Our Future is in our Past.
Chapter 11
Williamsburg Days
Kim opened her to the early morning sun shining through the small window of their room. Looking around she noticed that Ron was already gone. He had to be at the coffee house early today. He had only been working there a few days and Mr. Carleton was already depending on him for a number of various jobs. She sat up as stretched her arms moaning as the muscles in her arms and legs loosened themselves up. Standing up, she stretched again to work the kinks out of her muscles. The pallet of cornshucks was not that comfortable but at least they could get a good night sleep. She rolled up the comforter inside the pallet and rolled it up against the wall. Turning around she picked up a poker and stabbed at the fire in the fireplace. The fire came to life and started to warm the room. Kim started to get dressed as her day would start soon enough. As more and more troops made their way through town on the way to Yorktown more officers showed up at Washington's headquarters. Her day was full serving the officers as they passed through.
Kim looked out the window. They were lucky to have one of the nicer cabins on the grounds of the Wythe house. A number of the other servants had grumbled that the young couple were "favorites" of Washington and didn't deserve their quarters. Washington overheard some of the grumbling and put a stop to it. Being ever the gentleman that he was, he didn't confront anyone but made sure a couple of them were nearby when he started a conversation with Zim Possible about what Kim and Ron had in Philadelphia. He made sure that a number of ears heard the story of the beatings and torture that the two endured. He also made sure the same ears heard the story of how the couple defeated one of the most notorious officers serving in the British army in the Americas. The name Tarleton was still hissed when mentioned and it was well known that he was nearby. After the story got out, the grumbling stopped and there was a mutual respect for the couple. Kim and Ron found themselves recipients of several favors from a number of the merchants in Williamsburg. Kim was surprised when some of the upper-class women of Williamsburg who normally would not give a servant a second glance, would give a simple curtsey to her. Ron, was quickly a favorite at the coffeehouse, many of the important politicians , and officers would not allow anyone else but Ron to serve them.
Kim finished getting dressed and pulled her hair back into her trademark ponytail. She wrapped her cloak around her shoulders and made her way out of the door. There was a light covering of snow on the ground and paths. The gardens were pretty much empty except for a few cold weather vegatables pushing up through the thin crust of snow. She knocked at the door to the kitchen and then opened the door. Stepping up into the room, she pulled the hood of her cloak off her head. The smell of simmering meat and other delicacies came to her nose. Belle was working on finishing up breakfast and had already started on the afternoon meal. Kim had learned that in this time period there was a light to medium breakfast with a big meal about mid afternoon. The other meal in the evening would be light or heavy depending on what the person wanted, but the main meal of the day was in the afternoon. Belle nodded to a couple of pewter plates sitting on a squat table.
"Grab one the them plates Kim. You'll need to eat a hearty breakfast. The General is having a luncheon of most of his officers and wanted you to help serve. You'll need to be around to help me and to help serve so you might not get much of a chance to eat a lot later."
Kim nodded.
"Thanks, Belle."
Kim picked up a plate and spooned a double helping of oatmeal onto the plate and covered it with some molasses. She passed up the scrapple and went for some cold ham that had been left over from the meal the evening before. She and Ron had enjoyed the scrapple dish in the days before until Ron found out that the dish actually was. After that both of them vowed never to eat that particular dish again. They had eaten a lot of weird things in their travels but that one was tops on their list to avoid. Sitting down on a stool Kim poured a mug of cider from a pitcher on the window sill. She quietly ate and sipped at her cider as she waited for Belle to finish her preparations for breakfast for the main house. When it was time Kim along with one of the other servants would take the food into the house and serve it to Washington and his officers. After eating, Kim rinsed off her plate and finished her mug of cider. Belle nodded to a large tray already covered by a cloth.
"Go ahead and take that one into the house. I'll get Malachi to get the rest."
Kim nodded. Malachi was one of the slaves owned by the Wythe family. That was something else the two of them had to get used to. While the country was fighting to be free from England on the basis of all men were created equal there was still slavery in Williamsburg. Kim did know that the house slaves were treated a lot better than those in the fields. To be a house slave was considered to be the best of all and only the best got those jobs. Most of the house slaves had been with the family for years. While Kim was a servant, she could leave if she wanted to. The slaves could not. Kim noted there were a number of indentured servants in Williamsburg. These were people who basically signed away their freedom to go to work with someone. That person would normally train the servant in a trader in return for their labor. Terms of indenture could last for years and during that time they were almost the property of the persons they worked for.
