The Horse Soldier: Beginnings Series Book 10 (40 page)

CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
Beginnings, Montana

The
brotherhood of etiquette was breached in Dean’s mind as he walked into Jason’s lab unannounced and uninvited. But yet Dean did go into Jason’s lab as requested by Joe. The first thing he did was put into motion the plan to cover his ass if Jason came into the lab. With him, he brought the Withers folder tucked with in his lab jacket. He looked around Jason’s lab for the familiar stack of folders that he always saw Jason carry about and Dean slipped that folder right in with the rest.

“There.” Dean let out a breath feeling highly uncomfortable. “Now . . .” He rubbed his hands together. “Where the hell do I begin?”

Before he could answer in his mind, the door to Jason’s lab opened and Dean’s heart dropped as he thought how it was just his luck to be busted so soon.

Henry walked in.

“Henry.” Dean ran his hand through his hair. “What . . . what are you doing here?”

“Joe sent me up to help you.”

“I don’t need help.” Dean walked, obviously clueless to the Regressionator.

“Oh really?” Henry moved to him. “You know about pulling up the history?”

“And you do?”

“I know more than you do
, Dean.”

Dean scoffed in laughter.

“I know you’re a dick.” Henry stepped into Dean’s way and to the Regressionator.

“A dick?” Dean stopped laughing. “Where do you get off calling me a dick Henry?”

“Where do you get off trying to piss me off.”

“How do you figure?” Dean asked snidely.

“What? You’re gonna deny it?”

“Deny trying to piss you off? Yeah.”

“Then what do you call shoving Danny’s favor slip in my face?”

“I call it, trying to make you feel bad.”

“And you think you’re not a dick.” Henry said and faced the time machine.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t a dick Henry. I just wanted to know where
you
got off calling
me
a dick. When you started this whole ball rolling.” Dean’s tone heated.

“I asked for an understanding with Ellen!” Henry argued loudly.

“And I turned you down and you got pissed!”

“I got pissed because of your attitude about it.”

Dean tossed his hands up. “What attitude! You gave me the attitude first and then went down to Bowman to start trouble.”

“The reason I went to Bowman early and what happened when I was there, are two different things.”

“That is such bullshit and you know it. You went there to start trouble and get me worked up.” Dean pointed at Henry as they stood face to face. “You Henry went down there with every intention of being with my wife.”

“She’s my friend!”

“And you want more!” Dean’s face and loudness of his voice began to match Henry’s. “And because you can’t have more, you stomp like a child and decide you’re just going to take it!”

“I never went down there with any intentions of taking her from you! I went down there to be with her.”

“Be with her!?” Dean moved dramatically as he argued. “And you can stand here and tell me you went there without intentions of starting trouble.
I
told you Henry. I told you no! I have my reasons. She is my wife! If I don’t want to share her, I don’t have to. Not you. Not anyone, can make me do it. And out of respect for our marriage, you should not push the issue! But you did.”

“You wanna know what your problem is Dean?”

“Yeah, Henry tell me what my problem is.”

“I’ll tell you.”

“Tell me.”

“You have it in your little man mind . . .”

Dean’s laugh interrupted Henry. “Look at you trying to be Frank. Talk like him. Act like him. Have Ellen like him.”

“Shut up and let me finish.” Henry’s pointing finger came awfully close to Dean who had stepped closer to him. “You’re afraid!”

“Afraid of what?”

“Afraid of doing the same things you did before that caused Ellen to turn to someone else. And you know what Dean. You will. You’ll repeat your mistakes, because you’re too selfish not too.”

“Fuck you Henry.”

“Fuck you Dean.”

“And I am not here to fight with you.” Dean turned to the computer of the time machine. “I’m here to find out information and leave. So why don’t you go.”

“No, Dean. Why don’t you go. You’re way out of your league.”

“Me!” Dean reached for the keyboard. “Who’s the scientist?”

“Who’s the one that sets up everything for your scientist ass?” Henry moved into the keyboard. “Now step aside. I’ll do this.”

“I’ll do it.”

“Quit letting your pride get in the way. Let me do it. I know what I’m doing.” Henry placed his hands on the keyboard.

“And I don’t?”

“No.”

“Move Henry.” Dean moved Henry’s hands and laid his on the keyboard.

“No you move Dean.” Henry nudged Dean slightly.

“You move.” Dean stepped into Henry and laid his hand on the keys pushing Henry’s away.

“Dean.”

“Henry.”

“Move.” Henry grabbed Dean’s hands. Dean quickly retracted his hands from Henry and moved them to the keyboards again, when Henry reached for his hands, Dean smacked Henry’s.

Henry gasped and smacked Dean’s hands back, within seconds the struggle over who would get to the keyboard became a game of hostile Patty Cake between the two grown men.

It was the one word Joe always used to bring about order. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Joe who spoke it in the quantum lab. “Boys.” Jason stepped inside.

So startled Dean and Henry were, that they spun around, faced Jason, placed their hands behind their backs, and looked as guilty as two ten year old boys who were busted reading a dirty magazine in a drugstore.

Jason took a step further in, clearing his throat. “What’s going on
? Why are you guys in my lab?”

Moving an inch away from Henry, Dean spoke up. “I came up to look for the Withers file.”

“You did?” Jason nodded. “Why didn’t you ask me where it was when I saw you twenty minutes ago?”

“I saw you twenty minutes ago?” Dean nudged Henry when he heard Henry tsk. “You know what? It didn’t dawn on me until I needed it which was ten minutes ago.”

Jason looked at Henry. “Henry, why are you in my lab?”

