Timeless Creations

5. Bomb

"Hi. My name is Leela."

Unable to force his mouth to work. Chris just grunted enthusiastically and smiled.

"You must be Chris. We've heard so much about you. It's so great meeting you in person"

"Uh... thanks" Chris finally answered.

Marcus had come back into the room with tequila shots. Leela downed two just before Chris could drink his. Clearly a heavy drinker.

"Moving on to business. Let's discuss the real reason you are here."

Chris who had finally had his mind cleared by the shot replied sharply,
"Oh? So I'm not here to look at beautiful specimens?"

Not catching the tone in his voice Marcus just laughed and shook his head. "Please follow me"

The group walked to a large office with posters of the goriest, most disgusting war scenes ever. Chris realised this guy was cleary someone to be avoided. Dread fell upon Chris soon after. They were all served with large mugs of coffee.

"Chris I have been in awe of your drone since the day it came out. It was surely one of the greatest inventions of all time."

Stammering Chris replied: " B-b-but no one knew about the drone when it came out except for the heads of militaries. And a few presidents but that's it.
And I am a thousand percent sure you aren't the president. I know that much about your country's politics"
Chris almost spat the sentence out.

"Yes Chris you are correct. I am not the president but you are wrong when you assume I am a military leader. I am part of special forces. My country's military leader told me about your drone." Marcus replied sensing that Chris was getting irritated.

So that's how you know about my drone. Chris thought as he took a long sip of his coffee; probably the best part about this trip.

"Okay so my drone you knew about because I sent out emails about it. It wasn't meant to be a secret. But my bullets were. How was did you possibly know about them!?"

"Easy. I work for Special OPs. When you have some of the world's best spies in the world, you can get access to anything."

"That was not my question and you know it! How did you know !?"
Chris was going red in the face with frustration.

Marcus stared down Chris with his piercing blue eyes. "That doesn't matter right now. What matters is that I want them. I need them. They could help us become the greatest force the world has seen!"

Chris quickly went on the offensive and asked with a smirk
"For what purpose? You're not at war. You have no imminent threat around you. Why do you want these? Your men can't shoot straight?"

"The reason isn't important. The important thing is I want them. You forget that I have copies of the plans. I just need a copy of the materials needed. I have tried and failed many times."

Chris laughed and replied
"No"

"Fine then. I'll have to bring in some leverage."

Suddenly a screen came up from out of the wall. On the screen an image of the "lab" that Chris worked in popped up. The only difference was that Jase was tied to a chair and all around him were endless sticks of dynamite.

"You are going to blow up my lab? Unless I give you my list of materials? You have to be kidding me. You are mad"

"I am going to make you an offer Mr. Woolfe. You give me the materials which I know you have memorised or your other plans and sketches end up in flames. And your beloved Jase dies too. All because you didn't give me what I wanted."

Chris started sweating. His life work. Jase. All could be gone
"Okay now just wait a minute. There is no way I will help you make a weapon that will start World War 3."

Marcus calmly looked at the screen and picked up a remote. "Very well"

Soon after a loud bang went off. A flash of light. And then smoke. All of Chris's life work. Gone. His beautiful workshop. Gone. And his wonderful assistant. So young. So much potential. Gone. Jase. Gone