What is to Come
By: Ridley C. James & Tidia
A/N: Thank you to all those who take the time to review!
SPN&thebrotherhood&SPN
"There's no vocabulary for love within a family, love that's lived in but not looked at, love within the light of which all else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent."
-T.S. Eliot
Sam was sleeping, but came alert with the soft click of the door and the tippy toe footsteps across the wood floor. Their flight to New York had landed early, at nearly four in the morning. Joshua was taking a later flight, leaving Sam alone with his eerily quiet nephew and Max. Sam suspected Joshua and Ben instructed them not to 'overwhelm' Sam. They had erred on the extreme side of caution.
He had been surprised when the taxi dropped them at Caleb's old building in Greenwich Village, but neither boy offered an insight as they entered the much lived-in townhouse, which was a blaring contrast from when Caleb lived there. Gone were the boxes of someone in transition, the decorations showed permanence.
Sam hadn't expected to get much sleep after JT led him to James's room. The realization he had indeed succumbed to his weariness had him rising with a start, afraid of what surprise lay in store for him now.
A tall, willowy, girl with long dark hair was beside the bed unbuttoning her shirt. A few buttons and she decided to pull it off, leaving her in a lace bra and jeans. He could see she had a mark of a coven above the band of her low riding jeans. She was a witch. She smiled at him.
"Good morning."
Sam cleared his throat. "Good morning."
"We don't have much time, and we need to be quiet. Okay?" She didn't give Sam a chance to respond, climbing onto the bed with him where swift fingers began tugging at his t-shirt. She slung a jean-clad leg over his hips, pinning him to the mattress, her hands on his abs. As much as his body was enjoying the attention, he did not know this girl, but she apparently knew James. Sam couldn't take advantage of this situation or her.
He grabbed her arms, "Wait, slow down."
"That's new." She laughed, eyebrow arching up. "If it's Max you're worried about, I'm guessing he's out for his run, or he didn't come home last night. Mary will make sure and give us the usual signal if he shows up."
"Mary is here?" Sam remembered being told he had a daughter. He hadn't expected to meet her. He held his assailant's arms. "Where?"
"In the kitchen with her nose in a book. She's fine."
There was a sharp whistle, then a quick rap on the door. JT entered, his eyes meeting Sam's before giving a shake of his head. He bent down to pick up the girl's shirt in a swoop, handing it out as he covered his face. "Put it on, Josie."
"JT, what are you doing?" She looked over her shoulder, still engaged with Sam, dismissing the interruption. "Didn't Mary tell you…?"
"I told him." Another girl entered the room on JT's heels. She was clutching a book to her chest. She looked to be the same age as James's friend, her blonde hair shorter and a tumble of curls around her face. Sam's heart pounded in his chest as her dark eyes rested on him. "Sorry, guys."
"You suck, JT." The dark haired girl rolled off of Sam, falling onto the mattress beside him.
"Your father's here," JT announced.
Father? Sam thought for a moment, his gaze going to the brunette. Despite the dark hair, he could see the resemblance. This was Joshua's daughter. He scooted away, bringing the sheet up to him.
"In the city?" She sat up taking the shirt from JT. She pulled it over her head, then buttoned it more than it had been buttoned before she walked in. "Why is he here?"
"Business," JT replied curtly. "Why don't you and Mary wait for us in the kitchen? I went out for food. Max and Joshua will be here soon and we can all sit down and have breakfast together."
"We have early classes," Mary said. Sam didn't miss the pointed look she gave her friend. "No time to catch up today. Maybe over the weekend. Brunch at Sawyer's."
"We'll just take a bagel and some juice on our way out," Josie added. She grabbed Mary's hand, sending Sam a quick grin over her shoulder. She blew him a kiss as she walked out the door.
JT closed the door and rested against it. "That was close." He looked at Sam, giving a heavy sigh. "Josie and Jimmy are having a secret relationship-ever since Grandpa Mac died."
Sam brought his legs over the side of the bed, searching for his jeans. Dean's son and Joshua's daughter were having an affair. Sam felt bad for his brother. "Secret from whom?"
"Everybody." JT ran a hand through his hair. "Including Max."
"That can't be good for you." Sam found his clothes, or James's clothes, just where he'd discarded them the night before. Secrets never worked, especially in close knit groups that depended on each other for survival. His Triad had learned that the hard way.
