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Wyatt left the interrogation room to take a break. He sighed heavily as he entered the observation room, glancing around to see only Agent Christopher and Flynn remained. "Where is everyone?"

"Taking a break," Denise explained, voice heavy with worry and regret.

Wyatt nodded, understanding completely why they would. They had been at this for hours now and with little success. He questioned how much Poppy really knew - if anything - but he had seen the sly grins she gave them - gave Quinn - during their questioning. He knew she knew something but she managed to withstand more torture than most he'd seen during his times as a special forces soldier.

He slumped into an empty chair to watch Quinn continue with his violent questioning. Poppy remained in her chair, handcuffed to the table, her coppery hair disheveled, bruises forming across her pale semi-freckled skin, blood seeping from her mouth and brow.

Quinn paced the room a few feet from her. "I've got all day, Poppy," he calmly told her. "Ye, on the other hand, don't."

She spat blood across the table at him, glaring through blood-laden lashes.

He sucked his teeth before placing his hands flat on the top of the table. "Ye know Reynolds gave ye up?" he watched her expression as he continued, "How else do ye think we figured out it was ye?" He licked his lips, calmly standing up. "So...what'd he promise ye? A new life far and away from Roanoke?"

Poppy chuckled, choking on her blood as she jutted her jaw out in amusement. "You don't know anything…"

He gritted his teeth. "What is yer role here, Poppy?" she chuckled again as he asked, "What did ye have to say to him at the prison?"

Her head snapped up at those words, her eyes growing wide. "What did you say?"

He straightened, crossing his arms. "Oh, aye," he told her, "We have a picture of ye there," he blinked at her, "What'd he tell ye?"

"You don't know anything," she told him again, licking her lips and grimacing at the pain of her busted lip.

"So enlighten me," he suggested. "Tell me what ye know and I'll make this stop."

She laughed. "Right…"

He sighed. "I mean it," he told her calmly, his expression softening, "Ye tell us what we want to know, we'll give ye a ride to any place ye want...to disappear and never be found again."

"I want one of the machines," she spat back.

"Fine," Quinn told her without missing a beat. "I'll give ye mine if yer so inclined."

Wyatt's face contorted as he turned to Agent Christopher. "Can he do that?"

"He just did," she replied, eyes locked onto the two inside the interrogation room, wondering what he was about to do.

Flynn hadn't moved or spoken since this all started. He knew Quinn was lying. He'd never let her leave - not alive anyway - but it begged the question as to what he was trying to accomplish.

Poppy shook her head. "I don't believe you."

"Guess that's a gamble ye'll have to take for yerself," he told her. "Or we continue with what we're doing. It's yer call." She let her head fall to her chest as she thought for a moment.

It was at this moment, Lucy, Jiya, and Rufus returned to the observation room. "We've just discovered something!" Rufus announced. "Well, Jiya did, actually - "

"What are you talking about?" Wyatt asked, turning in his seat to look at them.

Agent Christopher tore her eyes away from the room to glance at them. "Do you mind? We're - "

"We found these drawings in Poppy's room," Rufus blurted out.

At the same time, Jiya announced, "Poppy's room number is really a clue to April 5th!"

Agent Christopher opened her mouth to retort when Poppy's voice echoed inside the observation room, "My name isn't Poppy..."

The team inside the observation room turned to watch the battered and bleeding woman in the other room. Quinn stood still, patiently listening to her confession.

"My real name is Arnette," she told him. "I was an agent in 1931."

Lucy released a startled gasp. When the team turned to face her, she muttered, "1931...the diving horses...Sonora Webster's sister…She disappeared shortly after our mission there." Everyone's head whipped back to watch Poppy.

"An agent?" Rufus repeated, recalling the girl in the barn. "She was just a kid…"

Quinn asked, "So then, Arnette...why did Reynolds recruit ye?"

She laughed as she lifted her gaze to him. "You really have no clue who you're dealing with, do you?"