Kim picked up the tray after putting her hood and cloak on again. Belle opened the door of the kitchen and stuck her hand in a canvas bag that hung by the door. The dogs smelled the food as Kim came out the door and gathered around her barking. Belle pulled her hand out of the bag and threw a handfull of fried cornbread balls out into the snow.
"Hush puppy. Now you leave Kim alone."
Kim walked past the snacking dogs and up the stairs to the back of the house. Malachi was waiting for her and open the door.
"Morning Miss Kim."
Kim smiled at the elder black man.
"Good morning Malachi, how are you this morning."
Malachi smiled broadly.
"Oh we are doing just fine this morning. The General said he'd be down in just a few minutes. The missus in there in the dining room waiting for you. I'll go gets the rest of the General and Master Wythes breakfast."
Malachi shooed Kim in the door then went out heading for the kitchen. Kim carried the tray through the back hall into the dining room. Malachi's wife Grace was standing there and took the tray from her.
"Now you go put your cloak up and let be get this set up. Warm yourself by the fire, it's was wonder a little thing like you don't just blow away in this cold. I got's to see if I can get some meat on those bones of yours."
Kim giggled as she put her cloak in a cabinet in the back of the house. The large black woman had taken Kim under her wing and trained her in the nuances in serving in the house. Although they had only known each other a few days both had made a quick friendship. Grace made Kim sit down and eat at every opportunity telling her she was too small and needed "meat on her bones". Stepping back into the dining room Kim helped Grace place the food on the table.
Shego settled back into the warm bed she currently was lying in. Tarleton had immediately ordered for a carriage to be brought forward and she and Drakken were placed in it. The ride into Yorktown had been quick and they were taken to the home of a prominent family loyal to England. There they were treated to clean clothes, a warm meal and a warm bed. Later the next day, Shego had made up a great story about how the rebel families in the area had made life hard for them and they had to leave. Overtime all of their wealth had been taken from them and they had escaped with only the clothes on their backs. They had heard that he was with Cornwallis and had made their way toward Yorktown in hopes of protection and a way back to England.
Now, they were guests of the house. Tarleton spent time in Yorktown as well as across the bay in where he was trying to hold the area in case Cornwallis needed to retreat. Not that that would be necessary because the rabble rebel army with their feeble French allies would never be able to overcome the best of the British army. Shego and Drakken kept to themselves that that very fact would come to be true.
They were to be having dinner with Tarleton and Cornwallis later that day. This would be the perfect opportunity for her to lay on the charm and Drakken to keep his mouth shut. If all went well they would be able to grab the pay chest and get out of there before the city was surrendered. They knew what was coming and used some of the money they had stolen on the way to rent a house in an area that would be somewhat sheltered from the shelling that was to come. She had already made a couple of late night missions to scout the best areas along the cliffs facing the water. Later, she knew that several residents would gather there and dig shelters in the clay of the cliffs to get away from the shelling. Shego knew that a shell fired by a cannon and landed at the end of ballistic arc would not care one bit that they were time travelers and not people belonging to the time. They would be dead from the explosion.
Another thought came to Shego's mind that rained on her party. The princess and the buffoon would not be too far away. Where they could be she didn't know but they would have to be close. Williamsburg was the nearest settlement and the headquarters of Washington's army. Maybe she could slip out of the lines and do a little spying on her own just as a precaution. They would not need the two brats to drop in at the last moment. Of course she could always mention that she had heard of a certain couple to a certain British Calvary officer. She had no doubt that if Tarleton found out that Kim and Ron were anywhere nearby that he would go after them with a vengeance. Why do something dangerous when you could get someone else to do it for you? Shego wished she had been around when the British had beaten the living daylights out of the two of them and nearly hung them. The thought of seeing Kim swinging from the end of a rope brought a warm feeling to her heart. Too bad that little party had been interrupted.
She would take it easy for a few days and work her way into the good graces of the General and his staff. Then later she would take a little trip herself out of the lines and see just what she could find out. She didn't care about the army about to blow the little hamlet off the map. She had no intention in changing history. However, as before if she could use history to remove those two pains in the kiester, then she would have a good day.
Ron rolled the barrel of ale over to the side of the basement so that he could roll the 'other' barrel through the door and into the basement room. There were two 'other' barrels sitting on the ground outside the door. These barrel had been delivered earlier that morning by an associate of Mr. Carleton. Ron had no doubt what was in those barrels. They were from Mount Vernon and the personal property of General Washington himself. Only those with the proper knowledge of their existence would be able to consume the contents which just happened to be some of the best whiskey in the colonies. He rolled both barrels into the basement and placed them right where Mr. Carleton had told him to. Later, Mr. Carleton would come down and place spigots in the barrels so the contents could be drained when needed.
