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"An Adventure You Can't Imagine"

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"When your past catches up to you."

"You keep Keziah safe, you hear me?"

The man didn't know him and had little reason to trust him, yet William stepped forward to take his hand and reassure him, "I promise you, Samuel ... no harm shall come to your sister, less they go through me first." He leaned in a bit closer and in a whisper added a reassurance that he knew the older brother desperately needed, "No one ... and I mean no one ... will touch your sister ... in any way."

He could see in Samuel's eyes that his meaning was clear, but again William knew Samuel had no reason to trust the stranger. Yet, the doctor must have believed William because soon enough, he and his wife had disappeared into the night leaving the pair alone together.

Oh, well, not entirely alone, of course. As Keziah headed back inside and William shut the door behind her, he looked to the one armed soldier who was once again passed out in his corner chair. William asked if there was anything they needed to do for him, acted accordingly -- including covering him with a blanket -- and then set about making a bed on the floor in front of the door. He explained vaguely to Keziah, "Just in case someone tries to enter during the night."

They chatted a moment more, but William wasn't eager to discuss the impending massacre further this late, so he feigned exhaustion and bid Keziah a good night. He stoked the fire as she turned down the lanterns, and with one final glance at her as she departed for her own room -- and one final ogling of her backside, thinking to himself Not the time or even the era to be thinking that -- William laid down atop the makeshift bed to stare at the light of the dancing flames upon the under side of the cabin's roof.

William had feigned exhaustion to avoid any further discussion of the events of the day or coming days, but apparently he'd been more tired than he'd thought: before he'd had any real time to consider the happenings of the past hours, he was soundly asleep...

...so much so that he didn't know there were intruders in the cabin until one had a hand over his mouth and two others were seizing control of his limbs. William struggled and broke his face free just long enough to scream out, "Keziah, run...!" William couldn't know whether or not she had heard the men before they entered her home; couldn't know whether or not she'd escaped, leaving him behind; couldn't know whether they intruders had gotten her also, because no sooner had he yelled his warning then the lights went out, as they say...

...and when he awoke again, he was bound and gagged in the back of a cart bouncing down a rough road, heading for the Headquarters of the Massachusetts Militia and -- ultimately -- a meeting with the Commander of the patriot forces, General George Washington.

"An Adventure You Can't Imagine"

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"Not Part of the Plan"

The evening couldn't have been going better: Paul was inching closer to getting some of his toughest targets ... and getting Kat at the same time. Oh, sure, he didn't know the beauty well enough to know whether she was the fuck on the first date type; and hell, he didn't even know her enough to know if she was the fuck before marriage type. During his investigation of female types within the Syndicate that might get him closer to his intendeds, Paul had, of course, investigated her deeply: he'd poured over her own social media, and had searched for any mention of her in the public media; and Tweedle Do had hacked into her personal and office voice mails while Tweedle Did got access to some but not all of her financial data, including the known bank accounts that Kat herself had opened in her name and the unknown accounts that her Grandda had opened in her name, to assure her future should anything untoward happen to him (which, of course, Paul intended to come to fruition).

And while there had been a great deal of information through which to sift and use to and use to build a profile of Kat, there had been a surprisingly lack of information about her dating habits. Paul was on Facebook and LinkedIn and Twitter and about a dozen other social media platforms -- under his new, fake ID, that is -- so he knew how people liked to spill out their entire lives, with every movement and thought and feeling. So he'd been surprised when he hadn't found a free flowing, exploding-upon-the-world explanation by Kat of her romantic life ... or, at what she seemed to have just hinted, lack thereof.

That was all moot now, however. The evening was going well, and -- despite currently sporting an excited member down below at the thought of spending this night with the young beauty -- Paul was in no hurry. He had weeks, possibly months to conclude his business in Boston. And besides, he didn't want to get tangled up in a romantic situation with Kat anyway. Already after just 24 hours, he'd already chastised himself a dozen or more times for his thoughts about Kat. She wasn't a future romantic party, a future lover, a future significant other, or ... or anything more serious than that. She was a single woman who yearned for male company, and Paul was a hitman who needed information and had an opportunity via Kat to get it. Oh, and he got laid in the process, so much the better.

