When I woke up this morning, I immediately tried to remember what happened on the Translocation mission. I almost wished I hadn’t.
As soon as I could, I hurried to Kent and drug him out here. I just wanted to hold him and be sure he was really safe. Irrational, I know.
The first memory to manifest was running from a building with a crowd of screaming kids all around us. Then the feeling of utter terror—Kent had stood face-to-face with a gunman who was threatening to shoot people.
Gunman… might be a stretch for a scared high school boy. But, the gun was real.
Hannah’s mind processed the gun to be a .45 automatic—knowledge the 1858 Hannah would have learned in 1984 when she shifted and became an instructor in a wilderness survival program. Oh… same Hannah living in Virginia Beach. And yes, I know… this is utterly confounding.
I’d talk about my and Emma’s discussion about the unfair and possibly disorganized Time-Travel situation a lot more, but Emma touched on that yesterday.
It took me, this morning, a good minute or two to put the whole Translocation Mission details in order. I must say… They are making good choices. There is a density limit on Translocation, but they managed to, on that mission, have a medical kit and pepper spray. Smart thinking!
So, back to the mission… Kent had noticed the gun wasn’t cocked, meaning it couldn’t be fired. And it turned out to be empty. That Emma pointed out that the “save the student” objective was completed because the boy with the gun surely would have been… as they say… naturalized.
So, mission accomplished. Move on…
Paul says he got sent back to 1960 to book us into some hotel called the Blue Swallow which is in New Mexico. He booked 3 nights. Will sent a message to our group saying we’d be tapped to support the mission starting Thursday night and going through late Sunday. Tom replied that he had the same instructions.
So… Back to work for a few days. Meanwhile, I’m just going to hold on tight to Kent, if you don’t mind.
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