From Here To 1137 AD; Episode 23, Edgar's Gone

 This is episode twenty-three of the novel, From Here To 1137. If you would like to purchase From  Here To 1137, it is available on Amazon in Kindle format or paperback.

Edgar's Gone

Tom rested for a while. 

“Brain.”

“Yes.”

“Earlier, I mentioned a rental car,” Tom said. “And it came to me that I’m too young, so Instaport me to in front of the bed and breakfast that Edgar is staying at.”

“Anytime you are ready,” Brain said.

Tom stepped into the Instaport. “I’m ready.”

Soon, he stood in front of the bed and breakfast. He walked up to the door and pushed the doorbell button.

An elderly man in slippers and casual clothing came to the door. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m looking for Edgar Bales?”

“Are you his brother?”

“Yes.”

“He left a little over an hour and a half ago. He said if you came by, to tell you he would take care of everything.”

“He said nothing else?”

“That’s it.”

“How did he leave?”

“He called a cab.”

“Thank you, sir,” Tom said. “Have a good evening.”

Tom walked out to the street and walked away from the bed and breakfast.

“Did you hear that, Brain?”

“I did.”

“Can you access the local cab companies and find out where he’s heading?” Tom said. “But I think I know.”

“I am running through the data now,” Brain said. “I will have something in a moment.”

Tom continued walking.

“I have it,” Brain said. “He has taken a cab to Rossi’s.”

“Crap!” Tom said. “Can you Instaport me to that alley near Rossi’s again?”

“I can and will,” Brain said. “But too many Instaport encounters in a twenty-four-hour period could be dangerous.”

“Can you explain that in simple terms?” Tom said.

“Your entire makeup is jumbled around, converted into a transferable frequency, and rearranged in another location. A body can only take so much. We can still do it, but it is wise to leave at least a couple of comfortable usages in the event we may encounter other unforeseeable situations.”

“I think my brother is going to confront Grasso,” Tom said. “I don’t know if Tom has a gun or not, but it sounds to me like he’s heading for trouble.”

“Without you asking,” Brain said, “may I suggest an alternative course of action?”

“Wouldn’t that be novel?” Tom said sarcastically.

“I can send you the Darter,” Brain said. “With it, you can be at Rossi’s in minutes. We can shroud it so it cannot be detected. ”

“Perfect,” Tom said. 

“In one hundred and twenty-two feet, there’s a row of hedges, the Darter will be behind it.”

“I see the hedges,” Tom said. “And by the way…”

Brain interrupted, “As soon as you sit in the Darter, the MAS will be in place.”

“You are slowly but surely becoming the brains of this outfit,” Tom quipped.

“You suddenly noticed that?” Brain said.