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“After I confront him, I am going to kill him. I was raised without a mother because of him. I saw it his memory. I think something is wrong with our connection though. I tried to get a hold of him, but I am not connecting.”

“Don’t you think that is because you are so angry? I see it radiating off you.”

“I don't know. Maybe. I just have to know why he did it. Why did he kill my mother?”

“Jack killed your mother,” Johnny demanded, raising his eyebrows. “He has accused me of killing her for years, and it was him? He killed her? How do you know?”

“I saw it in his memory.”

“Yes, but,” Drew injected, holding my gaze, “we do not know if he is the real Jack…and we don’t know if he was possessed by one of these beings…and if the being killed your mother and not your father, how are we going to prove it? It would be Jack who pulled the trigger.”

I took a deep breath, willing myself to calm, realizing Drew could be right. It could have been a being that killed Momma in my father’s body. “You could be right, but I just had a disagreement with her a few minutes ago…and it is still fresh.”

“Disagreement with your mother,” Johnny posed, eyeing me. “About what?”

“I think it was a tall, dark-haired man whose hair is severely brushed back, long in the back, who possesses an Anglican nose and harsh features like he’d been in the sun too long, who killed her.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I keep seeing him in my dreams, coming after me with a gun. The dreams only started since I came on board. That’s not quite true. I had them periodically, but now I am having them every night.”

“Sounds like Momma is trying to get you to remember who killed her.”

“I always felt jealous of your relationship with her. You and her were closer than her and me.”

“Al, we were five when she died. She loved us all the same.”

“No, you and her had a special bond like you just understood her more.”

“You got more attention from her.”

“Because I was sick a lot. She called you her Princess…and you told her, ‘But, Momma, I don’t need a prince to rescue me. I am going to be my own hero.’” Alli gestured around the room. “And I guess you did that…and a hero for other people from what I’ve heard.”

I feigned a smile. “It is all a part of my jobs. I love to help other people. I love to stop criminals. I love solving crimes and commanding the LVN.”

"I need your help," I heard my father's voice in my head.

I rolled my eyes and returned in the same manner, "Do you now?"

"Alixxea Camry Madrid! Don't you give me that attitude!"

"You didn't want to help me before because there were imposters running around, claiming to be Alli and me. Do you remember her now? Or is your mind still blocking her like mine did? Do you even remember Alli? Or is your mind still foggy about her existence? And hers was about us? I am trying to understand why you want help now.”

“Because people are after me, of course.” I felt fear and desperation from him.

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“I have no idea what you are talking about. I do not know any Renata Camry.”

I feigned a smile and then answered, “You might want to tell your face that because your face said you do know what I am talking about…and that you know who Renata Camry was.”

“I know a Reyaxxa Camry--the bane of my existence,” came her response. Her face contorted.

“Same person,” I advised, cocking the weapon. “What did you do to her? Did you kill her?

“Even if I did, I wouldn’t admit that…and the galaxy is better off without her…and they would be better out without you.” A Security guard came over and eased me off of Reid and took her into custody.

“Colonel, we are not able to open the Hanger Bay doors to let SpaceVessels onto the Base,” came Major Restock’s voice over my CommLet.

“Colonel, we are not able to open patient’s doors or control the DiagnMonitors,” I heard Drew say over it.

“Colonel, we are not able to keep the doors to the cells locked,” I heard Major Garcia say.

“How is that going, Reid,” I questioned.

“I’ve ran into some complications,” she admitted after hemming and hawing.

I joined all the lines and announced, “Hold on, I will fix it.” I moved under one of the workstations. How did I see him do this before? I opened the bottom panel and pressed several numbers into the keypad, then I replaced the panel. I pulled myself off the ground and then danced my fingers over the workstation for a few minutes before I started hearing, “It is fixed” from Drew, Garcia, Reid and Restock.

Just then I felt something strike me over the head. Someone pushed me out of the chair and onto the floor as everything went black around me.

