He pressed some buttons on his watch and we traveled to Arizona a few days later in time. There walked Vanderdecken, about a mile away, traveling over the flat, endless desert.
"I thought you said you didn't know where he was."
"This was the last location. After this, he...disappeared."
A missile appeared out of no where, then another, then another, then another. They were all rocketing toward Vanderdecken, "What's going on?!?" I gasped.
"The resistance."
Each missile, one by one, pounded on Vanderdecken, with him walking completely unphased. Twenty of them must have appeared before they finally stopped, "you see, the resistance had a time-machine that could alter time, which you built for them. So they used it to try to assassinate Vanderdecken before it happened. Unfortunately for them, it failed."
"Peter Carnegie, calling in." someone said ahead of us.
"What's that?" I asked.
"That's Peter, ten years from now. He was sent back to see if it worked or not. That way, he could warn the future resistance whether or not they should do it. His answer, when they ask him in ten years, will be no, of course."
"Why didn't they just kill him before he ate the cookie?"
"Time machine didn't reach that far."
"Is that a good thing?"
"What?"
"That they couldn't kill him..."
"That's up to you to decide." He punched in more buttons and hit enter.
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