June 1, 2049
"When are the time coordinates set for, Dad?" Brock Dylon asked as he studied the video chart that appeared as a hologram in front of him. "Make sure it's not for a busy time of day. I wouldn't want to end up in a twentieth century jail for kidnapping."
"Don't worry, Son," Dustin Dylon said softly. "I'm sending you back during the staff lunch hour. If my calculations are correct and you follow the plans we've worked out with the hologram as a decoy, you shouldn't encounter anyone except Holly. Do you remember all the pertinent information on how to find her location?"
Brock nodded his head. "I've had everything memorized for weeks. Just make sure you're at the Institute waiting for us after I retrieve her and have the purifying chamber waiting. She'll need it as soon as possible after our arrival."
Dustin nodded. "I'll be right there waiting for you. Do you have the computer program ready?"
"Yes, and I'm ready to leave whenever you say the word."
"Okay then, have a good trip, Son, be careful, and I'll say a prayer that everything goes as we planned."
Brock grinned at his father. "These plans have been in the makings for decades. I don't see how anything could go wrong."
The older man shook his head and sighed. "This is not a simple feat we're attempting, Brock. We're playing with the space time continuum and one little mess-up could spell disaster for Holly Reed."
"I'll be careful, Dad. I know how important Holly is to you," Brock told his father as he pulled the microcomputer from his pocket. "I'll be back in a few hours just as we planned, and I'll have Holly with me. That's a promise."
"Thanks, Brock. I knew I could count on you. Take good care of Holly, she's very sick and her body won't be able to take many shocks."
"I'll take good care of her. Good-bye, Dad."
"Good-bye, Brock. Godspeed."
"Scan on," Brock told the computer, then he suddenly melted away into a flood of flashing lights and sounds, traveling at the speed of light to a distant decade in order to rescue his father's "damsel in distress."