"Enlighten me."

She rolled her eyes, twisting her lips again in thought. With a hard scoff, she shook her head. "I'm dead anyway, what the hell…" she sighed heavily, looking straight at Quinn. "I'm his sister."

The team watching recoiled like they had been slapped in the face. "Sister?" Wyatt repeated.

Poppy added glumly, "It wasn't supposed to end this way…"

"What way was it supposed to end in then?" Quinn asked, still completely void of emotion, almost like none of this was surprising to him.

The team watched as tears fell from the girl's face as she confessed, "We were supposed to rule the world as a family...but…" she sniffled before a sob escaped her lips, "They've abandoned us...how could they do this to us?"

"What is it that Reynolds wants?" Quinn asked. "What has this all been for?"

She chuckled scornfully. "For love."

"Come again?"

"What?" she muttered. "Were you expecting something more sinister behind your villain's motive?" She shook her head again. "Love is the most dangerous thing in the world...it makes you do things you'd never do...scary things even...and when you're already a dangerous person with a time machine at your disposal...well...there's no one to stop you."

"We did," Quinn retorted. "Several times, in fact."

She chuckled. "You've only delayed the inevitable," she replied. After a brief pause, she asked, turning to the two-way mirror, "They haven't figured it out yet, have they?" Quinn blinked at her and she added, "Of course not…" she turned back to him, "it would be too easy if they did." Her face contorted with anguish as she choked on another sob, muttering, "They lied to me…"

Wyatt stared at the woman through the glass, asking, "What's she talking about?"

Quinn remained motionless as he stood before Poppy, waiting for her to continue. When it became obvious she couldn't speak through her sobs, he said, "I'll return in a moment. Maybe then, ye'll be more composed."

He exited the interrogation room and entered the observation room shortly after where most of the team stood gawking at him. He blinked at them. "Well, we've gotten some answers."

"Yeah," Rufus chortled. "And a lot more questions - "

"Who was she talking about?" Wyatt mused.

Quinn raised an eyebrow at him. "Who do ye think?"

Rufus cocked his head at the man. "How come you don't seem surprised at all by any of this?" Before he had a chance to answer, Rufus asked, "Did you know already?" he smacked Wyatt's chest, "He knew the whole time?!"

Quinn rolled his eyes. "I knew some," he confessed, "the rest was simple powers of observation."

The door behind them opened and the last three members of their team entered. Mason glanced at everyone, eyes lingering on Quinn. "Did we succeed in getting information from her?"

Tenley's mouth fell open at the sight of a battered Poppy crying in the interrogation room. Rowan kept an eye on Flynn, who still sat in his spot, arms crossed over his chest.

Quinn confirmed, "She's the mole."

"So, you knew the whole time?" Rufus repeated. "That she was the mole?"

Quinn shook his head. "Not at first."

"When did you figure it out?" Wyatt questioned. "And why didn't you say anything sooner?"

"I couldn't bloody well tell ye if I wasn't certain, now could I?" he retorted. "Had I been wrong, the real mole would have realized they were discovered," he shifted in his spot, "I figured it out when I went to use the hidden control room and found blood on the door." Tenley's eyes fluttered up to Quinn who locked eyes with her and nodded. "She sliced her hand trying to pry it open because she didn't know where the knob was to gain access."

"Are we certain she's the only mole we have?" Mason questioned. When the rest of the team turned to look at him, he added, "It's happened before."

"Guess that's another question to ask her," Quinn replied.

"You weren't serious about giving her one of the time machines, were you?" Wyatt asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Wait, you did what?" Mason balked.

Quinn gave them an incredulous glare. "Let me handle that." He turned to gaze back into the interrogation room to watch Poppy collect herself.

"So," Jiya began, drawing out the word, "What are we going to do now?"