"You have no idea." JT pushed away from the door.
"I think I'd rather not know." Sam erased the images from his thoughts and finished dressing. Joshua was right. Knowing too many details about the future could warp a person's mind.
"Join the club." JT brought Sam his shoes, taking a seat beside him on the bed. "It'll end in bloodshed, with Max and Jimmy it always does."
"But, Mary, my daughter-that was her?" Sam had been overwhelmed by the previous day's events, but meeting his daughter in a roundabout way was mind-numbing. He couldn't process it, yet he wished he'd gotten a chance to talk to her. "She's beautiful."
"Yeah. Her and Josie go to Vassar. It's their first year. Don't let Josie give you the wrong impression. She can seem a little wild, but they're smart girls, with good heads on their shoulders. Dad gives them the 'anyone can be chopped up and thrown in a dumpster' speech regularly. Micah keeps a security detail close by."
Sam nodded as he slipped on the Italian loafers, happy his daughter was well looked after. "Does she like school?"
"She loves it." JT nodded. "She's an English Lit major."
Sam stood slowly, unsure how steady his legs would be. "The girls aren't involved in The Brotherhood?" Sam understood Dean's sons being brought up in the hunting world, but he felt a sudden urgency his own child not be exposed, especially now that she had been made real to him by their albeit impromptu and embarrassing meeting.
"Josie has aspirations to govern the coven, so the more distance she seemingly puts between herself and The Brotherhood, the better."
"And Mary?"
"Mary really likes research. She's been helping Carolyn with Geek Squad stuff since she was in high school."
"Great." Sam rubbed a hand through his hair. "At least she's not a witch."
"Actually…" JT gestured to the door. "How about we eat without Josh and Max. Talking about breakfast has me starving."
Sam glanced at his reflection in the dresser mirror. He ran a hand through his hair, not used to the shorter style. "He looks like me."
JT snorted. "And he uses that to his advantage."
Sam followed after his nephew down the hall into the open kitchen. "What does that mean?"
"It means my brother can be devious when it comes to getting what he wants."
"Winchesters are determined."
"We're definitely stubborn."
"What about Mary's mom? My wife?" Sam was afraid to ask, but having been robbed of a relationship with his own mother, it seemed extremely important he know his daughter had not suffered the same fate.
"She lives in Europe." JT grabbed a couple of bags from the counter, bringing them over to the island. He placed them next to the toaster. "Have a seat."
"I guess divorced is better than dead." The look on his face must have tipped his nephew to the irrational disappointment he was feeling.
"It's not a big deal. I mean Mary's cool with it. It's all she's ever known and besides, she has you." JT unpacked the food, dropping a sliced bagel into the toaster.
"So we're close?" Sam took one of the stools, picking up the worn leather book discarded on the counter. It was the one Mary had been holding when she burst into the bedroom, Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen. Sam hoped she didn't need it for class. A faded receipt from Magnolia's bakery marked a spot near the end.
"You're a great dad, Uncle Sam." JT put a steaming cup of coffee in front of him, along with a bottle of water. He went back to the bagel.
"That's hard to believe. All of this is hard to believe." Sam put the book down, glancing around the space. The appliances were all different, everything stainless steel, and modern. Some of the appliances Sam didn't recognize. Caleb never used the kitchen, but this one could have belonged to a celebrity chef.
"I'm sure." JT placed the bagel in front of him. He had made it just the way Sam liked, extra crispy with peanut butter. "I just hope Dad's buying into whatever story Jimmy's come up with."
Sam was surprised when his stomach growled at the smell of the warm bread. He took a bite, taking a moment to chew before replying to JT's concerns. "You know you're dad."
"That's what worries me." JT turned for his own bagel and glass of milk. He took the stool across from Sam. "Shoot first, ask questions later."
Sam smiled. JT did know his dad. "He's good at reading people. As long as James is on the up and up, they'll figure it out."
"Dad would never admit it, but James is his favorite. Like I said my brother knows how to manipulate things in his favor."
"So James is the baby?" Sam took another bite, studying JT. If his brother was any indication, it was programmed in older siblings to believe they had it harder. Sam knew better.
"Yeah." JT swallowed. "By a couple of years."
