To Anyone who has been reading A Scent of Things to Come: When I went to upload this story I noticed the rule that a story is only allowed to be uploaded in one location on the site. So I deleted it from the Earth Final Conflict and Sentinel sections. It is now only able to be found in TV crossovers.
I don't own Earth Final Conflict. This story is an AU beginning in Atonement when Liam and Renee arrive at the White House to report Sandoval's death and find him there playing chess with Tate who is eating an ice cream cone. The majority of the story takes place after PONR. Italics are thoughts
Twist of Fate"….Gave me the green light to execute with extreme prejudice, yeah I know it's sweet." Tate said with a smirk.
"One other thing I have in my position two disks one is the mothership's command log, the complete digital record of atrocities against humanity. I have another disk, don't bother asking how I acquired it. That one has a complete list of Resistance and ANA agents undercover. If anything happens to me, both disks will be made public. It gives everyone a little extra incentive to make sure I stay alive."
"They are setting up in the White House Situation Room for the hearing. They'll be ready in a few minutes."
"Good, Checkmate." Sandoval said matter-of-factly as he rose and exited the room.
Subterranean Chamber, (PONR)
"It's in the hands of Destiny now." Liam said. Sometimes I wish I could have had a normal childhood. At least now the other children, human and atavus will have that chance.
The home of Ronald SandovalRonald Sandoval sat in an armchair watching the news about the strange lights that had appeared and reflected on his life since testifying before the ANA. It seemed little had changed. The Taelon's had continued their work using other protectors while the ANA had fought them. They had disappeared for a few weeks but now it seemed they were back. Retirement is boring. I need to get busy and…
"Secure portal activation."
That portal's coordinates were supposed to be secret. The room should have locked down upon activation, but best to play it safe, he thought grabbing a weapon and proceeding cautiously towards the basement.
He hit the access code on the room with a thirty-second delay allowing him to gain partial cover. When no one exited the room Sandoval entered the room weapon first prepared to fire at the slightest provocation. What he saw almost made him drop his weapon in shock.
In the center of the room stood a small boy, about 4 or 5 years old. The child was covered head to toe in grime and soot, wearing only a smile. "My name is Liam," he announced proudly.