The hairs on the back of my arms stood.  I could sense fear and terror coming from my crew.  I turned my terminal so I could see what was occurring in Command Central.  I saw my grandparents and several other prominent members of the Supervisors storming Command Central, holding weapons on the Command Central crew.  My grandfather said in a low voice, “We are in charge.  The Freedom Alliance is out.  We are in charge of this SpaceBase now.  You will do as you are told, or we will kill you.”

“Okay, we need a plan of attack,” I maintained, then called General Graham to apprise him of the situation.  I followed that with calls to my senior staff members who were not in Command Central.  After that, I put alerts on the crewmembers’ QuanPads that made them aware we knew the happenings in Command Central and were devising a plan.    I waited for the Senior Staff to arrive, then showed them the footage.  “Now, we have intel that these could be beings that are hosting another race that can shift themselves to look like other people.  You all were on board when this occurred ten years ago…so I do not have to explain these beings…or explain how dangerous they are.”

Lieutenant Colonel Jade Scott, my first officer, a dark-skinned woman with curly, black hair framing her oval face with thin eyebrows and deep, chocolate-colored eyes dressed in a light green muscle shirt and jeans, remarked, “I remember they killed Colonel Franklin.”

Major Isaiah “Zay” Mitchell, my Science Chief, a tall man with a long face with a square jaw and Anglican nose agreed, “They sealed the doors to Command Central as they are doing now…and turned off the life support system.  They locked us out of the computer system.”

“That is why I have gathered you here.  We need to come up with a plan to fix this problem before it gets to that extreme.  First, I need Engineering to prevent them from locking us out.  I don’t care how you do it, but we have to remain in control of the computer system.”

I pursued the list and realized the connection. “There is this old story. I don’t know how true it is, but it seems there was a serial killer who killed people on the Supervisors by inhabiting their bodies. I don’t know how true that is, but I remember the story going that they kept killing the person, and when they thought he was dead, he would come back to life and kill again.”

“What does that have to do with this list,” required Tony, tapping his fingers on the journal pages.

“These are all people whose family members were supposedly killed by this serial killer,” I revealed, looking over at him. “My mother’s aunt and cousin were allegedly killed by this person…and it is possible this Sophie, who was best friends with Momma and Aunt Juls, was killed by this serial killer as well.” I continued to run it over the latter pages. Her last message on the very last page. Save Yourselves. They are coming.

“Who is coming,” Tony questioned.

I turned and stared at him. “Does she state who ‘they’ is? I guess we are going to have to do our jobs and figure that out.”

"You and my mother were engaged? Did you know she was an Indigoid? Can you tell me about her? My father never speaks of her."

"I met her in my homeroom class the first day of my freshman year. I thought she was so beautiful. She had this long--"

I called up a picture of Abby on my QuanPad and turned it around to face him. "This is my sister."

Johnny gasped, putting his hand over his mouth. When he regained his composure, he admitted, "She looks like your mother." He frowned. "Do you see her like Lucky Star sees Ben and Cougar?" He referred to Jessa as Lucky Star. When he saw me nod, his violet eyes took on this hunted look. "Please tell her I'm sorry. My wife thinks I have never gotten over your Mother. I didn't understand. I didn't understand why she had to marry him, why she would honor the arranged marriage they set up for her. She tried to tell me that she was Indigoid and that she was from India-Seven where her family had been on the Supervisors for centuries."

"I suspect that would be hard, considering the only thing comparable to it on Earth is being royalty. Did Lord and Lady Camry know about you? I know they were none too please when I married an Earthoid. I created interspecies children."

"She was going to leave that life for me, but I didn't let her because family is family and preserving the seats was important to her family."

“Erika was in prison at that time, according to your mother.”

“Wow! Maybe she had Momma killed. What exactly do we know about her?”

“We know she is a princess from Romeo Ait. She is a part of their royal family. However, she decided to live among the commoners.”

“Interesting because her race is supposed to have originated on India-Seven. However, that aside, what do we know about Romeo Ait?”

“From what I have heard, the royal family of Romeo Ait are not human. They are of a race that kills time traveler.”

