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Forensic  Jorge Velez is on the heels of a series of  murders but the  events unfolding may have already happened. His team found intertwined events, unusual evidences, strange disappearances, time lapses, and  feeling of 'deja vu'. In order for them to truly find out what is happening they literally  need to run  towards the  shadow's edge and fell 150 meters below.
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Did he just walk inside a top secret military program? Where is Dr. Molina? What is his purpose in inviting him?

The electric noise was literally raising all the hair on his arms. There were sudden huge sparks that could literally fry and it randomly  hit the floor and the tall ceiling above. What is this place? There is something massive going on and he needed to understand what this is all about.

"Impressed?" A man behind him asked. It was Dr. Molina. He removed his goggles and grabbed Jorge's arms.

"I could see you are in a confused state. Come inside the briefing room."

Confused is an underestimation. Jorge was literally in a state of shock.

Inside the briefing room, Jorge's hand was trembling as he drank a glass of water together with his medication. He needed something to calm himself down. The voices he heard in his radio, the message from Colonel Riva, and this massive thing in front of him is just too much to process in the blink of an eye. He needed to slow down.

"What's going on?" Jorge's asked as Dr. Molina pore over the result of many of his experiments.

"What you see is what you get Jorge. It's the real deal. A time machine."

Jorge felt his breathing stopped. He heard it loud and clear. A  T-I-M-E machine.

Run on Shadow's Edge

Jorge slept like a log in his bed. It was the best thing he did the last few days after he experienced severe exhaustion coupled by the erratic dysfunction of his myasthenia gravis. The hormonal changes in his body had given him severe body malaise that markedly slowed down his bodily functions.

The tinny voice did not come from the dreams he usually had but from the low hum that was carried by an unknown frequency in the police radio he put under this bed. Although his eyes were closed-his mind recognized the ebb and flow of this rhythmic hum as it vibrates with consistency in his inner ear.

"Where are you Colonel?" He mumbled as his body curled from the involuntary contraction on his lower calf muscle.

"Back in time. I want to go back to the present. But I am somehow trapped."

Jorge grimaced in his sleep. His breathing doubled as if a neuronal link in his brain was triggered. "What do you mean?"

A Panic Attack