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Teagen’s eyes widened as the gun slid beside the couch and several magazines. He looked from them to the man, Wow,

“This is a better choice. It’s a Beretta M1934. Seven shots a mag.”

Teagen nodded and knelt to retrieve it. His right-hand’s fingers closed around the barrel, as he laid the poker on the ground with his left. He craned his neck and watched as the man handed Libby a knife.

“Sorry bout the gun.”

Teagen grabbed the mags and stood. His eyes surveyed the gathering as he tried to put the cases into his pocket. Then he remembered he didn’t have any pockets. Great.  

His eyes then went over the people who had gathered. There was a woman; beautiful, but too old. A boy; in clothes that resembled his own. And another boy; wearing clothes from medieval times? What,

Another man raced in, sword drawn, and also wearing clothes from a bygone age. Though his were far more plain than the boy’s.

What? Teagen took a step nearer to Libby again. Had the blasting man been telling the truth? Really? Time-travel, inter-space travel? Teagen didn’t know which sounded more impossible. But,.. here they were? 

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