He could keep this professional.

Couldn't he?

He had to, of course: eventually, he was going to put down her grandfather, and that wasn't something Paul imagined was an easy thing to do for a man in love. So ... professional.

At the feel of Kat's fingers upon the back of his hand, Paul's smile widened a bit. He reached his own fingers up and over her hand, gently squeezing it for a moment. Their waiter suddenly appeared, and -- what with this being a first date and being the era of hash tags and instant reporting of anything interesting to the entire world -- Paul casually pulled his hand back as if protecting Kat's honor or something. The man took the dessert plates, asked if there would be anything more, and -- after he'd looked to his date and gotten a thought -- Paul said, "No, I think we're done."

He'd given the hostess his credit card information upon arrival and authorized an impressive tip to ensure someone was keeping an extra eye upon them to quickly fulfill their dining needs, so once the waiter had offered his hope that the pair had enjoyed their dinner and departed, Paul again reached out to take Kat's hand before asking, "Would you walk with me...? The Channel boardwalk is beautiful in this neighborhood."

"An Adventure You Can't Imagine"

OOC

This game is closed for Fetzen.
However, once we get it up and running,
and if I feel that I have the time to do so,
I would be willing to begin an entirely separate game
for another interested player.
PM me.

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"An Adventure You Can't Imagine"

"An Adventure You Can't Imagine"

Once upon a time...

When was the last time you read a story that began with those words? How old were you? Six? Eight? You probably thought you'd never read another such story. And yet ... here you are. So ... let's get started...

Once upon a time, there was ... or is it there is...? Yes, I think that's right: once upon a time there is an abandoned store front. Oh, it isn't much at which to look. Just a narrow wooden door set in a narrow brick wall flanked by narrow, blacked out windows. Unnoticeable. So unnoticeable, in fact, that you have walked by it every day on your way to work for six years without, yes, noticing it. But today you do. Why? Because today, the blacked out windows are uncovered and there is a light beyond the glass. As you press your face to the dirty window, you find a strange old man sitting upon a short stool, looking directly at you as if he's expected you to peek inside. And with the bend of a crooked old finger, he lures you inside the shop...

Wait! How do I know you go inside? Well, if you don't, we won't have much of a story to tell, do we? And the title, "An Adventure You Can't Imagine" will actually be "An Adventure You Pass On Because You Are Too Eager To Get To That Job Where Your Boss Is An Ass and You Work Too Hard For Too Little Pay" ... right?

So, where were we...? Or, is it where are we...?

Oh yeah! So, you walk into the little store, and the strange old man says to you, "My, you are a fine specimen, aren't you...? Just like they said you would be. Yes ... yes! You should work out wonderfully." He speaks as if he was expecting you specifically to notice the store (finally), look through the glass, pass through the door. Why? Because he was. Or is that is? Well, before you have any opportunity to contemplate was versus is or is versus was, the strange old man lifts a hand before you, opens his closed fist to reveal a palm full of sparkling glitter that would look like gold dust if it wasn't a fluorescent green ... and blows it all over you...

And the next thing you know, you sit up from a laying position upon cold, wet earth ... light headed and disoriented ... stark ass naked!

You are no longer downtown in the Big City surrounded by people who pass by without noticing you anymore than ever had that little store front. Instead, you are in the middle of a vast, open valley with no one to notice you if they wanted. For at least two miles in every direction, all you can see is slightly rolling fields of wild grass that -- if you were standing -- would be waist high. To the east is a tall range of jagged, snow covered mountains; to the west is a shorter range of rolling, forested hills; to the north and south are just more fields as far as the eye can see.

Once you stand to look about yourself, you find a mile away, sitting on a slow moving river, a small town...



