Simon Hawke - The Six Gun Solution

The war was, of necessity, a limited one. Strategic weapons were not used, because the moment the Confluence Phenomenon had been discovered, it quickly became apparent to the people in both timelines that attempts to clock strategic weapons into the other universe could backfire. With the instability in both timelines, there was no telling exactly where or when a detonation could occur. As a result, the conflict had become the ultimate Time War, one timeline against the other, with each seeking to cause temporal disruptions in the opposing timestream.

In the parallel universe, commandos and agents of the strike force known as the Special Operations Group were dispatched through confluence points with missions to interfere with history. Their scientists believed a timestream split would serve to overcome the Confluence Phenomenon and separate the two timelines once and for all. The scientists of the Temporal Corps believed the opposite. They were convinced that a timestream split in either universe could set off a temporal chain reaction that would have disastrous consequences. It could bring about ultimate entropy, an end to all of time. It was therefore necessary to locate as many confluence points as possible and to patrol them for their duration. At the same time, it was imperative to preserve temporal continuity and prevent disruptions caused by infiltrations of the S.O.G. while attempting to bring about minor disruptions in their timeline, thereby tying up their manpower and their resources while they attempted to adjust them.

It was a situation with unlimited potential for disaster, with a Sword of Damocles hanging over everyone. What Dr. Darkness thought of all this had not been known. Shortly after the warp grenade had been developed, he had disappeared. He had gone off planet, to some secret research base he had established somewhere in the far reaches of the galaxy. It was there that he began his experiments with tachyon translocation, temporarily converting the human body into tachyons in order to achieve the ultimate in transportation. Only, in his calculations, he had overlooked a little known principle of physics known as the Law of Baryon conservation. by which his tachyon translocation process was ultimately restrained.

The result was a permanent alteration in his subatomic structure, rendering it unstable. He became the man who was faster than light. He could move through time and space in less time than it took to blink. Yet, upon arrival at his destination, he could not walk so much as one step. The only way he could achieve anything resembling normal mobility was to “tach,” to translocate from one spot to another. It could be highly disconcerting. What was even more disconcerting was what Moses Forrester, Lucas Priest. Finn Delaney and Andre Cross had recently learned about him. And they were the only ones who had that knowledge.

Dr. Darkness was from the future. A future in which, it seemed, some cataclysmic temporal disaster had occurred. He would not reveal what it was, nor would he reveal if he’d been sent out on a mission by people from the future or was simply working on his own, he revealed very little, but it was obvious that he was trying to effect a complex temporal adjustment in an effort to avert whatever disaster had occurred in the time from which he came. And the three of them were somehow a part of the mission he was on.

Delaney groaned and shut his eyes. “Oh, God. Don’t tell me. He isn’t really here. I’m just having a bad dream.”

I’m equally pleased to see you, too. Delaney.” Darkness replied, wryly. “I’d sooner have a case of indigestion. Regrettably, one has to make do with the tools one has at hand. And you, Delaney, are unquestionably a tool.”

“Doc. I’m almost afraid to ask,” said Lucas, “but the last time we saw you, you said something about one more key mission we’d have to perform.”

Darkness nodded “That’s right, Priest. This is it.”

“Shit,” Delaney said. “I knew it. We’re all going to die.”

“I sincerely hope that none of you is going to die,” said Dr. Darkness, toying with his walking stick. “Otherwise all the work I’ve done will have been wasted.”

Suddenly, there was a drink in his hand. He had tached over to the bar and helped himself, then tached back, faster than the speed of light, so that it seemed as if a glass of Scotch had simply appeared in his hand out of thin air. He took a sip. “Ahh. That hits the spot.”

“I’m touched by your concern for our lives,” said Lucas, wryly.

“Spare me your sarcasm, Priest.” Darkness replied. “You owe your life to my concern, as you may recall.”

“I haven’t forgotten.” Lucas said. “And I’m grateful. However, I’m also apprehensive. It has to do with your irritating habit of not telling us your plans.”

“That’s unavoidable,” said Darkness. “I’m afraid it’s necessary for you to function on what you’d call a ‘need to know’ basis. You have to realize that from my perspective, this is the past and I need to be very careful not to interfere with certain actions you must take. At least, not until the proper time.”

“So why bother telling us at all?” asked Andre.

“Because Forrester deduced the truth about me. And, as a result, it’s necessary for me to impress upon you the importance of what I have to do.” said Darkness. “The fate of the future rests almost entirely in your hands. When the time comes, I cannot afford to have you hesitate. You will have to do exactly what I tell you, exactly when I tell you. Without question.”

“That’s asking us to take an awful lot on faith,” Delaney said.

“Yes, it is. However, I had hoped that by now, you would trust my motives.”

“Don’t get us wrong, Doc, “ Lucas said. “It’s not that we don’t trust you. You’ve saved our bacon in the past, no pun intended. You even brought me back from death. I think. I’m still not entirely sure what happened. But the point is that we’ve got a job to do and it’s hard enough doing it without your doing a job on us.”

“What Lucas means is that what we do requires peak concentration,” Andre said. “That’s hard enough to achieve without knowing that at some point, you’re going to show up and yank the rug out from under us. You’re asking us to trust you. And we’d like to do that. It doesn’t seem unreasonable, under the circumstances, for you to trust us, as well.”

“I see your point.” Darkness replied. “And I appreciate your position. But I need you to understand mine, as well. When you clock out on one of your temporal adjustment missions, one that involves your interacting with significant historical figures, you can’t very well approach them and tell them who you are and what you’re doing, can you?”

“Of course not,” said Delaney, “but that’s different. They wouldn’t believe us. They’d think we were insane. This is hardly the same situation. We know about time travel. We know you’re from the future. And we know that, somehow. we’re involved in something-or we’re going to be involved in something-that’s going to have a significant impact on what happens in the time you came from. We can understand and accept that. And we’d like to help you. But we could do a better job of it if we knew just what it was we were supposed to do.”

“I’m not convinced of that.” said Darkness. “In fact, I’ve already told you a great deal more than I should have. much more than I had planned to. My hand was forced when Forrester realized that I was from the future. The fact that you know that alone could jeopardize what I must do. It could affect your actions in a way that would sabotage my mission.”

“So then you are on a temporal adjustment mission,” Andre said