Chapter 12

pizza time

The giant timer on the screen said fifty-one seconds to go. The Suit known as Chief sat sweating profusely in his seat at the conference table. When that timer hit zero, the boss would walk back in and proclaim his team a failure and they’d all be sent off for a lifelong detail at the Beijing Zoo. 

Their previous failures on the streets of Ridgewood, New Jersey, and then on the subway station at New York City were two strikes against them. One more and they’d be out for good.

But how could they possibly choose the right prototype? There were nine hovering in front of them. They had barely more than a ten percent chance of choosing the one prototype that would work and send them back in time to get the two boys who were making their lives a living nightmare. 

Chief rubbed his temples and groaned. He felt a migraine coming on, but he had to at least try to save his team. 

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