Ron went up the stairs into the coffeehouse. The rest of the staff were getting the rooms ready for business. A voice called out from the office in the rear.
"Ronald my boy, please come here."
Ron stepped into the back room.
"Yes sir?"
Mr. Carleton rubbed his eyes while talking.
"Mr. Jefferson is going to have a small meeting and party in the main room later this morning. He has specifically asked that you serve them. Do you think you can handle it?"
Ron swallowed. The reference to Mr. Jefferson could only be one person. That would be the former governor of Virginia, the writer of the Declaration of Independence, and a future President of the United States. Thomas Jefferson was one of the most important men in town and he had asked for Ron personally. If he was having a meeting there then the others would equally important. He nodded.
"Yes sir, I can do it. Do have any idea who the other guests will be?"
Mr. Carleton sat back in his chair.
"I think the Marquis will be there, Col. Possible, Mr. Wythe, Mr. Randolph, Mr. Henry and a few others. I don't have to tell you that the meeting is fairly important."
Mr. Carleton raised his eyebrows as he emphasized the word important. Ron swallowed again. That was why he had been asked to serve them. They didn't trust anyone else but him to hear what was going to be said. Ron nodded a final time.
"I'll take care of them."
Mr. Carleton smiled.
"I knew that I could count on you. Now, why don't you get the room ready for the meeting? I am sure everyone will be arriving soon."
Ron stepped into the main room and started to rearrange the room for the meeting. He had just finished when the door to the room opened and a tall redheaded man stepped into the room.
"Ah, Ronald my boy. Good to see you. I am glad that you will be serving us today."
Ron bowed to the man who would soon be President of the United States.
"I am glad to be of service Mr. Jefferson."
Jefferson smiled.
"Ronald my boy, when it is just the two of us please make it Thomas."
Ron paused for a moment. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought called this gentleman by his first name would be wrong in so many ways. Besides, Kim would give him a thirty minute lecture on proper decorum if he ever did.
"How about Mr. J? Someone would break every bone in my body if I called the writer of the declaration by his first name."
Jefferson laughed heartily.
"and I take it that that someone might be a particular red-headed lass who works in the General's headquarters?"
Ron blushed. While the two of them had tried to make great strides in staying out of the way of history, this sitch had dropped them into the middle of a group of people that history would remember and honor of ages to come. Now they had icons of history calling them by their first names. It could be a little heady at times.
"Yes sir. That would be the person."
Jefferson laughed again.
"My friends should be arriving soon. Why don't you start us off with some of that fine ale of Mr. Carleton's?"
Ron turned to the small serving area.
"Yes sir, how many will there be?"
Jefferson thought for a moment.
"I believe about nine have said they would be here. If any others show up you can ask them what they would like."
Ron started to fill the tankards with ale and placed them on the table he had set up. The door to the room opened and Zim Possible walked in the door with another officer who appeared barely much older than he was. Zim smiled at Ron.
"Ahhh Ronald good to see you. I would like to introduce the best friend America has ever had. Ron, this is the Marquis de Lafayette. General Lafayette, this is Ronald, the young gentleman that General Washington and I have spoken of. You have know his wife from headquarters."
The young man stepped quickly forward and embraced Ron before kissing him on both cheeks.
"Ahh to finally meet the young man who has served his country so well. This is truly an honor and a pleasure. You have a truly lovely wife, I know that you treasure her greatly."
Ron fought to maintain his composure. He was definitely not used to being kissed by a man. However, he knew that this was a custom of the French and of that time. He smiled and bowed to the young man.
"Sir, it is an honor to meet you. Kim has spoken of meeting you."
Before Lafayette could say anything else the door opened again and two more men walked into the room. Ron recognized them as two of the prominent men in Williamsburg. They where Mr. Randolph and Mr. Wythe. A third figure appeared in the door. Ron recognized him also as the firey orartor that spoke the famous words. "Give me liberty or give me death."
The men quickly gathered around the table. Ron started to place the tankards of ale in front of each man. Two more men that he didn't recognize came into the room and sat down. As they began to speak the conversation went to the business of the war and finances. It made Ron's head hurt to trying to balance his check book back home much less understand what they were talking about. He mainly stayed in his little space in the corner of the room and would step and wait on anyone who might need anything. It was getting on toward mid-day when Jefferson motioned for Ron to come over. When Ron arrived at his side Jefferson motioned for him to bend down.