"But you're taller." JT laughed in response, Sam knew his brother was thrilled the older brother rightfully got the extra height. Sam licked the peanut butter that had oozed to his fingers. "Being the youngest doesn't automatically make you the favored son. I think it's the other way around."
JT snorted, reminding Sam so much of Dean it hurt. "You would say that wouldn't you."
"Hey. You can't believe everything your dad has told you." Sam took the last bite of one half of his bagel.
"What about Uncle Caleb? He's more about sharing the stories." JT grinned. "He has lots of them."
"Caleb is biased. He's conditioned to take Dean's side." Sam started on the other half of his breakfast.
"That's what you always say. Jimmy accuses Max of the same thing-a Guardian and Knight unholy alliance." JT took a drink of his milk, wiping his mouth with the back of his left hand. "Besides, James being Dad's favorite has nothing to do with him being the youngest."
"No?" The ring his nephew was wearing caught his eye. At first he thought it might be a class ring, but then Sam saw the insignia.
"It's because James reminds him of you." JT chewed slowly. "Like you said, he looks like you."
"What?" Sam glanced up, surprised.
"Yeah. Jimmy inherited what we call the 'Sammy stare'. It's like Dad's kryptonite."
Sam shook his head. It was no stretch of the imagination to figure out who had coined that term- Caleb. "If that ring your wearing is for real, there is no doubt in my mind Dean has more than one favorite."
JT looked down at his left ring finger, running his thumb over the ruby red B, standing out in sharp contrast against the sapphire and diamond studded background. "Dad and Ben bond over cars, but baseball has always been our thing."
"Is that a World Series ring?" Sam did not hide the awe.
JT nodded. "Dad put a bat in my hand before I could walk. I got drafted into the Minors my first year at LSU, a season there and I scored a major break. Playing for the Sox was a dream."
"Like father, like son." Sam took a drink of his coffee. Dean had been scouted in high school by LSU. In John Winchester's world there was no room for dreams to come true. "You still play?"
"No." JT looked down, moved the bagel around on his plate.
Sam did not know if it was because JT was missing his father or baseball. "Why not?"
"Because saving people is more important than baseball." JT lifted his right hand, the silver of his hunter's band catching the light. "This means more to me than a hundred World Championship rings."
Sam picked up his coffee. "I see baseball isn't the only thing you and Dean have in common."
"Dad didn't want me to quit, but in the end it was my decision. He's always been about choices. Being in The Brotherhood, being The Guardian, was my choice." JT shoved his plate away.
Sam wanted to believe his nephew. He hoped that Dean would have learned from their own lives, given his children a chance at something different. But knowing what was happening in their present, Sam couldn't help to wonder if it was all pre-ordained, destiny for their bloodlines to be cursed. He was surprised he went along with it in the future. "What about James, Ben and Max? Did they have choices?"
"Ben hunts when he needs to. He's always there to back us up, but we butt heads about The Triad. He thinks it's too dangerous."
"He's right." Sam put the remaining bagel down, pushing it away like JT.
JT brought his plate to the sink, as if he'd learned walking away from the particular point was easier. "Max owns a restaurant in Manhattan called Sawyer's. It's big with the Upper East Side crowd. Jimmy's still at NYU finishing up his MBA. He's an intern at Ames Industries and according to him, on his way to becoming CEO."
Sam ran a hand through his hair trying to find some level ground with his nephew, his connection to Dean. "Cullen finally got the heir he wanted."
"That's what Grandpa Mac always said." JT smiled.
"You three live here?" Sam looked around again, taking more in, like the pictures scattered about of family he did not know yet, and those he did.
"Caleb gave this place to Max when he graduated high school. Jimmy moved in when he started college. When I'm working here, I crash with them," JT replied while his eyes wandered around the room. A painting caught his attention.
"Is work something besides hunting?" Sam asked, satisfied it was Caleb's painting, and far from the dark ones he had seen before in this home.
"Photography." JT motioned to a black bag sitting on the far side of the counter. "I have a studio in North Carolina, but I also do freelance work for some of the magazines in the city."
"North Carolina?" It seemed an odd choice, but then Sam remembered Caleb's parent's home. "You live in Caleb's old beach house?"
"I love the water." JT returned to the kitchen island, wiping his hands on a towel. "Caleb said Isaac built the place for an artist, one should live there."