Quinn glanced at Agent Christopher, waiting for her to speak up. She cleared her throat, letting her head drop to her chest. "We let Quinn continue," she confessed. "We're running out of time and she's willing to talk now...we can't let that slip through our fingers." She lifted her eyes to scan the faces of the team, taking in the mixture of emotions on each one, and added, "Get some sleep. I'll come find you when we know more."

"May I stay and watch?" Lucy asked. "I want to hear what she has to say."

Agent Christopher nodded. "Of course," she said. "It might be a while though."

"That's okay," she said, turning her eyes back to the woman on the other side of the glass. "I have nothing else to do."

As the others began to file out of the room, Rowan approached Mason and asked quietly, "Might I have a word with ye?" Mason nodded as the two walked out together.

Tenley glanced over to Flynn, who had been watching her from his secluded corner of the room. She could see something behind his intense stare but she couldn't read what it was. Realizing he was staying to watch, she averted her gaze, slipping out of the room alone.

Quinn watched the rest of the team exit the observation room. Taking a deep breath, he gave Agent Christopher a curt nod before heading back to the interrogation room where Poppy's sobs had calmed.

He closed the heavy door behind him as he entered the room. Stepping up to the table, he stared down at the battered woman before him. "Now then," he began. "Where were we?"

Tenley wandered the halls aimlessly after she left the observation room. She felt lost - almost like a part of her was missing. She couldn't shake the feeling that something just seemed off.

As she turned the corner to head into the main room of the bunker, she spotted Rowan and Mason speaking in hushed tones. Their body language told her it was a heated conversation, despite being quiet about it. She wondered what they were arguing about but knew better than to pry. Whatever it was - it was between them.

Tenley decided against going to the main room and opted to return to the infirmary instead. Upon entering the infirmary, her eyes scanned the empty room, lingering on the exam table where Charlotte had passed away on. Rowan helped her move the body to the morgue at the back of the infirmary until they could figure out what to do with her.

Thinking about Charlotte brought a pang to her heart alongside the overwhelming feeling of failure. Her head fell to her chest as her eyes fluttered closed, fighting the urge to cry.

Running her hand down her face as she inhaled deeply to calm her emotions, Tenley approached her desk, slumping down in the chair. Her eyes drifted across the top before zeroing in on the old journal Charlotte returned to her.

Licking her lips, she reached for the book to look it over again. Her hand gently caressed the cover, feeling the slight bumps in the leather binding. Twisting her lips in thought, her eyes lowered to the silvered monogram at the corner. CRQRT

The door to the infirmary opened, breaking Tenley's concentration and diverting her attention to whoever came inside. Jiya and Rufus crossed the threshold, holding her gaze. Jiya asked, "Are we interrupting?"

Tenley shook her head, putting the journal aside. "No," she told them, sighing slightly, "what's going on?"

The pair approached her desk and Rufus held up a stack of papers. "Have you seen these?" he extended them out to her, "we were able to figure out some of these but there are a few we just don't recognize."

With a furrowed brow, Tenley grabbed the pages from him to give them a look. The first picture was a small room, filled with file cabinets, bookshelves, and a table in the middle, strewn with papers, documents, and maps. She blinked at the drawing. "Where did you get this?" she asked, lifting her gaze to meet them.

Rufus's head bobbed to the side slightly. "Well," he admitted, "We sort of went snooping through Poppy's room and found them."

Tenley muttered, "Poppy?" Her eyes drifted back to the drawing in her hands. "How do you know these are hers?" When no one answered, she lifted her eyes again, adding, "She's a thief...these," she held the drawings up slightly, "might not even be hers."

Rufus nodded. "We don't think she drew them either," he admitted, pointing to the paper. "Does that look familiar though? You could say we're trying to solve the mystery."

"Like Sherlock and Watson," Jiya chimed in, a smile growing on her lips.

"I'm totally Sherlock," Rufus said, turning to Jiya.

Jiya smirked. "You are so Watson."

Tenley sighed heavily as she stared at the image again. "It looks like Carol's desk back at the Rittenhouse location."

