Lucian straightened up and gently removed the man’s hands from his lapel, “I don’t see-”
“Quiet you fool,” the old man spun around and pulled the shade down tight over the door.
Then whispering to Lucian he added, “They’ll be here at any moment.”
“Please control yourself sir,” Lucian replied in restrained disgust. “Who is this mysterious ‘they’ of whom you speak?”
“Why the Chronomechs of course,” the disturbed man shouted in fear.
Pressing a small leather wrapped package into Lucian’s hand the man added, “Protect this with your life.”
Suddenly, the door behind them shuddered under the impact of a massive form.
“They’re here,” the old man began to slowly back away from the door.
“Who is here,” Lucian whispered, shoulder to shoulder with the old man.
The door shuddered again as cracks began to appear in the solid oak.
“The Chronomechs,” the old man whispered back.
The door exploded in a hurricane of wood splinters and glass. Wind and snow swirled across the threshold, as a massive form filled the doorway.