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“So who is she?” Martin Fields had just put on his upgraded time jump suit. He didn’t see Isis materialize behind him in the center of his bedroom, but he knew how to feel her presence by now.
“Consider it a challenge to discover that for yourself, Martin.”
“Too easy, Isis.” He turned to face her. “The new suit’s sensors can detect her jumps. I can literally be one step ahead of her and I have all the time in the universe to do it in.”
“Then please proceed.”
Isis was always smug and condescending, but he still thought she was up to something. What did she know about the other time traveler? Probably everything.
There were no more manual controls on the suit. Not since the incident with the Zodiac killer. Now the suit was virtually skin-tight and with holographic properties that allowed Martin to project any costume he needed to blend in with any period in history. He could control the suit at the speed of thought.
Catching NaCumbea should be a breeze.
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