March 22, 2007
Lightning flashed in the dark still of the night. The wind whirled up and a blue sphere appeared in the center of the storm. A moment later a woman was noticed in the sphere. Citizens from the surrounding area came out to notice the spectacle. They stared, pointed gasped and even laughed. Well, she was naked. Quickly realizing her problem, she thought of a solution. Run.She took off in a run, running as fast as she could. She hid behind a small building, trying observe her surrounds. It took a moment for her to realize where she was. A man had watched her, he went to sneak up on her , she whirred around punching. He was knocked out cold. She stole his clothing and dressed herself in it. The outfit did not fit her at all. She had thought to herself bout stealing her own clothing. Then again in this time she was 21, in her body she was 41. Not a good match. Before Amy could attempt her mission, she needed shelter it was 2am. The man she knocked out, had a few credit cards and some cash on him. It was enough to supply her with an apartment room for a few days while she worked on her mission.
She had periodically checked on the Connors. She was walking back home and decided to detour into the cemetery. Her parents had been buried a few years now, plane crash. She had a brother still alive and her family. The cemetery was on Siemens Dr. That meant she was 2 blocks from home. Giving into temptation she walked the 2 blocks to her old street. Quiet as usual, everyone was at work. The children in school, no one was there to point out she didn't belong. She secretly wished the other her was home, she desperately wanted to see what she used to be, not what she had become. She wandered up to her old home and under the flowerpot was a spare key. Using it she opened the door. The house reeked of silence. Claire and Claira were both staying with her brother while she and Sam were in Iraq. She sighed believing she had made a mistake leaving them. Shrugging off the thought, she wandered through the house. In the kitchen, she remembered making ginger bread men for Christmas and how Claire and Claira loved decorating them. The living room was cosy, pictures everywhere. Amy closed her eyes, she could hear the announcer on the news. "War on Terror, tonight, we look at some f the destruction inside Afghanistan. Civilians are brutally murdered in the streets. U.S. Marine Corp has requested additional troops to deal with the chaos here."Amy opened her eyes and turned out of the room. She went upstairs to the master bedroom, flipping through her closet she found some of her mother's old clothing. Laying it out on the bed she went to take a shower and changed her clothing. Tossing the man's outfit into the trash, she took a last look at her house. Amy had had enough, she turned to leave. Before she reached the door, it opened suddenly.
A figure walked in the door. A tall, redhead about 20 walked in the room. She was somewhat distressed that the house was open. Amy noticed she wore a Marine uniform."Oh God, It's me!" Amy cried out in her thoughts. Slowly she backed away after ducking behind the couch. The other Amy looked around and went into the kitchen. Amy panicked but thankfully they were alone. Amy controlled her breathing and stepped to the slid door to the backyard. She unlocked it and started to slip it open. The footsteps coming from the kitchen got closer. Abandoning all chance of escape she went back to the couch. The younger Amy walked in the room and as she walked to the left of the couch, Amy crawled to the right of the couch, switching places. Not letting on that she had seen her, Amy pretended to notice the door. As she shut it the other her took off. Amy ran to her and knocked her down. The younger Amy shoved herself into the wall. "Who are you." She demanded. Amy said nothing but"You would never believe me." at that moment the younger Amy
noticed the similarities between them. Shocked the younger Amy backed away. The older Amy pulled herself from the wall. She moved toward the door, turning back she said to herself." Don't tell Sam, he won't understand, it's hard enough for you." With that she walked away, and took off.
Amy bolted out of the door, down the street and ran back to the public library. She needed to finish her mission before the other her might do something. Sitting at a computer she typed in a few searches to the search engine. The first was ARTTIE. The search suggested the program had been given the boot. It just shut down one day, unable to get it back up. The program was cancelled. Next she tried The Turk. This time, the article read "Andy Goode's Turk: failed. Sunday Feb. 20th. A chess tournament between the Americans and the Japanese resulted in a loss to the U.S. computer.TheTurk was doing exceedingly well until the last five minutes of the game. The computer did not win, Later that night, Andy Goode was found murdered and the Turk was stolen. "Oh Crap." Amy said aloud. This could have been better. Persistence kept her searching, Sarkissian was the last man to have The Turk. Sarkissian, owned an internet café and that was Amy's next stop. Amy walked up to the Wi-Fi'd It internet Café. Walking in she noticed no one around. The placed looked a wreck. Walking to the back, she noticed a path of destruction. A man was bagging some things but nothing mechanical. He turned to grab the last bag, he hadn't seen her move up behind him. Grabbing him by the throat, she whispered "The Turk, where is it?" I need to know and I know you know."
"But, I don't know." He said gasping for air. "Then where is Sarkissian?" Amy asked not easing her grip."Take me there." She demanded and released him. He grabbed his last bag, put it in the truck and got in. Amy drove as he gave her directions to Sarkissian. Less than half an hour later, they arrived at a small building, nothing more than a pawn shop. Walking inside, they noticed a man organizing a team of people unloading bags of equipment. Sarkissian turned to the man and Amy. "Well, did you get it?" He asked. "Yes, I have it all." The man replied."But this lady would like a word with you."
Sarkissian turned to her and lead her into one of the back rooms. He closed the door behind them and asked. "What can I help you with.?" She tuned to him and pulled a 9mm she took off his handler, pointing it at him she said "I want the Turk and I want it now." He had never seen so many people fight over a chess playing computer, one that lost even. Didn't matter anymore. "It's in the next room just take it and leave." We'll get it and leave." She said. They left the room and went into the next one. Sarkissian took off a tarp, revealed a rack of equipment. It was part of the Turk. The machine was cut in half.