Rufus and Jiya stopped playing at Tenley's admission, blinking in surprise as they turned their attention back to the doctor. "Say, what?" Rufus asked.

Tenley passed the picture back to him. "It's Carol's desk."

Exchanging stunned glances, Rufus took the picture from Tenley's outstretched hand, only to hand her another. "What about this one?"

Tenley sighed, taking the picture. Upon first glance, she couldn't process what she was looking at until she tilted her head. A short chortle escaped her lips. Passing it back, she explained, "That's where I was found back in 1942…within the rubble of a destroyed building," her eyes darted back and forth between the two, "when Emma convinced me I was Amy?"

Rufus smiled wide at her. "Thank you!" He turned to leave with Jiya close behind. "You've been a huge help!" he called over his shoulder as they neared the door.

Tenley's brows drew together as she asked, "That's it?"

The two stopped at the doorway. "We've got a board set up if you want to see it," Rufus told her. "We've organized these pictures to years and locations as we figure them out, kind of like a puzzle."

Blinking away their enthusiasm, Tenley stood from the desk to follow them. Curiosity had gotten the better of her and she wondered what other pictures they managed to figure out.

Rounding the corner into the secret control room, Tenley's eyes caught movement from inside the landing pad room. Stopping to gaze out of the window, she spotted Rowan and Mason fiddling with the time machines. Her brows knitted together as she asked, "What are they doing?"

Rufus shrugged. "I don't know. I didn't ask."

Tenley turned to face him. "You aren't the least bit curious?"

"Why would I be?" Rufus retorted. "Mason's with him. He won't let anything happen to the machines, you know that."

Jiya took the pictures from Rufus and tacked them onto the corkboard on the wall as Tenley followed behind them. Her eyes drifted the length of the board that was filled with numerous pictures and dates pinned on.

"What do you think?" Jiya asked, planting her hands on her hips proudly. "We thought this would help us figure out who's behind all of this."

"I can't believe we didn't do this sooner," Rufus mentioned.

Tenley's eyes darted around, struggling to focus on one thing at a time. She neared the board, eyeing the hand-drawn images. All of them were labeled with names and dates, most of them were places they had been on past missions - like the Austen estate and Poe's dilapidated house. Some were the people they met along the way - Dorothy Lawrence and John Snow - then she spotted a '?' section. She pointed to it. "What are these?"

"Ones we haven't figured out yet," Jiya admitted. "We've been trying to guess as we go."

Tenley studied the images carefully. There were a few that stood out to her as familiar as she bent to look at them closer. One of the drawings was of a lovely two-story house with a large bay window upstairs just above the front porch. Planter boxes were hanging from the white posts of the wooden steps leading up to the porch. A thistle and vine wreath hung on the door. It was a house she would recognize anywhere.

She pulled the pin from the cork to release its hold on the picture before standing. "This…um..." she sighed, staring at the image, "this is … was… my childhood home…"

"Wait, really?" Rufus asked, taking the picture from her. Jiya peeked over his shoulder at the image as Tenley turned back to the others under the '?' section, humming her response to Rufus's stunned reaction.

Tenley looked at the next image - a series of metal lockers plastered with various stickers, art, photos, and scuff marks on the outside. One locker, in particular, was opened wide, revealing a series of items inside. She gasped involuntarily as she recognized it immediately.

"What is it?" Jiya asked, voice laced with concern the moment she heard Tenley's outburst.

Without removing the pin first, Tenley pulled the picture from the tack, tearing the paper as she stood up to pass the image off to Jiya. "That's my locker at the hospital."

"Are you sure?" Rufus asked, brows knitting together as he looked it over.

"I could tell you everything I left behind in that locker," she told him, "Right down to the location I placed the stuff…" Memories of Jack telling her how many times Rittenhouse changed her past came rushing back to her.