"Wow." Sam was impressed on how everything worked well in the future, except for Malachi Harris being a continuing thorn.
"Are you satisfied, Uncle Sam?" JT's brows were raised awaiting an answer.
"Satisfied?" Sam was caught off guard.
"You're all about balance, making sure we all kept hunting in perspective."
Sam wanted to groan. It sounded like him, reminiscent of Mac, too. "You know me really well."
JT leaned in. "James might be Dad's favorite, but I'm pretty sure I'm your favorite."
Sam shook his head. JT really did look like Dean. "Somehow, I can believe that."
They heard the door open downstairs, and Max came bounding up the stairs stopping short when he saw them in the kitchen. "What'd I miss?"
"Breakfast," JT replied, holding up the bag of bagels. "But I saved you some."
Max grimaced. "You know I would have cooked something better than bagels and peanut butter." He grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator. "Who serves cardboard and paste to guests?"
"That sucking up only works with Uncle Caleb and my dad," JT answered.
"A little fettuccini Bolognese and they are putty in my hands," Max said, picking one of the bagels from the bag and taking a bite without toasting it first. "The secret's in the sauce."
"What's the secret?" Sam asked out of curiosity.
"It's magic." Max did a slight of hand and the bagel disappeared.
"He's serious." JT handed Max the bagel back. Max rolled his eyes, taking another ferocious bite. "He used his crafting knowledge and added it to food. Cooking and unique pick-up schemes are the only time Max breaks out his bag of tricks."
"I don't need any help picking up women. That would be you who works around beautiful models light headed from starvation all day and never lands a date." Max bumped JT's shoulder. "Grandmother said using magic with my food was genius. She was right and my devoted customers agree."
"But, you're not a witch?" Max was reminiscent of Caleb with his playfulness, but Sam had caught a glimpse last night of the unyielding protective side it veiled, a Knight's true virtue.
Max cut his gaze to JT who gave a knowing smile. "I don't wear the brand of the coven if that's what you're worried about."
Sam had a feeling his prejudices about witches had carried over into his work as The Scholar, and JT wasn't the only one who seemed to know him well. He wanted to ask more, but a doorbell interrupted his chance. Max went to the wall, and brought up a screen which showed Joshua was waiting outside. Max pressed a button, Joshua disappeared from sight and could be heard coming up the stairs.
"I received a text from Malachi Harris," Joshua stated as he joined them. The mood became heavy once more, a reminder that his, Dean, Caleb lives in this time were hanging in the balance.
"What did it say?" Max and JT came around from behind the island.
Joshua placed his messenger bag on the counter beside Mary's book. "More of his typical taunting. We can't hide The Triad forever, nor can we sustain them unless the spell he cast is either completed or reversed by him."
"If he's offering to reverse it, he wants something impossible in return." Sam knew enough about the demon to understand the creature did nothing without an ulterior motive of self-promotion.
"He's willing to accept the position of Advisor in the future Triad."
"Over my dead body," Max growled.
"He's trying to shake you," Sam said to calm the future Knight. "Rattling your cage."
"It is most definitely his style," Joshua answered showing he dismissed the demon's comment. He looked to JT. "You need to call your brother."
JT gave a curt nod and excused himself to go into another room for privacy.
Joshua eyed his son, who seemed to understand he needed to disappear for awhile. Sam was mystified by the silent parental directive and seeing Joshua in this role.
"I'm going to get cleaned up." Max pulled the sweaty t-shirt away from his skin, turned to go the bathroom.
Joshua got a coffee cup from the counter, poured himself a cup and took a sip. "Max did not make the coffee." He grimaced.
Sam nodded his agreement, a chef, he would hope, would make a better cup of coffee. "What do you think Malachi is really after?"
"I think you're right in that he wants to reclaim something impossible-his past."
Sam could empathize with that to some level. Who didn't wish they could go back and right their greatest wrongs. "Why would he believe his Triad would welcome him even if he were able to bring them back? Samuel Colt killed him the first time around."
"Malachi claimed that was not the case when we confronted him in the past." Joshua looked over the coffee mug. "His story contradicted with the history we understood about Daniel Wilmington and Cole Tanner's demise."
"Demons lie."
"Yes, they do." Joshua exhaled sharply, but seemed to be stifling a yawn.
"You look tired." Sam wondered why Joshua was shouldering all the responsibility. "Where is the next Advisor?"