"Ronald, would you please step outside and up the street to Christiana Campbell's. Ask Mrs. Campbell to fix send over the meal that I ordered yesterday. It looks like our meeting will last most of the day and I think we would like something to eat. She knows about it, just ask her to deliver it here."
Ron nodded and stepped out the door onto the porch. Two soldiers were standing on each side of the door guarding it. They simply nodded to him as he passed. He recognized them as some of the guards from the headquarters. Ron placed his tricorn hat on his head and stepped out into the street. The day had warmed and the light snow that had been on the ground have melted. He made his way around the Capital building and up the street to the Christiana Campbell's tavern. He made his way up the steps and into the door. Mrs. Campbell waved to him as he came in the door.
"Well Ronald, what brings you here this time of the day?"
Ron took off his hat.
"Mr. Jefferson would like you to send over the meal he had ordered to the coffeehouse. The meeting is taking longer than expected."
Mrs. Campbell smiled.
"Ahhh yes, everything is already ready. You can help Joshua carry it over there."
Mrs. Campbell called to the back of the building and soon two men came out carrying large baskets covered by linen towels. One of the men handed Ron his basket and returned to the rear of the tavern. Ron nodded to the other man and they walked back out the door toward the coffeehouse.
Tarleton sat back on his horse. It was dangerous meeting out from the lines like this but it was necessary to get the information. The French and the rebels were building up quite an army on this side of the river. It would not be long before the siege guns would be on the way. The spy would be able to tell him what some of the units were as well as what was going on in Washington's headquarters. This spy was well placed and was reporting on what was going on. Tarleton turned at the snap of a twig. A figure stepped out from the trees. Tarleton's eyes grew hard. This was not the person he was expecting. The figure stayed within the darkness of the trees.
"I have the information that you wanted."
Tarleton climbed down from his horse.
"Where is...?"
The figure interrupted him.
"Let us say that your source was detained and could not get free to come. However, they were able to stay close to the headquarters. There was a special meeting at the coffeehouse this morning. The Marquis, Col. Possible, Mr. Jefferson and a number of other well placed people were there. We think that the Americans are looking to obtaining some financing."
Tarleton turned thoughtful.
"Were you able to place our people in the coffeehouse and at Washington's headquarters?"
The figure shook it's head.
"No, we almost had someone in those places but a new couple came into town. They apparently were known to Washington and his staff. The girl was given a place inside the headquarters. She has complete access to all the rooms. The boy took the job we were hoping to get in the coffeehouse. When the meeting occurred at the coffeehouse today Mr. Jefferson and Col. Possible asked that he and he only be the person in the room to serve the members of the meeting."
Tarleton snarled.
"Blast, I thought you said you had those jobs ready for your people. Now what are we going to do. Just who are these two anyway?"
The figure shrugged it's shoulders.
"No one knows where they came from. But the story is that you should know them. They acted as spies in Philadelphia, that you caught them and they were able to escape. Washington and Col. Possible were supposed to have sent them to the Ohio country but now they just showed up in town. General Washington immediately hired the girl to be on the house staff at the headquarters and the boy was hired at the coffeehouse."
Tarleton's face turned white when the figure mentioned Philadelphia. The two faces were burned in his memory. The pain came back. It still was difficult to sit at times. He made a solemn vow that he would avenge himself on those two if it was the last thing he ever did. He thought that they had escaped his wrath. Now they were so close he could taste it. The girl with the red hair and the blonde headed boy. He had to find a way to get to them. It would not be easy. They had to know that he was in the area and he was the last person that they would want to run into. However, if they could somehow be drawn out of town, then possibly he could grab them. It would be his pleasure to question them this time. He took a couple of steps toward the figure his gaze fixed on the stealthy figure in the dark.
"Listen closely. I want the two of them. I don't care how you get them or how you get them out of town. Even if they really don't know anything when we question them we can still use them as an example. Just think of the terror it would bring if we where able to grab the two of them out of the town and execute them in full view of everyone. Yes, this is something we have to do."
The figure frowned in the dark.
"Shouldn't we concentrate on finding out what is going on in Washington's headquarters? I mean if you try and grab the two of them and they get free then Washington will be even more careful. If we are able to get them Washington is liable to do anything to get them back. Also, while we are working so hard to capture them we will not be able to keep up with going on in the headquarters? General Cornwallis wants all the information he can get."