“Yes, Zeitverschidetes. They are fighting us on India-Seven because they say their race was there first. I don't know whether it is true, but--

Tony injected, "I suspect how her people ended up on Romeo-Ait from India-Seven and what happened with that would be a good place to look."

"I think that is a good idea," Johnny agreed. "Whatever happened there is going to lead you to why your mother was targeted by this Erika person."

"It will also explain why she threatened to kill me in every timeline. Johnny? Do you believe in time travelers?"

"I supposed I have to since I am speaking to one," Johnny responded, "who apparently remembers her adventures while time traveling."

"I do. It is a new gift since we are in the Renavatio period. Graham and I have discussed that it would not be ethical to use information from any of my gifts in investigations. They are going to make it an IIB standard. I feel like they are tying my hands. I see their point, though. How do we explain how I got the information?"

"I see their point too, but I wonder if there are ways to use your gifts to steer you in the right direction, then use traditional sleuthing methods to prove it."

I nodded just as Tony provided, "Romeo-Ait is home to the Zeitverschidetes."

I replied, giving Tony the side eye, "Which makes me wonder why they are trying to claim India Seven. They are not even close in proximity. I am curious now."

"That's nothing. So far there have only been reports of Zeitverschidetes on those two planets. The royal family has a court member with the name Quentin Richardson Torrington."

"You think he might be Mister QRT?"

“I do, but I was only five when she died. Speaking of my partner, though, Tony Ashton is also sitting in on this conversation. What can you tell me about my mother and your last case? From what I understand it was about the murders of Charlotte Darling and Henry Dikes?”

“Yes, that was our last case, but I also fail to see how that got her killed.”

“The case we are working is the Aurora Asher murder case, which we believe is connected to Charlotte Darling, Henry Dikes and Griffin Black’s murders. All were on the Supervisors…and were killed we suspect for their secrets. The fact that the Supervisors have gone into hiding tells me are on the right track.”

“I have to agree with you because Darling, Dikes and Black were hiding some definite secrets. Darling and Dikes were cheating on their spouses with each other and had several secret love children. Black was involved with their murders. Asher, I am not sure what her deal is, except I suspect she has either been involved with your grandfather or that she was somehow involved in Darling and Dikes’ murders.”

“Unfortunately, I feel like Lord Camry, my grandfather, was involved too if Asher was. I feel like they are hiding something…and I suspected it was something surrounding a murder. The question is why are all these people involved with their murders…if they are.”

“I don't know anything about your grandparents, except that they have not been on the same page with each other since Renata was killed. I know that I was on vacation that week. I knew, in my gut, that something was going to happen. She talked to me that morning and said she was going to meet a contact that she only referenced as Mister QRT. I told her to wait until I got home later that day, but that turned into a fight about how I didn’t think she could do her job, which was not true. I thought she was an amazing agent.”

“Alli, all my resources are at your disposal. I know you don’t know me or my family, but I really do care what happens to you.” I tilted my head to the side and insisted, “I don't know how empath you are, but my daughter and I are uber-empathic, so I am hoping we don’t scare you.”

“I was raised human. I was raised that being empathic was being too sensitive.”

“You weren’t, by any chance, raised by Erika, were you?” I pulled up a picture of Erika on my QuanPad and handed it to her. When I saw her nod, I touched her arm. “She almost married Dad…and we were raised by her in another timeline…and she told me the same thing. She is not human. She is a Zeitverschidete. Her race kills time travelers…and she has threatened to kill me in every timeline. I am sorry if you had a good relationship with her. That was my experience.”

“No, I didn’t have a good relationship with either one of them. They controlled everything I did. I couldn’t go outside and play. I couldn’t go to sleep at friend’s houses. They made me marry Kane. They ruled by fear, manipulation and gaslighting. The fact that I belonged to another family, that my memory was erased to prevent me from remembering my real family—it makes sense now.”

“And it was perfect because we were drugged too, so we weren’t looking for you. I wish I would have just remembered. I always thought it strange that after Momma died, Dad would not talk about her at all. From what I’ve heard from the Camrys, they tried to fight for custody of the three of us, but—’