“Point your Colt elsewhere, Young Nikola,” he said as the gears slowed and the computational engines ceased their clacking. “You didn’t bring me back only to kill me.”
I stared at the old man through the steam. “No, I brought you back to know what the future holds.”
“The future holds too much Tom Edison.” Nikola Tesla pulled out an identical Colt. “Let’s go.”
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