Joshua took another drink, then poured the rest down the drain. "Ryker, Adam's son, is still in the Army on his last tour. He's free in a few months."
"A soldier as an Advisor?" Sam had only known Missouri and Joshua, not counting their brief association with Benjamin Mosley, but it seemed an odd fit.
"He's also a talented crafter, and very loyal to The Brotherhood." Joshua placed the mug in the dishwasher after a quick rinse. "Most importantly, he's loyal to the boys."
"Are you retired from working?" Out of all them Joshua had attained what Sam wanted—balance in reality and the supernatural.
"Not quite, I maintain a few clients that you know- the painter Caleb Ames, my son's restaurant and JT's photography." Joshua eased into the seat next to Sam with a sigh. "But, that's not the question you want to ask me."
"How do we win against Lucifer?" Sam tapped his glass against the counter. "I need to know, Joshua. What happens to me?"
"I thought about whether to tell you or not." Joshua wiped his hands on his pants. "I decided not to- what you go through helps you become the man you become. It helps with all this." Joshua gestured. "We've marked time together— a lot has happened, births of all them, deaths too. I can't risk it. I can't risk what you've been to all of us. I've already taken too many chances."
"What do you mean?"
Joshua ran a hand through his hair. It was shorter than it was in the past. "I knew the spell was going to work the way that it did."
"What?" Sam gripped the counter to ground himself.
"I knew James would end up in the past, because I was there when it happened when he was trapped in your body." Joshua rubbed his forehead. "I didn't realize it at first of course. It had been over twenty years, I never knew James was Dean's son, but when Malachi showed up again and James suggested channeling the spirit of Samuel Colt it all fell into place for me. I realized what was about to happen and the part I must play in it."
"And you didn't warn JT, Max and James." Sam's trepidation grew as Joshua hesitated, his eyes growing brighter. "You lied to them. You risked Dean's son."
"I did what I had to." Joshua's eyes drifted to the bathroom door. "You should understand that."
"Why? Why wouldn't you tell them?" It was a lie of omission, but still.
"Because James is the one who kills Malachi." Joshua lowered his voice, glancing towards the hallway. "He saves Dean's life..."
Sam's head hurt. It was all so simple, yet so complex when the past and future intermingled.
"Now you understand why I couldn't stop them, why I had to play along. I had no idea what I might cause if I didn't. I was afraid I would change everything in the past, thus losing everything we have in the future."
Sam understood that Joshua had taken a huge risk, but was doing so to try to protect their own. They seemed to have all made a good life, and Sam knew he could not take that away from them, but he was scared about what he would be facing. Knowing he had to go through it still did not allay his fears. He wiped his hand across his forehead. It was too late to change things now. They had to move forward. "What now?"
"We pray that James figures it all out. That things work as they should here in the now with as little interference from me as possible. I have faith in our Triad and in theirs."
Sam nodded. He could accept this- for the benefit of the future. "You're son reminds me of Caleb."
"So everyone says." Joshua's mouth twitched, some of the stress and fatigue fading. "If I didn't know my wife so well…"
Sam smiled. This older Joshua's sense of humor was on par with the Joshua that Sam was getting to know in the present. "The boys seem close?"
"They are a traditional Triad. I envy the friendship, brotherhood, Max and JT share so much like Dean and Caleb, although my son does look like me." Joshua grinned with pride. "Our daughters are practically sisters, in fact Carolyn considers Mary like her daughter. . . You live nearby us in Louisville."
Sam did not mention he had met Joshua's daughter in a compromising position. He thought it was best to remain silent. "Sounds like we have a solid friendship. You'll tell me all that, but not about Lucifer?"
"You have all this to look forward to." Joshua patted Sam's shoulder. Sam could not recall anytime where Joshua had made physical contact with him. He tried to imagine them as friends, making the type of connection that weathered a lifetime, sharing the ups and downs of growing older. Sam had Dean, and a brother in Caleb, but it had been a long time since he had a friend.
Sam picked at his thumbnail- it was his habit though, not James's. "It's like they are the best of us-the possibility of what we could have been without the trauma. I see Dean in JT and Caleb in Max."
"And you in James." Joshua pointed to Sam in James's body. "He's extremely intelligent, curious and ambitious; all the things Jim Murphy praised you for. You'll get there, you'll see."
