The Sword From King Arthur's Time
"Very well, sit in front of the computer, I go into the room and will be back soon."
He did so. The monitor was turned on. The room image was on the monitor, Tom sitting on a chair, the picture turned into a rotating cylinder and he disappeared. Nothing was in the room.
"Nicole, what happened, why we can not see anything."
"Nothing, he left, and we can not have any picture of his location." "This is not optimistic, may you face irreparable loss for it."
"No way, these are all devices. It is an extraordinary."
"Okay, but for such an activity you need a group to collaborate, are your possibilities available in United State?"
"Well, no, it was clear nobody was ready to help us, even to me it was impossible and this caused me to work with him, yet he made it."
"Your technology is not modern, do you face any problem? Of course I need to know more about the plan so as I can supply the requirements and arrange to receive them."
About twenty minutes passed and the picture once more changed to a rotating cylinder. The door opened and Tom came out. He held a sword in his hand.
"Lady, I have brought it from King Arthur time, I did not find anything else. When I entered bazaar, the others looked at me due to a clear difference, I took this sword, escaped and..."