“The Temporal Event Indicator’s lighting up. Looks like we have another trip in our near future.”
“Or our far past, Josue.”
Wyatt Ellison walked over next to where his partner Josue Hunter was gazing down at the screen of the Indicator. It actually wasn’t a screen in a conventional sense. Both men were looking at a holographic projection inside a spherical depression about the size of a bowling ball (and they were among a very small group who still knew what a bowling ball was) set in a table top.
“The Sky Disc of Nebra, Hunter mused. “We can’t actually let these two morons find it.”
“That’s our job. Suppress revolutionary discoveries that would take the course of this time line on a different trajectory, Josue.”