ags2020b

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

Martha was jogging early in the morning around the MIT campus when Stewart joined him. She was all sweaty and almost out of breath when he tapped her on the shoulder.

"How many laps have you done so far?" Stewart asked.

"I don't know if I could finish a lap. But I was hoping you can slow down."

"You can always catch up. In the meantime, I am finishing mine." Martha ran faster than her current pace.

"Hey! Wait for me." Stewart grappled with his pace but decided to stop to catch some breath.

Martha was sitting on steps when Stewart arrived after a long walk from the campus oval. Stewart was drenched in sweat as he sat beside Martha.

"How can you manage to conserve so much energy and expend without losing your breath?"

Martha drank some water from her jug. "Fitness Index dictates all that," Martha responds.

The Tesseract