GUILTY CONSCIENCE
Henry N. Silva
The scientist and his assistant wait patiently in the alley…
“You sure this is where he said to meet?” The assistant asks.
His mentor nods in assurance, “Positive.”
Not too long after, an older man emerges. A man whom the assistant only knows as the terrorist.
“Did you do what I asked?” The older man snarls.
“Yessir,” the scientist hands the terrorist the suitcase he had been carrying. “Used the leftover uranium you gave us to make exactly what you wanted.”
The terrorist takes hold of the suitcase, “If this bomb turns out to be fake, you and your family are done for, yah hear?”
“No need to worry.”
“So what’re yah making with all that extra uranium anyways?”
“A time machine.”
“Ha, that’s rich!” The terrorist bellows, before turning around and leaving…
The assistant then turns towards his mentor, “Did you really just give him a real bomb?”
“Sure did.”
“How do you not have a guilty conscience about that?!”
“Like I said… No need to worry.”
***
The terrorist makes his way towards the amusement park, suitcase in hand…
Suddenly, a flurry of police officers surround him, “Freeze!”
Among them is the scientist himself…
“You?!” The terrorist shakes his head in disbelief, “How?!”
“I waited until you would try to detonate the bomb, to see where you’d be and when,” the scientist explains. “Then I went back in time to stop you.”
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