The Time Traveller pulled the encyclopaedia out again. He clicked the central button and it erupted in his palm, showing the main page, rotating around. “Search: Unexplained deaths, comma, Watcher, plus, twenty-thirty-two, Plus, February. Begin search.” He said to the disc and its hologram.
“One moment please.” The disc said in a kindly female voice. The voice was beginning to short. He would miss the voice when it died, but around him, everything did.
“Thank you for wai-ing.” the machine said, all ready losing letters. “Only one match.” It said.
“On screen.”
“Yes. Please Wait.” Greg didn’t even wait a second before the man’s face appeared. Perhaps man was too strong a word. He was a boy. No older than twenty, and that was pushing it. The young man had black hair, a scar across his cheek and a small tattoo on his other cheek. the title of the encyclopaedia page was ‘Axen Dafe,’ the boy was a terrorist. he was killed in mysterious circumstances. Stabbed in the face with a screwdriver with such force that the screwdriver broke upon contact with the back of his skull. Greg thought for a moment and shrugged. He had no idea how he would do that... but when the opportunity arose then it would become apparent. Murphey scrolled down the page, the man was found at the bottom of a high rise building in town, after plummeting the full forty stories. Greg finally gave up on manual searching and asked the question on his mind.
“Cyclo, date and time of death.” He asked.
“Date, Seventh of February Twenty Thirty Two. Time, one twelve am.” The Encyclopaedia replied, shutting itself down as The Watcher clicked the off switch. “Thank you Cyclo... two days to prepare... more than I’ve had in a while... I think I’ll go get something to eat.” He said to himself, looking up at the man hole.
“Hello Watcher.” came a voice behind him. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Greg turned his head, his flash light caught the person, sadly using it’s sensors to determine where his eyes were and not blinding him.
A gun barrel pointed at Murphey’s face. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t usual. This... This wasn’t possible!