Simon Hawke - Hellfire Rebellion

He started walking away from the Common. He felt the Liberty medallion in his pocket. They would probably take it away from him now. He wanted to cry, but he simply couldn’t. There were no tears in him. He just felt empty and hollow inside. And utterly, inconsolably miserable.

He headed south down Summer Street, his shoulders hunched, his hands jammed deep into his pockets. He wasn’t sure where he was going. The streets were dark and silent. Before long, it would be morning and Johnny didn’t want to see the sun. He didn’t want anyone to see him. He simply wanted to run away somewhere and hide. But he couldn’t run away. He couldn’t hide. There was something that he had to do.

He took his hands out of his pockets and pressed them up against his temples as he walked. His head hurt. He couldn’t think straight. He passed Bishop’s Avenue and kept on walking straight, unconsciously picking up his pace. The pain in his head was getting worse. All he ever wanted to do was help and he had only made things worse. Mr. Revere had trusted him and he had let him down. Andre would never forgive him. And as for Mr. Adams, who had paid him the highest compliment by personally giving him the Liberty medallion, saying, “Your role in this is especially important, Jonathan. It is absolutely vital.”

Absolutely vital. There was something he had to do that was absolutely vital. Johnny was running now, still clutching at his head. He ran past Cow Lane, still heading south on Summer Street, past South Street, toward the docks. He turned left on Purchase Street and kept on running… then he suddenly stopped. He waited to catch his breath. The pain in his head was gone now. The breeze coming in off the sea felt fresh and cool on his face. He was standing in front of Samuel Adams’ house. He went up to the door and tried it. It was locked.

Still staring at the door, he reached inside his coat and too out a laser pistol. He aimed it at the door…

“ Stop where you are!” someone called out. “ Don’t move!”

Slowly. Johnny turned around. Several men stood spread out in the street behind him, pointing weapons at him.

“Drop the gun!”

Johnny continued to hold onto the laser. He stared at the armed men with confusion.

“Johnny, put down the gun.” He squinted at the dark, shadowy forms. “Andre?”

“Yes, Johnny, it’s me. Put the gun down, Johnny. Please.”

His mouth felt dry. He moistened his lips. His head had started to hurt again.

“There is-there is something that I have to do…” he said.

Andre came toward him. “Please, Johnny. Put the gun down. You don’t want to hurt me. do you?”

“Hurt you? N-No. I–I would never..” He started to breathe heavily. The pain in his head grew worse. “I must do… something …”

Lucas suddenly appeared standing close behind him. Andre shook her head slightly and Lucas hesitated. The boy’s finger was right on the firing stud. If he didn’t grab it quickly enough…

“I’ll help you, Johnny,” she said, slowly moving closer and keeping her voice very steady. “We’ll do it together, okay? But you must give me the gun.”

“You-you hit me…”

“Yes, Johnny, I know.” Closer, “I’m sorry: Closer still.

Lucas gritted his teeth and made ready to grab for the gun. Andre kept her gaze locked with Johnny’s.

“I was only.. pounding in his temples now.

“I know, Johnny,” Andre said “I understand. You meant well. I only wanted to apologize. Won’t you please give me the gun and we can talk?”

Lucas tensed. Johnny’s hand had started to shake. Andre was so close. if he grabbed for the gun and the kid tightened his finger…

“Please. Give me the gun, Johnny. You don’t want to hurt me.”

“No,” he said, his voice breaking. I… I love you.”

Andre reached out for the gun and Lucas felt his heart in his mouth. Her lingers closed around the barrel gently and she took it from him.

“ I‘m… sorry… “ Johnny said and Lucas let his breath out in a long sigh of relief. Andre handed him the laser pistol.

Johnny put his hands up to his face and started sobbing. Andre took him in her arms.

“It’s all right. Johnny.” she said, gently stroking his hair. As she looked at Lucas, he saw that she was crying too. “It’s all right. Everything will be all right now.”

A moment later, a sleepy Samuel Adams came to his front door dressed in his nightclothes. He had been awakened by voices outside his open bedroom window. He held up his lamp and stared out into the darkness. The street was empty. He grunted, shut the door, and went hack upstairs to bed.

The outpost was located in the 2nd century B.C., high in the Alpine range overlooking the Po Valley. Several miles to the west was the mountain pass through which Hannibal would march his forces to meet the Roman consul Scipio at the Battle of Trebia. A short hop from the outpost was a small river. At a spot staked out about fifteen feat from the river’s edge, a temporal convergence existed, a confluence point where two parallel timelines intersected.

The temporal range of this particular confluence point was three days and during that time, it was being patrolled by a unit of Temporal Corps Rangers under the command of Major Curtis. The “window” had been carefully chosen and they had only a short space of five minutes, during which time Curtis had been ordered to pull back with his men. He did not know why; he had no need to know. He only knew that something would be happening at the confluence point location during those five minutes that was of a highly classified nature and he had asked no questions.

“How does it feel to be going home again?” asked Lucas

“It feels a little strange, pilgrim,” Hunter said.

“Don’t-”

“Call me pilgrim.” Hunter finished with him in chorus. He grinned. “All right. pilgrim. I won’t.” He glanced at Steiger. “No hard feelings, Colonel?”

“No hard feelings. Captain.”. Steiger said. But just to set the record straight, if our paths ever cross again-”

“Yeah I know.” said Hunter.-I’d like to say I’m looking forward to it, but then again… “

“Go on. Get out of here.” said Steiger.

Hunter snapped to and threw him a salute. Steiger grimaced sourly and returned it.

“Take care of yourself. Reese.” said Andre.

“You too. kid.” he said, shaking her hand. “Delaney… “

“Good luck. Hunter.” They shook hands.

“Lucas.”

“Lucas took his hand. “I hope you’ll understand when I say that I sincerely hope we’ll never see each other again.”

Hunter smiled. “Yeah. Likewise. Tell Forrester for me that I think he’s a hell of a soldier and he has my respect.”

“I will.”

“And that goes for you, as well. And give my regards to Dr. Darkness. Fascinating man. I suppose I ought to hate him for inventing that damn warp grenade, but I guess he was as much a victim as any of us were. I wonder if we have anyone like him on our side.”

“I hope not.” Lucas said. “One of him is quite enough.”

Hunter looked around at all of them one last time. “It’s been interesting; he said. “I’m still not sure what kind of a report I’m going to make. I suppose I’ll have to lie a little. Oh, by the way. I’ve got something for you.” He reached into his pocket and handed Lucas his Liberty medallion. “A souvenir,” he said. “Vaya con Dios.”

He turned and walked straight toward the riverbank without looking back. He passed through the confluence point and disappeared.

“You know, in a funny son of way. I’m going to miss him,” said Delaney.

“Yeah, me too.” said Andre. “And if we ever run into him again, we’re probably going to have to kill him.”