Tarleton snarled at the figure.
"You just do as you are told. I'll take care of the General. Now GO! Find out what you can, but find a way to get those two."
The figure trembled as it disappeared into the darkness. Tarleton whirled and leapt upon his horse. Those children would pay for what they did to him, the hell with what Cornwallis wanted, his honor was more important.
Shego carefully gathered the hem of her dress in her hands as she climbed the steps into Conwallis's headquarters. Drakken was just behind her trying not to trip over his own feet with those heavy shoes he was wearing. The fact that he was wearing knee britches and hose along with a frilly shirt and a wig he was quite a sight to see. Shego did think he looked quite dashing in the outfit. They did have some explaining to do, like why his skin was blue. This was explained by telling everyone that when the patriot troops drove them out of town they threw him into a vat of dye at a local millinery. While she turned her skin color back normal by turning off her powers. They thought that would be best thing to do. Green skin would be a lot harder to explain than blue. The door opened to the house and Tarleton stepped up into the door to take her hand.
"Good evening Lady Go. We are delighted that you and Squire Lipsky could join us this evening. General Cornwallis is looking forward to dining with you."
Shego smiled at that young officer. There was no doubt he was a handsome devil especially in his full uniform. But business was business and he was just a pawn. However, pawns could be fun to play with. She allowed him to guide her into the dining room. Drakken kept his mouth shut and followed behind the couple. Deep under his tunic was a scanning device that was searching the area for any large amounts of gold. If the gold was in town it was most likely to be in the headquarters building itself. They entered the dining room to see a regally dressed officer sitting at the head of the table. He stood when they entered the room. Tarleton led them over to the officer and snapped to attention.
"Lady Go, Squire Lipsky I present Earl Cornwallis, general of the British army. Sir, may I present the Lady Go and Squire Lipsky, friends of the Crown."
Cornwallis nodded the Tarleton and motioned for Shego and Drakken to take a seat. Tarleton pulled Shego's seat out for here and held it until she was seated. Drakken took his seat followed by Tarleton. Servants came into the room and started to serve the meal. Cornwallis turned to his guests.
"Lady Go, Squire Lipsky, I hear that you had a difficult time reaching us."
Shego held her breath and Drakken began to speak. They had already practiced their story and she hoped that he would not goof it up. Drakken nodded.
"Indeed sir. The rabble ran us out of town after throwing me into the dye vat. Lady Go was able to obtain some of our money before they stole it all. We had to travel at night and hide during the day. We heard you were coming this way and started to make our way here. We learned a great deal on the way. While some of things things were not what a proper lady or gentleman should know but these things kept us alive and well."
Cornwallis nodded.
"Very good for you sir. It is nice to see those loyal to the King standing up to these peasants. We shall teach them a proper lesson soon. Sir Clinton will be sending troops any day now and then we shall crush their army once and for all and end this rebellion."
Shego bit her lip. She had never met anyone so arrogant or so out of tune with reality. Check that, that GJ jerk that always got under Kimmie's skin was in this guys league. She coughed slightly and spoke as demurely as possible.
"But General, aren't you worried now that the French have join with the Americans?"
Cornwallis grunted.
"The FRENCH? That rabble actually think the French will make a difference? I'll tell you Lady Go, they will not be a problem."
Tarleton spoke up.
"Oh General, I heard some interesting news from one of our spies. I think that Lady Go and Squire Lipsky will be very interested in this news."
Cornwallis motioned for Tarleton to continue. Tarleton smiled as he looked across at Shego.
"Lady Go, do you remember a certain young red-headed girl that you met in Philadelphia?"
Shego mind quickly latched onto the facts in the report that Kim and Ron had made on their meeting with Lady Go. The real Lady Go and Squire Lipsky would be more that ready to hear any news of the red-headed girl and the blonde with her. She slammed her fork down and hissed.
"You have news of that little wench? I thought she and that boy were in the Ohio country?"
Tarleton smiled.
"Quite so. That is what I had heard also. However, one of our spies who was supposed to place a couple of our agents into the headquarters of General Washington and into one of the popular eating places in Williamsburg told me recently that those position had been taken by a certain red-headed girl and a blonde headed young man. Apparently the two were given a hero's welcome by none other than the General himself. He had the girl attached to his headquarters and the boy was given the job in the local eatery."
