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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

One by one, Primo Lanz saw most of the employees leave the office. He checked the time, and it was almost six in the evening. Sam stood up and went to his table.

"I am taking back what I said about the coffee. You can have as much coffee you want." Sam wore his trench coat and fedora hat. Primo then raised his coffee cup. He had a cup of coffee already that he took from downstairs.

Primo Lanz showed his stash of food; A can of sardines, a loaf of bread, and canned ham. "I have my dinner covered," Primo replied.

Sam signaled his hand. "Whatever. But I will be back by eight o'clock to see the typeset if it's properly locked. I am taking serious note of your so-called changes to the article."

The Hidden Message