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Chapter Two
 We
arrived at San Francisco at twenty one hundred hours. We checked into
the hotel we made reservations at and started to make plans to find
White. Although we had a location for him from the computer onboard
the time machine, we weren't too sure it he would actually be there or
not. A time computer isn't always accurate when you're running around
through time changing things.
"I
think we should go ahead and try this address. You never know, it
might be legit." suggested Erik.
"Good
suggestion, but what if he ain't there?" asked Paul.
"You're
right. He might not be there. Even if he isn't there still might be
some sort of clue that can tell us where he is at." said
Buck.
"Well
then, what are we standin' around scratchin' our asses for. Let's jet,
literally." exclaimed J.J.
We
all piled into the time machine and started on our way to where White
was supposedly staying. When we got there we climbed through a window
and searched his home. We didn't find jack. We didn't find White
either. We did however find a crumpled up piece of paper in the trash.
"Well,
we found our clue." said J.J.
"I
can't believe a genius like him would be stupid enough to leave it
behind for anyone to find." said Erik.
"Who
cares why he left it. What matters is that he did and we now know
where he is." I said.
"Good
point. Let's kick some ass!" exclaimed Paul.
We
went back to the hotel to get our things and check out. Once we were
through we took off for San Simeon. We were ready to kick White's
cheesy old ass so bad that he'd wished he'd never had been a chemist.
We only hoped that we'd get there in time.
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