The Night Of Misunderstanding
Artemus Gordon was at the end of his patience. For the past week his partner, James West, had been moody and short tempered with his wife Winoma having left for the West to visit her friends, with having to be three months pregnant.
He was taking everything out on Gordon, when ever Colonel Richmond would ask him to work on a mission for the local area of Washington, D.C.
"Jesus Jim, what is wrong with you for God Sake, your not been yourself, ever since Wimona left for California a week ago?"
"I realize that Artie, It just can't be help for the moment, since the both of us, have been given separate missions to take on, but for now, I need to leave for Washington, D.C. in a short while to meet up with the president." West replied while putting on his shirt, along with the rest of his attire.
Before walking out to take his horse from the corral of the WANDERER.
While Artemus went about his business in the lab, while the train started to move to head for the next few stations to pick up supplies and a special courier message for Gordon.
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San Francisco, California
Wimona was meeting up with her old boss of the secret service talking over old times.
"Harry, what is wrong with you, your been fidgeting for the past few minutes, ever since I walked into your office?"
"I am sorry Wimona, my mind was on other things, including this up to date listing of agents on cases on the East coast, including your husband James West, he seems to be tackling looking for this Loveless once again, having been spotted in Washington, D.C., along with meeting up with President Grant to protect him for a special charity event at the White House."
"So you think Jim might be walking into a trap with Loveless trying to gain access into the White House for what ever his reasoning at this time, after the last time?" She replies with a serious tone.
"It would seem so Wimona, along with the fact to keep him from his partner Artemus Gordon to get his final revenge, as with taking out President Grant out of the picture to start a war."
"Sir, is it possible for me to send a dispatch to Washington, D.C. to warm them, before it too late Harry?"
"Be my guess, the telegraph is in my outer office, lets go to send that message, hopefully someone will be able to inform the President and your husband of the danger."
They move off into the outer office.
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Loveless having to be staying at a local hotel The Blue Royal, a few miles from the White House, was waiting on word from his men, having hired them after the last three disappointing him.
Devon knocks on Loveless door. When he tells him to come in already. "Devon, did you place the charges in the right places to blow up the two main rooms of the White House, going in as painters?"
"Yes, Doctor Loveless, the secret service was able to check me out with the orders, I had in regard to the painting of the dish room and oval office."
"Very good, where are the others right now?"
"Outside feeding the horses, before heading on over to the saloon a block away from this hotel."
"Well then Devon, lets go celebrate with a drink, it's my treat before the charges go off, and when exactly will that be?" He asked.
"I understand James West and President Grant are supposed to arrive at the White House in two hours, sometime after that, the charges will be going off."
"Boom!, come on, lets have that drink, I am very thirsty all of a sudden.
Chapter Two up next.