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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

Martha was outrage that Stewart learned all about the quantum gun from a secret hideout inside the lab. She sighed with her back pressed against the door. She had to do something, or else everything Stewart wrote in the letter will happen. She looked for her backpack and placed everything she could bring with her. She stood up and looked around. This may be her last day to see the room that became her home for the last four years. She carried the backpack over her shoulder then quietly left her room.

Outside, she saw a group of female students looking at her. She bowed her head and walked briskly away from their prying eyes.

It was already dark, and the campus ground was almost empty, save for some students chatting on the well-lighted corner of the male dormitory entrance. She was about to enter the dormitory when a young woman blocked her way. It's Rona Whiting laughing like a madwoman while she bit her nails on her left hand.

Rona's Deception