only Guy was willing to sit near him. Faraday helped Chase to his feet and helped him onto the other couch beside Sarah. Faraday pulled a chair from the table by the window and pulled another one across for Teller.
“Am I looking for alcoholic beverages? Because that is all that is here.” Edward’s shouted from the kitchen.
“Bring some beers.” Jacob demanded.
Edward returned handing cans of Budweiser to everyone.
Guy looked at his as though it was a spaceship. “Allow me.” Jacob took Guy’s beer and opened it for him. “You drink from the hole.” He handed it back to Guy, who looked amazed.
“Now James, you are playing a very dangerous game here.” Jacob began before swigging from his can.
“I watched you die.” Was all Faraday could say.
Jacob let out his manic laugh for the first time since his arrival. “Bullet proof vest I’m afraid.”
“I can shoot you in the head if you prefer.” Faraday snapped.
“There’s no need for that kind of talk Mr Faraday.” Guy interrupted.
“You don’t know him!” Chase shouted.
Guy was taken aback and instead of replying took the opportunity to sip from his beer.
Jacob laughed once again. “None of you know me. And none of us knew Abaddon. Each and every one of us have been lied to, with the exception of you Guy.”
“I have not been lied to.” Teller replied.
Jacob could not control his laughter. “Is that so doctor? Do you think he was going to let you live? Do you think he would have left you in control of the wormhole generators?”
“That was the arrangement.” Teller replied.
“Would you like to know what your precious friend did with your generator?”
“What did he do?” Teller asked.
“He used it to transport nuclear warheads from the future back to 1969, he went to war with the Soviets and he blew half the world to hell.”
There was silence as the words sank in.
“Excuse me, I do not understand, what is a nuclear warhead?” Guy asked.
“Well Guy, imagine if there were barrels of gunpowder that could destroy entire cities and countries in seconds, killing millions in the process.” Jacob replied.
“What are the Soviets?” Guy asked.
“Russia.”
“I thought you wanted the end of communism?” Faraday asked.
“Oh yes, I did. But he screwed me like he screwed all of you. He told me that I would be made head of the CIA if I helped him. So I did as I was asked, just like you did. But Abaddon had me over a barrel, to speak in a language that Guy here will understand. I was a fugitive, he wanted rid of me because I knew too much. He gave me the choice of death or travelling to the future. I chose the latter and decided that I would pay dear David Lewis a visit. I was going to kill him as I was told he was the only surviving member of your little team, and then I saw you. I was astonished, he had lied to me again. He had told me you were all dead, all gone. Then things started getting strange.
All of a sudden, Guy Fawkes was no longer a household name. I looked it up online and discovered that the gunpowder plot no longer existed. It was described as a fire that burned down the parliament building, killing only guards.”
“So the King survived?” Guy asked, sounding disappointed.
“Yes, he did. Then all of a sudden there were conspiracy theorists that claimed the Titanic was sunk by time travellers or aliens. A woman and a man fitting your descriptions had appeared on the scene and disappeared. The theorists argued that they had boarded a lifeboat, before disappearing into a bright blinding light. Just like that, now having one of these.” Jacob pulled out a portable wormhole generator, identical to the one that they had. “The description sounded somewhat familiar. So then, I looked online for any other instances where people had appeared and disappeared in strange circumstances. That’s when I traced the