https://betamountain.org/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=Time_Bomb_-_Chapter_02Time Bomb - Chapter 02 - Revision history2026-04-19T19:14:56ZRevision history for this page on the wikiMediaWiki 1.39.5https://betamountain.org/index.php?title=Time_Bomb_-_Chapter_02&diff=6842&oldid=prevRabbiBob at 10:16, 27 April 20192019-04-27T10:16:38Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><p>The trip to Prairie was uneventful, and the Rangers and their Kiwi ally were soon walking along the paved walks and manicured lawns of the campus of the College of Prairie. Several students could be seen on the grounds, walking between classes, or sitting out in the grass studying.</p></ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><p>Max barked at him, loudly, causing the little Kiwi to jump back. The wolf then ran around behind the girl. It grabbed her by the arm, trying to drag her away, and she cried out. "MAX! STOP! You're hurting me!"</p></ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><p>Max began barking at Buzzwang, warningly. He kept looking back at his friend, as if frustrated that she could not understand what he was saying. The way he was barking at Buzz, it was almost as if he was telling him, as firmly as possible, to do something.</p></ins></div></td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><p>Doc smiled. It suddenly occurred to him that the dog sounded just like Walsh did when he was barking orders. He decided not to voice that unflattering comparison, though. "These Lycan's are a lot smarter than most people realize," he said. "He clearly knows something, but he just can't tell us what it is."</p></ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><p>"Try gestures, Max..." Buzzwang said. "We know that you sense that something is wrong. We just don't understand what it is..."</p></ins></div></td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><p>The Lycan stared at him for a moment. He looked at the android's chest, obviously at his badge. He then looked at Goose, and then at his badge. Quite pointedly, it sniffed the air. It shook its head, then looked at the android again.</p></ins></div></td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><p>Buzzwang looked at Gooseman, then back at the wolf. "I believe I have it, Ranger Gooseman. When we arrived, these girls greeted us. But you do not know them, do you?"</p></ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><p>The girl's mouth fell open. "But..." she looked up at Goose, and the look of confusion on his face finally registered with her. She put a hand to her mouth. "You really don't know me, do you?"</p></ins></div></td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><p>The Lycan, meanwhile, was looking the Goose over, as well. Buzzwang glanced down at the wolf, then back at his fellow Ranger. "Max was able to sense that you were not the Ranger Gooseman he met before," Buzzwang continued. "He must have concluded that you were an impostor. But since you have been with us all this time, I consider it more likely that the Ranger Gooseman that the girls met is the impostor. Since his appearance coincided with the disappearance of Eve Wheiner, we must conclude that he took on your form to kidnap her."</p></ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><p>She nodded. "I'm Eve's roommate... My name's Deborah. And this is Annie and Julie." She indicated the two girls. "And Max you already know..."</p></ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><p>"Check with the spaceport, see if there have been any mysterious takeoffs or landings within the last three days. And see if Eve Wheiner is listed as a passenger on any ship leaving this sector."</p></ins></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><p>Shane looked back at Debbie. "How long ago did Eve leave with this impostor?"</p></ins></div></td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><p>"Right after he arrived," she answered. "He said something about her father wanting her to come home. Which I thought was fishy... I mean, he SENT her out here, didn't he?"</p></ins></div></td></tr>
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