The entire team was gone. The Boss whipped around and leaned in close to Dr. Yang’s face. “This was not supposed to happen, Dr. Yang,” he said through gritted teeth. “That fat Suit who was standing next to Chief, where has he gone? Don’t tell me he transported with him!” 

Dr. Yang shuffled her feet and stared at the floor, praying it wouldn’t open and suck her down like it had Dr. Yin. 

“I am so sorry, Boss, truly—”

“You—already—said—that,” the Boss replied, his voice low and menacing. “What is their status now? I ordered you to transport Chief alone, and discard the rest of the nimrods.”

Dr. Yang kept her gaze fixed on the floor, mentally preparing herself for the worst. “The four team members were to be sent to the 1980s, Boss. Chief was the only one programmed for 1978. I was certain nobody would move—” 

“You were certain that that big bag of cheese puffs wasn’t going to move?!” The other scientists watched from the control-room window; their arms were crossed and their lips pressed thin.

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