“Helping Dean.”

“Helping Dean?” Jason question. “Helping Dean look for a file?”

Dean let out one single snicker. “Good
one, Henry.”

“Like you did any better.” Henry whispered.

Jason ran his fingers over his thin mustache and spoke calmly. “Now that you two proceeded to lie badly, what is going on?” He didn’t receive an answer. “How about I take a wild guess?” He walked to his main computer of the time machine. “You are trying to get in here? Why?” Still no response. “Wanna take a trip? I thought you boys learned?”

While Jason was speaking, Dean and Henry both let their minds work separately and both of them thinking they had an explanation
, started talking only it was at the same time as the other.

Jason closed one eye in a wince at the meshed together voices. “Hold it.” He held up his hand. “Using logical deduction
, obviously you don’t want to dismantle or vandalize my Regressionator because Henry knows this computer is not the link to do that. And Dean, you obviously aren’t looking for a file seeing how my files are over there.” Jason indicated to the stack. “Now, what is in this computer that you two want to get to. A bet? No.” Jason shook his head. “I think it’s something in here. Now seeing you aren’t planning any trips, I’m gonna gather it’s information on one of two things contained in this computer. You either wanna see the programming or you wanna see the history. I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you one. I’ve got nothing to hide. You tell me, history or programming. Which is it that I give you?”

Henry and Dean looked at each other and then to Jason, speaking at the same time. “History.”

 

“Here.” Jason laid
, a homemade book down in front of a sitting Henry and Dean. “This is the log. It coincides with everything in that print up, and even though you know the history is only printed up until the safeguarding of the time machine, my notes do go further.”

The long table Dean and Henry sat at was covered with papers. Dean pulled the log book to him. “These are all you time trip notes.?”

“Yes and some that Forrest logged as well. It’s stuff I don’t put into the computer.”

“Thanks.” Dean put the log book between him and Henry as they reviewed. Test trips, real trips, trips Dean and Henry didn’t know about.

“Thank you for this,” Henry said.

“I have nothing to hide. You have any questions, just ask away
,” Jason told them.

Dean raised his eyes to Jason. “You do know we can’t tell you why we need this information. We can only hope you won’t say anything to anyone.”

“I haven’t yet,” Jason stated.

Henry looked at him in wonder. “What do you mean, you haven’t yet? We’ve only been here a half hour.”

“I haven’t said anything about my thoughts which I think are the same as yours. That’s why you’re wanting to view it. I have to say, I thought Joe would be the one to finally come up here.”

“What are you talking about?” Dean asked.

“The possibility that there is someone working on the inside for the Society.” Jason said. He noticed the immediate pale expressions. “What? You don’t think that crossed my mind. It did. What makes me think it is the way that one trip back in time went. The one on March 6
th
, where I went as the constant. I got shot. Frank, Robbie, and Greg were chased. It was so much like a set up, I got curious.”

“And why didn’t you say anything?” Henry asked.

“Because I know the fingers would point at me,” Jason explained. “Just like now. I was frozen with the Society scientists, however, if any of you would stop to think. That trip I joined, if I was with the Society, why didn’t I just return alone, look frazzled, and act as if all went wrong?. No one would be the wiser. No one. It was after that trip that I thought someone set us up. Someone used the time machine.”

“Did they?” Dean asked. “You don’t have any trips logged.”

“See.” Jason leaned over Dean’s shoulder. “The computer history that tells of the trips is a manual history. That is what I put in. This . . .” Jason picked up a stack. “This history just shows the usage of power in the Regressionator. See.” Jason pointed to the date in the log book. “Time trip, but if you look on the power history, you have a power usage.”

Dean nodded and flipped a page. “Wait. Right here is the March 6
th
time trip.” He moved to the log book. “The power history shows a power usage on March 4
th
. But you have nothing logged.”

“That’s because I didn’t make a time trip on March 4
th
.”

“But the power usage says it happened
,” Henry said.

“No.” Jason shook his head. “The history showed a power usage consistent with a time trip. We also get the same reading
whenever there is a storm and we lose power momentarily. You can see in the history how often we have power usages and how often they don’t coincide with a trip.”

Henry checked it out. “I have to see if there was a storm March 4
th
. We keep track of the weather history.”

“There wasn’t
,” Jason interjected. “I already checked. My opinion. Someone came in here and used the Regressionator. This same someone warned George and we got set up. I originally made the machine user friendly in the event something happened to me. Instructions were handwritten so anyone, even Josephine, could come up here and take a trip. Unfortunately I did not password protect until I discovered this particular incident and now the password is obsolete. Safeguard is there.”

“Did this suspicion play into your safeguard design?” Henry asked.

“Oh most definitely,” Jason answered. “I didn’t want to dismantle it completely, but I didn’t want us to abuse time travel.” Jason shrugged. “So with this person in mind, I decided just to make the process, as you know, extremely difficult. A crew would have to man the time machine and so forth in the present. Before, one person could come in here, set up the machine, go and come back without notice.”

Henry nodded in understanding. “Now, if they go back in time . . . one, you can’t do it alone, and two, if you go back in time and spend an hour there, you’re missing here for an hour as well. Wise move. But why didn’t you bring this particular suspicion to Joe’s attention?”

“Why would I?” Jason answered. “There isn’t any proof someone used the machine. The only proof there is, is this, the power usage. But how good of proof is that when we get the same reading every time the lights go out?” Jason shrugged. “Not very and going to Joe is bringing accusations against someone, anyone in the community. I don’t like to accuse. I just figured it wouldn’t be long before Joe started questioning the presence of someone else working for George.”

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