The Castle Mount Book One of The Adventures of a Time Whore

Lights flickered beyond my closed eyelids. Rolling sensation told me I was being wheeled somewhere on a gurney. For sanity’s sake, I assumed it was in the DNCI. Back to black.

Heart monitor beating a tad too slow for a Delta. Bunch of people moving around me, talking about me, assuming I couldn’t hear them. I wasn’t doing well. And back down I went.

Quieter room, steadier heart beat. Someone took my hand. “Where the hell were you?”

Aiden. I managed a tiny smile without opening my eyes.

“Got a little tied up.”

He squeezed a tiny bit. “You’re gonna be ok.”

I couldn’t tell if he was stating a fact or giving me hope.

It was three days before I could get out of bed and walk around on my own. Plenty of visitors during that time. All of them yelling at me. I was on probation, but if I so much as jaywalked, I was going to be terminated.

Parks told me she wasn’t going to send me out on any jobs until the official investigation of how I went back the second time was concluded. They wanted to know who operated the equipment, who gave me the information I needed to complete the mission, the names of everyone who knew what I was doing. Uh huh.

I countered with an offer of information about a TALIS that existed in the 1990’s and a couple of non-lins who know all our secrets.

I’m going back out next week. I think life just got more interesting. I didn’t really need that.

It’s been six weeks and I’m pretty much back to my old self; healthy, arrogant. It’s good to be me.

Dillon pulled the latest from The History. Cayden stayed in and raised his little brother and sister. He married, an appropriate number of years after my “death”, and had a few kids of his own as well. All the other stuff was as it should have been. is safe, sound and beautiful since the peace treaty back in the 20th century. I found a few pics of Cayden’s descendents through the years. They have his eyes.

All right, enough of this. I’ve got to go do some research for my next assignment. Victorian . Pirates, white slavery, sounds excited. But God I hate corsets.