Disclaimer: none of the characters are mine, but belong to Impossible Pictures™.
Note: this story contains spoilers for the official series.South-East Asia, 500,000 yrs ago
Danny Quinn was stalking through the dense jungle, his trusty – and heavy – stick Molly thrust out in front of him, his eyes and ears (and even his nose) on the high alert.
Danny Quinn was stalking. He was stalking his brother, Patrick, whom he met once again in the 21st-century, then lost in the Pliocene, then briefly regained him in the Jurassic, and now, having come to the Pleistocene epoch, has almost, but not quite, lost him again.
"Patrick, where are you?" Danny muttered quietly to himself. "Come on, please, stop this foolishness and let's go home!"
"That's what you think," Patrick suddenly replied from somewhere not far away, but up in a tree, apparently.
And then there was the sound of a shot.
Birds, bats and insects flew away at this sudden, harsh sound, but not too far, unlike the modern times: they did not know yet what that sound was, nor that they should be afraid of it.
And well, actually, they did not – this time it was not the case of a man shooting an animal, it was a case of a man shooting man./ / /
When Danny regained his senses, he was alive, through one of his legs throbbed from pain and he was tied up, with Molly out of his reach. On the other hand, his brother was right there, looking rather smug and gloating, with a rather crude-looking rifle in his hands.
"What's that?" Danny asked, nodding his hand in the direction of the rifle.
"That, brother, is a Lee-Enfield rifle," Patrick replied in a still smug tone. "Never liked it – was always more of a revolver man, but this occasion called for a more long-distance weapon than a Webley, you know?"
"Yes, brother, it has," Danny agreed solemnly, unwilling to argue with Patrick over something that was trivial to both of them. "Are you ready to go home now?"
Smugness slid off Ethan like grease slides off the water. "You idiot, you smug, self-righteous, idiot!" he shouted, before abruptly shifting into a more contemplative mood. "Tell me, brother, have you ever been to Africa?"
"Yes," Danny said before he could really think about it. "It was a long time ago. A madwoman planned to destroy the humanity by killing-off our ancestors. I was there to stop her." He fell silent, seeing how something changed in Patrick's eyes, and not necessarily for the better.
"It was you?" a new, hissing tone appeared in Patrick's voice. "It was you who just left that woman to rot to the contrary of all that our father has taught us? And after this, you dare to chase me around, quoting quasi-Biblical lines as if you were man of the cloth just as he was? You misbegotten impotent hypocrite!" He cast away the Lee-Enfield and pulled out a revolver – the Webley he had mentioned earlier. "I suppose I should thank you for helping me make this decision that much easier, but I won't be grateful. Instead, I honestly wish that you rot here for a long, long time!"
There was another shot, but the local wildlife did not panic so much this time: they already got used somewhat to the loud sound, and none of them was shot, after all.
No, this time it was yet another incident of man shooting man.End part 1