants-"
"Prometheus."
"Whatever, you're not going to Athens , you're not going to back to your time, and you're not going to finish you're conversation with Socrates or visit Atlantis again. You are a few thousand years in the future and you have a lot to learn before you can get started on your mission."
" Mission ?"
"Yeah, we've all been given a mission. Just follow me and keep your pie hole shut."
"Pie hole?"
" Yeah, that thing you're yapping with."
"Yapping?"
"Stop talking. Keep your mouth closed and start listening. I have to take you back to the safe house. There's a guy there from your time, who will explain things in a way, you can understand."
* * *
Sitting in the center of his lab, scientist, Dr. Daniel Cronsworth, turned from his computer screen and wrote down a few notes in his journal. Occasionally the man in his late forties finger - combed his thick dark hair that had streaks of gray showing through. Hutch, his young undergrad lab assistant, with his own mop of brown hair, walked in the room and placed a file on the table next to the spectrophotometer . "Hey boss, your presence has been requested in the conference room."
Without turning from his lab journal, Daniel continued to write notes as he replied, "And who wants to see me in the conference room. If it's for Monica's birthday party, you can start without me. Will you check the autoclave? It stopped making the beeping sound when it finishes and I don't want to leave the instruments in there all weekend."
Hutch walked toward the door as he gave his answer. "Monica's birthday party was last week. The autoclave is still cooling down and will be doing so for another hour and there's a gigantic military dude waiting for you."
"He can wait until I'm finished with my notes."
The lab assistant stopped at the door, turned back toward his boss and said, "He arrived in a helicopter that landed in the parking lot. There are guys standing guard at the front door. I wouldn't make him wait, but heck, you have fancy microscopes and Petri dishes, all they have are big guns."
Daniel dropped his pen and quickly took off his reading glasses. With a light jog, he caught up to Hutch and exited the lab.
He entered the conference room and saw a six foot seven, light red haired general with a slight beer gut waiting for him. "Dr. Cronsworth," the military man said and stuck out his hand, "I'm General Christopher Brown." The two men shook hands. "I'm sorry for the sudden interruption to your work, but we have a situation that needs your immediate attention. Normally, when something strange like this happens, I call the Collins Institute, but they said you might be better equipped for this situation."
Still confused as why the General was here, Daniel had all kinds of questions spinning through his head. Moments ago, he was engrossed in his gene splicing project and now he was talking to a man who travels with armed guards. "Collins Institute? Why would they recommend me? Wait, what do you mean strange situation?"
The tall general motioned his hand to the chairs so they could take the weight off their feet. Sitting across from each other at the long mahogany conference table, Brown explained. "I didn't believe it when the details came across my desk, but it appears to be verified. I saw security video, talked to several morticians and coroners, it appears to be true."
Daniel glanced at the two soldiers stationed by the door and back at the general. "I still don't understand. What appears to be true?"
Brown rubbed
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