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“Oh, no!” said Finn.

“You might be interested to know there’s a pool going to see how long you’ll keep them,” Forrester said dryly. “Meanwhile, I’m sure you’ll be interested to hear the wrapup. Salvage operations have been completed and the missiles disassembled. What’s left of the sub will be repaired and placed on exhibit in San Diego. The base has been dismantled and most of the warp discs have been recovered. The Referees are extremely concerned about possible temporal disruptions as a result of this affair. We’ll just have to wait and hope for the best. The TIA has managed to trace several of the bases Drakov had established.”

Forrester paused uncomfortably.

“I’m afraid he’s given us the slip again, along with Benedetto. We haven’t heard the last of them.

There were computer records kept at the base, but they were incomplete. Temporal Intelligence is still working on them and, as I’ve said, they’ve managed to find some of the other bases that were established, but there’s good reason to believe a significant number of those people have escaped, so we’re not finished with them yet. However, we did manage to avoid a multiple timestream split. But it cost us. We lost some of our best people. Still, we owe a considerable debt of gratitude to our friend here.”

He approached Martingale’s bed.

“The doctors tell me you should have died. They tell me you’ve got to be the stubbornest son of a bitch in the world.

Personally, I think the stubbornest s.o.b. in the world is in the bed next to yours, but l won’t argue the point. You’ll be good as new before too long and I was very glad to hear that. You did a good job, soldier.”

Martingale gave him a faint nod.

“You know,” said Forrester, “just to raise a point of idle conversation, the law concerning deserters is very strict. No exceptions, regardless of the circumstances. I just thought I’d bring that up. I don’t really know why it occurred to me. It doesn’t apply to you, of course. Does it, Lt. Hunter?” Lucas and Andre both stared at Forrester. “What?” said Lucas.

“When Finn checked this patient in as Lt. Reese Hunter,” said Forrester, “they ran the standard records check. Imagine their surprise when they discovered that Lt. Hunter had been reported MIA on an Airborne recon mission in 12th-century England. We all thought he was dead, right? I’m not too clear on it, myself, seems to me I heard a different story. Something about a Lt. Hunter being killed by the Timekeepers in 17th-century Paris. Well, I guess I heard wrong. Anyway, since Delaney was the one who checked him in, they came to him to get the facts. According to Finn, here, Lt. Hunter was marooned in 12th-century England and, as chance had it, he was one of those people recruited into the time pirates. Since then, he’s been working undercover, independently, trying to help neutralize a threat to temporal continuity. The powers that be were properly impressed. Needless to say, since Lt. Hunter was listed MIA and since his actions have been heroically above and beyond the call of duty, no one would think of charging him with anything. In fact, it’s been decided to reward his initiative by promoting him to the rank of captain.”

Andre started to laugh.

“And since he has displayed such outstanding ability in a temporal adjustment situation,” Forrester continued, “it’s also been decided to transfer him from the Airborne Pathfinders into the First Division.

So, welcome aboard, soldier. The First has the finest record in the corps. I’m glad to have you. I only take the best. I don’t take people who can’t cut it. We’ve got spirit in the First. We’ve
never
had a deserter.” He turned and walked towards the door, then paused and looked back.

“A man like you should do well in the First . . .
Captain Hunter.
We fight the good fight.” He winked, then closed the door.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

Although the
Time Wars
novels are historical science fantasy, it is my hope that readers, particularly younger readers, might be interested enough to read the
actual
history some of these books are very loosely based on, as well as the classic novels which inspired them. In that light, I add this note about Jean Lafitte.

A number of excellent biographies have been written about him, but his history, particularly his past prior to his appearance in New Orleans, is considerably cloudy. Lafitte, himself, did much to help keep his past a mystery. He is said to have claimed having been born in France and having seen the events of the French Revolution. A number of biographies report this as fact, as well as several entries in encyclopedias. In
Time Wars #3, The Pimpernel Plot,
Jean Lafitte appears as a supporting character, a young street urchin in Paris at the time of the Revolution.

However, in his own journal, which is mentioned in this story and which may be found in your local library, Jean Lafitte writes that he was born and raised in Port-au-Prince. Therefore, according to Lafitte himself, he could not have spent his childhood in France or seen the events of the Revolution. The reader might find it interesting to read several of the biographies written about him and then compare them with Lafitte’s account of his own life. The reader can then make up his or her own mind about one of the more fascinating characters in American history.

As a final point of interest, Lafitte died without ever revealing a number of locations in the bayou country of Louisiana where he claimed to have hidden treasure. In his journal, he wrote that he was too old to go and look for it and that he didn’t care, in any case.

So far as I know, it’s still there somewhere, waiting to be found.

Simon Hawke Denver, Colorado

 

 

 

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