[yvanleterrible]

The MC dragged Leterrible in the wash room, left him there and headed straight back out to the main room. Leterrible chuckled as he thought of the panic going through the man’s head. He HAD to save the evening, at whatever the cost. He could just picture him running from table to table picking up all the bowls before anyone else ate any of their content. With that he just readjusted his garments and... there was a crack of light and he felt himself being pulled backwards. The peculiar thing about it was that as he backed away he could see the back of himself as if he was leaving his body. And then he was in the bubble again with Adrian’s hands on both his shoulders. About to protest he heard Montsnmags’ voice saying:

“Do not move... Adrian is performing a... temporal paradox. You have to wait... until the connection is stable... so time will not bring... you back in its... regular stream.”

Leterrible saw his other self leave the room. Instantly the time machine started rising up through the material constituting the hotel. Once on the roof it moved forward to the street. Down there he could see his other self running with... yes, it was Elke, some tall British fellow and three Cuban Police officers, running after him. His blood rushed as he instinctively knew there would be trouble. And there it was, the Cuban Police were shooting in the direction of the fugitive... Even with Elke trying to stop them, Leterrible was hit in the back and tumbled flat faced in the dirt. The pursuant police finally reaching him, Elke bent down to touch his shoulder. He stood right back up, gesticulating at the officers, obviously discontent. Monstnmags chose that moment to speak.

“Queen Zelda authorized... us to save your life... In exchange there will be... other tasks to perform. This is not negotiable.”

Leterrible willed to protest but Monstnmags immediately cut him off.

“Your daughter Vera fell... in love with a young man called... Harvey Wallbanger and will not... be returning to Mobilita Republica. You... will be mandated... to return with... The ‘Stone of Eternity’. You still will not... be allowed to ... become a Mobilita Republica... citizen.
While you sail... to the island, please remember this. If you get... tempted to flee with the... gem, be aware that you... will be followed until... it is delivered. We will make sure that you do.”

Adrian growled a warning as to insure of Montsnmags resolve.

“Our Queen is... not insensitive to your... aspirations. You will become an associate of ours... as a facilitator. Mobilita Republica is... a territory without resources. Your future will be... to find material, goods and tooling... to maintain a level of... ease throughout our island.
At the same time, you will... be helped... financially to continue your venture... with the commercial introduction... of your invention of... pressed wood. You shall call it particle board... Adrian told us that coming events... will supplement the world... with dire need for it.”

Through all of this, the night had crept in. The hotel neon lights, the only ones Havana had now burned the front street with bright colours. Preparations ready, all players seated, the poker game of all time was about to start...