Your Turn: What do you want to do?

• Go to the town?
• Go a different direction?
• Other?

"Not Part of the Plan"

Paul smiled at Kat echoing his compliment, nodding his acknowledgment. When she asked about the meeting he'd pretended to have with a Camp Hope contributor, he told her, "It was good, thank you. I learned a great deal I didn't already know. Should make for a good article. And yes, I will definitely pass on your appreciation."

He asked how the money would be used, and they spent the next many minutes discussing the many great things her charity did for the people of Boston. Paul listened closely to all Kat had to say, because he had an honest interest in what she did professionally ... and, of course, because he had an honest interest in her personally. But he also had a job to do, and he never lost sight of what had brought him to Boston in the first place.

"So, I wanted to talk to you about something," Paul began as their dinner plates were being cleared. He wore the devilish smirk of someone about to ask a big favor. "I've been putting this off because I didn't want you to think this was the reason for my asking you to dinner. I assure you ... my reason for wanting to be with you this evening ... is to be with you."

He smiled, pausing in case she wished to respond before he went on, "I've been trying to get interviews with some people I think you know. I like to think all I have to do is call an office and identify myself ... and these folk will scramble over one another for the chance to talk to me, but..."

He laughed at his feigned self importance, gave the waiter a moment to place their chosen desserts before them, then continued. He identified three men and a woman -- all of whom had been at the event last evening -- with whom he'd been trying to get appointment. Only two of them were Syndicate targets; but the third man was a regular Chess partner of a reclusive target; and the woman -- while married to no one of consequence -- met with another man every Wednesday for a little afternoon delight that, unfortunately for Paul, occurred at a different location each week. If he could meet with any one of these people, he might be one step closer to adding another millionaire to his retirement fund.

"You don't have to do this, Kat," Paul told her quickly before she had a chance to respond. "In fact ... if asking this of you will in any way prevent me from seeing you again, I'd rather you didn't help me with it at all."

He spoke the last line with the obvious tone of a man yearning for a second date...

"When your past catches up to you."

Again, William found himself wondering just how much information he could give and just how much he could hold back, without appearing as though he was doing to much of the latter. Kezia was no young, dumb country girl: she was sharp, well informed, and deductive. William was going to have a hard time keeping his true nature from her; and any lies that he told her could not be too far from the truth or she would simply never believe them. And he needed Keziah and, in turn, Samuel to believe that he could be trusted or he just might as well step out in front of a Redcoat bayonet and get this madness over with now.

Still, he couldn't simply tell her Hey, I'm from the future, two hundred years from now. By the way, you won the war, the UK lost most of its Empire, and America is now one of the most powerful countries in the world. Oh, and did you hear about The Bomb?

Still, he had to tell her something, so he began with, “I was telling you the truth, I am a Hessian deserter, but ... I told Samuel more than I told you. Before I left my unit, before you found me and fix me up … which, by the way, I still don't think I've said thank you for.”

He gave her a bit of a bow as he thought might be appropriate for the era, smiled, and said, “Thank you, Keziah.”

He let her respond and then returned to his tale. “Before I left the unit we got orders.” His expression hardened with worry and it was obvious in his face that he was hesitant to tell his hostess what lay ahead. “The British suspect everyone. Even those who claim to be loyal. Even those who have fought with them against the rebels, what you think of as the Patriots. They can't afford to have a spy amongst them, so the British -- with my unit helping them -- are going to clear out the Boston Bottleneck.”

He stepped just a bit closer to her, which probably did not go unnoticed by Samuel, who William new was standing in the window watching them. He told her, “Keziah, the British are going to raze all of the buildings in the Bottleneck. When they get done there will be nothing left. Anyone living here will be taken into custody and their loyalty judged. I did not discuss this with your brother, but I think I have a plan. You and Samuel are known a doctor and a nurse. You will be of great benefit to the British during The Siege, during the occupation of Boston. You must work with them. You must make it clear to them that you are loyalists.”