The gun looks exactly like the one his future self had. Exactly like the one that killed Chris and Zahra. Exactly like the one sitting on a nearby table, the one I took from Future-Jeremy.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I can’t let him stop us,” Jeremy says. “The accelerator has to be destroyed.”
“Why do you have a gun?” Adam asks.
“To tie up loose ends. Now set the timer!”
Adam doesn’t budge. He just stares at Jeremy like he’s figured something out, something surprising yet inevitable.
So have I.
I try to grab Jeremy’s arm, but he’s too fast. He slams the gun against my forehead, hard. My head feels like it’s being split open and stars fill my eyes, but I hear Adam yell my name.
“Stay back,” Jeremy says, raising the gun at me. He waves it back and forth between m
