“So if I got this right,” Freddy said, scratching his head, “of all the phones, there’s only two that can actually time travel—the one prototype and the Ching, which somehow mysteriously fell into the hands of—” 

“Mysteriously?” the Boss said, his voice cracking. “It wasn’t a mystery! We had young Ching and his phone in our possession, but you incompetent fools didn’t see him throw the phone into the bushes as you flew away in my helicopter.” 

“I told you he chucked it,” Harvey said to Stan. “You didn’t believe me.” 

“Hold on now,” Stan said, his hands up in the air, deflecting the charge. “Freddy was in charge of the boy. My job was to make sure we weren’t spotted by the police.” 

“Oh real important job, Harv,” Freddy interjected. “What were the police going to do even if they had spotted us—pull over our helicopter?” 

Chief held his hand up and the argument ended.

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