Kent did a final check to make sure his weapon was cleared before he put it away. Blue Water Private Security had a special license to use the non-military version of the M-16, the AR-15.
Kent imagined what a platoon of Blue Water trained guards armed with AR-15s would have been like in the Civil War. He was too young and lived too far north to actually be in that war, but he knew plenty about it. Life at the end of the 19th Century had been his norm until he shifted just over a month earlier, on Sept 22.
He had been, in 1880, a Pinkerton Detective charged as bodyguard for Shay Ryder, daughter of railroad tycoon, David Ryder. They had been in Memphis where she was doing volunteer work.
He was helping her into a carriage when the shift occurred. There had been a flash of yellow and green and his head swam for a moment. Then, he was 104 years shifted into the future.
He was in the Bronx, where he had grown up—but a 104 years later version of it— holding open the door to—what he somehow knew was a car for a lovely red-headed woman.
She looked up from—he somehow knew it was the driver’s seat. “Kent? You okay?”
He had nodded, but he really didn’t think he was.
“Kent… Listen to me. My name is Addison Magee, and if you were born in the 1800s, I’ve been waiting for you to time-shift all day.”
Addison explained that she had received a letter from a group called The Pay It Forward Society. It was the fourth letter she had received related to time-traveling people. She had been unable to resist following the instructions.
Addison had, that very day, introduced him to three others: Emma, Hannah, and Merritt. There was an immediate bond between them. They had been shifted going back to the beginning of July. Hannah and Merrit were from 1880, too. Emma… She was from the future; 2024.
“So, you will be doing wilderness training,” Addison said. “I’ll tell you all about it… The others have been waiting on you to get started. Your Pinkerton experiences will be very valuable.”
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