Title: Future Possibilities
author: Cindy Ryan
notes and summary: See part one

Maybe things were finally going their way Wyatt thought with a tiny bit of hope as they entered the convention center. They'd spotted Hines near one of the far exits meeting with two men dressed like farm hands. He, Lucy and Danny quickly used a staircase as cover and watched.

"Henchmen?"Wyatt asked in a whisper.

"Most likely."Danny agreed. "With all the police and political types you wouldn't want to advertise your plan to sabotage the convention with wild west gunslingers."

"We can't loose him."Lucy added. "There's not much time left before the votes are tallied. If he's going to make a move it's going to be now."

"While we have a second give Rufus an update."Wyatt suggested to Lucy.

Lucy nodded and quickly ducked behind the two men using them and the back of the staircase as cover. She pulled out the walkie-talkie and began to tap out a message.

As Danny watched Hines he thought back to what Mark had told him before he left. The three scenarios that could restore his sister's timeline. All of them hinged on getting Flynn. Danny had already botched one by not killing him on the road. The other two options were the ones Mark had pointed out with the highest probability scenarios. The tech had also reminded him that everything was a theory that the science was still sketchy. They were feeling their way along so to speak.

Danny glanced over at his father and then back at his Mom. He was tempted to tell them. But then if what he was planning didn't work and Lizzy was still gone Danny would've got their hopes up for nothing.

"What is it?"Wyatt asked. "You okay?"

"Yeah, still weird time travel dealing with not-your-parents yet thing."Danny replied with a quick smile.

"You get used to the weird factor."Wyatt stated as they focused back on Hines. "Looks like the group's breaking up."

"Ready."Lucy acknowledged as she rejoined them."Rufus says there's been no trouble by the lifeboat."

"Good."Wyatt said as the farmhands left and then Hines crossed to the other exit."Let's go."

"Sir, I don't think you should be out of bed."

Garcia Flynn ignored the shocked maid as he finished putting on his jacket and grabbed his hat from the end of the bed. Hines had been kind enough to provide a change of clothing along with a new gun. Both of his had been lost on the road with the encounter with Mason's time traveling trio.

"The wound looked worse than it was."Flynn said to the twenty-something blonde.

The maid looked like she wanted to protest more but nineteenth century customs were what they were. The blonde woman stepped back into the hall and Flynn heard her footsteps move quickly down the corridor. Garcia glanced at the clock on the wall; time to finish things.

"You'd think it was the middle of the day."Danny muttered as they fought through the crowd.

"People stayed up all night to get the votes they needed for their candidate."Lucy explained. "Presidential elections always drew the most interest."

"Especially during war time."Wyatt added.

Gunfire and shouts split the air and the trio halted briefly looking for the source. To the north of the convention center was a large group of men approximately thirty in number. Some on horseback others on foot; all armed. More shouts as another large group moved in from the east walking around the fences of the stockyard. These men looked a lot more rag tag and more angry.

"Looks like the breakout at Camp Douglas was a success."Danny said quietly.

Inspiration striking Lucy pulled out the journal and began flipping rapidly through it. From what she'd read so far the missions weren't exactly the same but had similarities. She was hoping one of those similarities would give them an edge today.

"Lucy."Wyatt warned as he gripped her left elbow which was closest to him. "Hope there's something in there we can use."

"We need to move."Danny added looking warily from one group of men to the other. "This is about to get ugly."

"Here!"Lucy exclaimed excitedly. "Hines was captured and taken into custody by the army two blocks from his office."

"When?"Wyatt asked as Lucy flipped pages.

"Three a.m."Lucy replied as she put the journal away.

Just as they were about to move a familiar face appeared among the two groups of men; Flynn.

"Hell."Wyatt swore as they spotted the ex-NSA agent.

The situation that had been about to turn ugly just got upped a notch.