Joshua was trying to paint their present lives to strengthen Sam's resolve. It had the ring of a coach's rallying last quarter spiel, but did nothing to instill hope. Sam had a feeling he would say yes to Lucifer as much as he did not want to do so. He did not have any time to consider it further. JT burst back into the room gripping a small, thin phone in his hand.
"Their vitals are dropping. Ben says it doesn't look good. Maybe we should go back to the farm."
The bathroom door opened with JT's outburst. Max came out with a towel tied over his hips, his hair still wet. "Dude, take it easy."
"The Triad is dying! My family! I don't have the luxury of taking it easy."
Max fisted one hand at the side of his towel, his jaw clenching. Sam caught the moment of hesitation, the quick glance tainted with doubt he shot his father before his determination returned, and he focused completely on JT. "J, you said it yourself. Those spells get turned around for a reason. It's going to work out."
"Max, I don't even know if James is safe." JT shook his head. "My brother could be anywhere."
"You would know if Jimmy were in trouble."
"We're not the official Triad yet," JT lifted his hand with his hunter's band. "It doesn't work that way."
"I wasn't talking about the Triad connection." Max stepped forward, touching his friend's shoulder. "Jimmy knows you; he would try to get a message to you. We just need to know where to look."
Sam had watched so many similar desperate situations like this one play out in his time. Seeing it mirrored in Dean and Joshua's children gave him the little push Joshua had tried to impart with his attempt at a pep talk. He met his Advisor's gaze, and Joshua nodded. This was a future worth fighting for. Sam needed to stop feeling sorry for himself and start acting like The Scholar.
"What's something in the past that you would have in the present?" Sam asked, trying to think what he would do, what Mac would do. He saw The Vangelo peeking out from Joshua's messenger bag. Books were a constant theme between scholars. "The journals. Do you have the journals? My journals?"
"They're in his room," JT answered and immediately connected the dots, running into James's room. They all followed. "I should have thought of it right away."
Sam watched as his nephew went to one of the tall, overstuffed bookshelves in the corner. "You gave James all of Mac's journals after the funeral. You added your old ones because the ceremony was coming up." JT pulled a stack of volumes bringing them to the bed. He met Sam's gaze. "I think you were hoping it would take his mind off things."
"Nothing zones the geek out like Brotherhood history." Max took a pair of sweats from the bureau, stepping into them before discarding the towel. "Granddad taught James how to read with these stories. He's fanatic about details, loves recanting all the major stuff."
"If James thinks to make a change in one of them while in your time, it should show up in ours. The past reflects the future instantaneously," Joshua said. "It is only a matter of finding the right one."
Sam thought of his current journal tucked away in the bottom of his duffel. It was one he'd picked up off a Barnes & Nobles clearance table not long after he'd gone back on the road with Dean after Jess's death. At the time he never imagined his thoughts would be part of Brotherhood posterity. From the looks of it he became choosier about journals and more prolific after becoming The Scholar. Most of the tomes were leather bound, filled with his sweeping script. It didn't take long to spot the one he was looking for.
"This is the one from the time I came from." Sam flipped through the yellowed pages, searching for anything that didn't fit. The crude rendition of the dragon caught his eye immediately. Caleb might have drawn him dragons when he was a boy, but Sam was never a doodler. It was obvious his younger nephew was not an artist like his brother. The poorly sketched beast grinned at them from inside the back cover. "Here!"
JT, Max and Josh gathered around to read the small, neat print beneath the picture-'going to kill Malachi. I'm fine. Don't worry.'
"Jimmy." JT sighed, both hands going through his hair.
"Idiot." Max let out a laugh, punching JT's arm. "Told you so."
"Thank God," Joshua took the journal from Sam. "Caleb didn't kill the boy."
Sam wondered if Joshua was continuing to play his part, or was truly worried the past would not be played out the way he remembered.
"Way to show your faith, Dad." Max frowned at his father.
"I know your uncle."
"So what now?" JT looked at Sam.
Sam ran his fingers over the black ink, amazed that James had actually mimicked his thoughts. He could feel Max's and Joshua's gazes as well. They were all looking to him, The Scholar, for their next move. Sam would take a cue from his nephew and Triad. "I say we go to Cooperstown and find a way to kill Malachi Harris."
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