Number76

     The diamond was in place, ensuring the future of the royal family. Jon LeMark lay dead at my feet, a gaping wound in his neck still oozing half coagulated blood. All was right. I had triumphed. Suddenly, as usual, my bidding complete, a tear began to rip in the fabric of the universe. Purple sparks were spitting in all directions  and smell of ozone pervaded the air. The shouts of my comrades were silenced by the sound of the rending cosmos, and the looks on their faces were those of insurmountable terror. The wormhole, now securely unzipped, wavered in the night air. Taking one last look behind me, I stepped through, leaving France behi