Billionaire Landon Seth stood at the edge of his fourteen million-dollar yacht, looking into the deep sea. Construction down below had already started, and he could see the massive metal frame, and thousands of wires. If this plan worked, he could do many things, all leading to more power. His thoughts were interrupted by one of his many butlers.

"Master Landon, would you like some more wine?" Landon glanced down at the crystal glass between his fingers, and nodded, "I will go grab some more than." His butler replied. He started bustling back to the kitchen, but Landon called him back, a question occuring to him.

"You, what's your name?" he asked.

"Brandon Jenkins," the elderly man replied.

"So, Jenkins," Landon tested the name on his lips, "I will give you the honor of testing the project first." The butler tensed up, knowing it wasn't an honor, but a job for expendable workers. The last man to test it, had been brutally crushed by pieces that weren't connected correctly. But Brandon Jenkins knew that he had to comply to his master's wants. Landon Seth was already one of the most powerful men in the world, so no one would notice if a lowly butler's family went missing.

"When is the test?" Jenkins asked, his lips quivering.

"It will be soon, and I will tell you when," Landon Seth stated, "Now go and bring me some more wine, I don't have all day." The frazzled butler continued on his way.

To remind himself of his prestige and power, the billionaire reminded himself of what his machine was. It was one of a kind. Its magnificence was incomparable. Nothing like this had ever graced the planet. It was a time machine.

Rather than sharing his creation with the world, Landon Seth had far more sinister plans. He would send his trusted staff to times of great significance, such as a meeting of an important multi-million dollar deal. If its outcome was unsatisfactory in the future, Landon would simply send an assassin into the machine to eliminate the disagreeable party and forge a signature in the chaos and confusion. Seth would report that the other man had signed the deal mere moments before the assassination took place.

First, he needed the machine to function properly.

Speak of the devil, there was the butler. "Come this way, Mr. Jenkins." Landon Seth did not even take the glass of wine.