“Huh,” Chris grunted. He had not exactly enjoyed going back to the sixteen hundreds and he had a feeling the fifteen hundreds would be even worse.
Natasha and Malcolm had collected themselves and came over.
“So, what next?” Natasha asked Chris.
Chris didn’t want to waste a moment. He leapt to his feet and rubbed his hands together with delighted glee.
“Now we find Oliver,” he said, grinning devilishly at his ragtag bunch of followers. “And cause a little mayhem on the way.”
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