Shego's heart sang. So now they know that the princess and the buffoon were here and close by. A quick glance over to Drakken confirmed he was thinking the same thing. Drakken set his glass done slowly.
"Pray tell me what you plan Col. Tarleton?"
Tarleton swirled his mug around as he smiled evilly.
"I plan to lure one or the other out of town and take them. The other is sure to follow and then we will have both of them. At that time I plan to make them my guests for a second time and I personally plan to ask them some interesting questions. After we are through with the questions, I plan to execute the in full view of the rabble surrounding us."
Shego and Drakken shared a glance.
"Is there a way that we could be of assistance?"
Shego slithered through the darkness on the outskirts of Williamsburg. It had been easy to get out of Yorktown. The soldiers on guard were more interested in watching for someone trying to get in than someone trying to get out. They were also more interested in staying warm than trying to keep a close watch. Still, it would be tricky trying to get back in town. Those rifle way have not been really accurate or fire that fast but they still could put a pretty big hole in you if you got hit. And while the soldiers may be lazy on occasion they still were the best in the world at the time. Some had faced battle before when both sides stood shoulder to shoulder only about 50 yards away from each other and shoot at each other. That took guts in Shego's book. Guts or stupidity, depending on if you lived or not.
She had acquired a good map of Williamsburg and studied it carefully. Now she approached Williamsburg from the southeast as there were fewer buildings and homes in that area. The area was crawling with troops, both French and American. There were also some pretty big cannons coming into the area. When those things opened up on Yorktown, it would be very uncomfortable to be in that town.
Shego pulled her cloak close around her as she made her way up the main street. The windows of a church were lit from the inside. There was music and singing coming from inside. She quickly passed by and turned left on the far side of a open meadow area. At the end of the street was a very large building. Shego knew that this was the former Governor's Palace but was now used as a hospital. The building she was the most interested in was the first building on the left on the far side of the open area. This would be the home where Washington was. Just as she stopped to get a good look a couple ran by. The man threw a snowball at the lady as she ran by. The snowball landed with a splat right on her butt. Shego almost applauded a perfect shot. The lady turned to face her attacker and the hood of her cloak fell off her head. Shego almost gasped out loud. The auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail shined in the light of the torches that lined parts of the street.
"RON! Oh you are going to pay for that."
Ron jogged past the very surprised Shego.
"Awww come on KP that was just pay back."
Kim giggled as she grabbed him by the lapels of his coat and pulled him close. She purred up at him.
"If I am such a bad girl maybe you need to spank me?"
Ron glanced around as he pulled her close.
"Don't give me any ideas. Why don't we head inside? Both of us have to get up early."
Kim nodded and cuddled up close to him. Neither one of them noticed the figure watching them from the shadows of the trees. Shego watched from a distance as Kim and Ron walked up to a gate in the fence around the building that she knew held Washington's headquarters. A guard appeared to recognize the couple and allowed them through the gate. Kim and Ron made their way down to the far end of the line of homes and entered the last one. Shego moved to the further down the street where she could better see the building they had entered. She watched as a feeble light shown through the window. It was as if a candle had been lit.
Shego gathered her thoughts. So the princess and the buffoon were really already here and were in good with Washington. This could be good or bad depending on how she could work it. She would have to stick around for a day or so and watch. The assistance they had offer Tarleton was what she was doing. They told Tarleton that during their time making their way to Yorktown that Shego had discovered she had a talent for sneaking around. She also has a talent for fooling people or paying them off. She had offered her services to sneak into town and contact the spies. Tarleton and Cornwallis argued against it at first but when Shego told them that this would be part of her revenge against the company they agreed. Now she had to make her way to the outskirts of town to the shack where she would meet her contact. She would have another chance to get rid of the little princess and her boyfriend too. The thought of seeing the two of them in shackles being beat senseless made Shego smile an evil smile.
Howdy everyone. I hope that you have enjoyed this installment of "Future". I have really enjoyed working on this chapter as this in one of my favorite times in history and also one of my favorite places to visit. Williamsburg is a living history town, where you can walk the same streets that Washington walked and go into the same buildings he did. This section of town has been restored to it's Colonial splendor. The buildings mentioned in the story actually exist and were used for the purposed mentioned. I hope that someday that some of you might be able to visit Williamsburg.
The story is progressing with Shego and Drakken now in Yorktown. Tarleton now knows about Kim and Ron and that is not good. Stay tuned for the next chapter. Hopefully it will come faster than this one.
This is the Captain
Right hand salute
Roger and out.