The screen faded back to black and the Boss was illuminated by an overhead spotlight. 

“You are correct, Joe,” the Boss said. “You saved the mission and have given your team one final chance to capture the Ching. That is, if you choose the right one.” 

From the ceiling, a large, flat disc lowered, bathed in a circle of light. Resting in the disc were the nine prototypes from the lab where Stevie’s dad and his team had conducted their research. 

“Only one of these prototypes has the capability to get us to 1978, to capture the Ching and get us back. There can be no error on this mission. We only have one chance.” 

The disc finished its decent and hovered a few inches above the large table. 

“You must choose the one, Joe. You have ten minutes.” As the Boss walked out of the conference room, a giant timer appeared on the screen: T-minus ten minutes.

The door slammed shut and the clock started its countdown.

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