Without saying another word or continuing to look through the pictures, Tenley rushed out of the room. Rufus called out behind her, "Okay, bye!"

Just as Tenley exited the control room, Mason and Rowan emerged from the landing pad. Rowan's shoulder slammed into the doctor as she made her quick exit. Rowan's eyes narrowed with worry at her as he held her by the shoulders to keep her from falling over. "What's wrong?" he asked her.

Mason glanced between the two, excusing himself as he turned to enter the control room where Rufus and Jiya continued their sleuthing.

Tenley's eyes darted over to the others for a moment before motioning for Rowan to follow her.

Rowan trailed close behind as she led him back to the safety of the empty infirmary. Once they were alone, she turned to face him, her face paled with fret. He closed the gap between them, grabbing her shoulders again to look into her scared eyes. "What's wrong, Tenley?"

She swallowed her nerves. "I just realized something…" she took a shaky breath in, "this whole time, I thought Rittenhouse was trying to erase me from history...but...I don't think that's what they were doing…"

"Slow down," he cooed, "What are ye talking about?"

"Jack…" Tenley started but paused, realizing he might need context. "He was with Rittenhouse and was Wyatt's - "

"I know who yer speaking of," Rowan reassured her. "What does he have to do with anything?"

She peered over his shoulder toward the door, to make sure they were still alone. "Jack mentioned Rittenhouse changed a lot about my life...my parents, my siblings...but…" her eyes darted around in frantic thought, "He said no matter what they did to my family, the outcome was always the same…"

Rowan waited patiently, struggling to connect the dots she seemed to have traced.

"I just helped Rufus and Jiya go through some drawings they found in Poppy's room - "

"What drawings?" Rowan interrupted, brows knitting together in confusion.

She blinked at him. "I don't know...some really good drawings…" she saw his face fall, "What? What is it?"

"Nothing," he reassured her. "What about these drawings?"

She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously but decided to follow up on that later. She continued, "Some of the pictures were personal to me - the house I grew up in and my locker at the hospital…" she glanced over his shoulder again before dropping her voice low, "What if Rittenhouse's game was never to erase me from time but...to change me?"

"Change ye how?"

She shook her head. "I don't know...it sounds stupid now that I say it out loud." With a heavy sigh, she waved her thoughts aside. "Ignore me, I'm tired," she said, "What was going on with the machines?"

"Nothing," he told her. "Just some simple maintenance," his stormy blue eyes darted around her face, taking in her features, "I...I need to check something," he told her. "I'll be back later, yeah?"

He started to leave when Tenley called after him. "Are you okay?" she asked.

He stopped in his tracks to turn on his heel to approach her again. He blinked at her with a wave of emotions behind his eyes she hadn't seen before - a mixture of fear, sadness, and determination. He pressed his forehead to hers briefly, whispering, "Aye, I'm okay," he reached into his pocket to retrieve something, "here...take this." He grabbed her right wrist gently before placing an elegant Fiorentino knife into her palm.

"What is this for?" she asked, staring at the beautifully polished handle with an etched thistle blossom in the hilt.

He forced a small smile, releasing his hold of her. "Protection for the days to come," he whispered, taking a step back. "I'll be back in a few."

She stood there, watching him leave the room as she closed her fingers around the knife in her hand. She sighed heavily the moment he disappeared from sight. She scratched the side of her face, shaking her head as she slipped the knife into her pocket. As her eyes turned away from the door, they landed on her desk, locking onto her journal once more.

Approaching her desk, she stared at the silvered monogram once more. Picking it up to examine it closer, she noticed the silver foil inside the last two letters weren't silver but aged white paper.

Opening the cover, she saw the stitching on the binding was different in the corner than the rest of the liner. She realized she'd have to open it up to figure out what was hiding behind the leather.

Crossing the room, Tenley grabbed her suture kit and set the items on the desk to begin the extraction surgery. Taking a deep breath, she hoped she would get to the bottom of this uninterrupted.