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Subject: {ASSM} Casebook of Wilma Jenkins parts 03 and 04 (MF, sci-fi) (no-sex, sci-fi)
Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2002 16:10:12 -0500
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Here are the last two chapters in the Wilma Jenkins story, I'm sorry for the 
delay in posting, due to problems beyond my control. Enjoy!

A single step starts a long journey  ;-}

    Wandering Lanes.


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The Casebook of Wilma Jenkins - 03 - The Nevis Incident

The time transport Mark 23 arrived at the museum and inserted itself back 
into normal time, Wilma Jenkins and her crew contacted their control section 
to make sure that everything was back to normal.

"Well Boss, we're back" Wilma said into her communicator.

C.T.I Rawlings voice could be heard on the speaker, "Wilma, thank god, what 
happened? We had an incursion underway and then it reversed itself."

She smiled, "Yes Boss, we know. You'll have a full report, in the meantime 
can you get the boffins over here and check the system over, we've got some 
interesting additions that they might like, but we can't remove them from 
the transport without losing them to the timestream." She was referring to 
the communications equipment, which was sent to them by Centurion Cooper, 
since her time-line no longer existed then if the technology was removed it 
would just vanish.

Rawlings answered, "Okay Wilma, I'll be interested in reading your report, 
but did you catch the perp who stole the GV589?"

Wilma grimaced at this, "Well, yes and no."

"What do you mean Yes and no?" was the quick reply,

Wilma smiled, "Yes - we did catch the perp, who managed to escape, but it 
seems there's more behind this than we thought. Look boss I think I'd better 
give you the report when I arrive, we've got a lot to talk about!"

Rawlings considered this, "Okay Wilma, report back to headquarters as soon 
as the technical team arrive."

Wilma acknowledged the response and turned to the others in the group. "Okay 
you heard him, we wait here for the boffins and then report back to 
headquarters. I'll remind you all, the information Mark gave us regarding 
destroying GV589 has to remain secret - don't tell anyone at all. 
Understood?"

The seven men nodded their heads to show they understood - Wilma smiled.

"Thank you Investigators," Said the computer, "You don't know what a relief 
that will be."

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Wilma arrived at the Time Corps Headquarters and reported to Rawlings' 
office, she knocked on the door and entered.

Rawlings looked up, "Welcome back Investigator Jenkins, now can I have your 
report!"  Wilma handed a large sheaf of papers Rawlings looked at them, 
"What's this, I can't read through all these, can't you tell me instead."

Wilma looked at him and said, "Okay Boss, you asked for it." And she started 
to relate the story of the stolen time transport, which ended up in the far 
future, how the enemy went back to Ancient Rome and introduced technology to 
that time, which caused the incursion, and how they managed to force the 
enemy to flee from that time before he could change the line permanently.

Rawlings was confused, "But you're saying that it was this time machine 
GV589 that was behind the troubles in the first place."

Wilma nodded, "Yes boss, it seems that it couldn't face the prospect of 
being decommissioned before it's time, the machine went awry and eventually 
concocted a plan to change time, I hope we managed to destroy it when it 
last entered the time-stream."

Rawlings was interested now, "How do you mean destroy it?"

Wilma thought quickly, she didn't want to reveal how she knew the procedure, 
but she couldn't leave her commander completely in the dark. "We threw all 
our firepower into the craft as it dematerialised, we thought that if we 
didn't destroy it we might disable it somehow, anyway the explosion we felt 
must have done something!"

Rawlings nodded, "Yes, that could do it, I mean it's only a theory and we 
can't prove it, Well done Investigator Jenkins, I take it that we can 
downgrade the emergency now?"

Wilma nodded, "yes boss, but before you do can you process our working 
hours, here's the list!"

He looked at it, "But you've put down for all the subjective hour's you 
spent in the transport as well? Didn't you sleep in them at some stage?"

Wilma nodded, "Yes boss, but the handbook states that all time spent during 
the emergency is paid for out of the council's accounts NOT the time corps, 
but you have to register it before the emergency is cleared, or else you 
have to pay it out of the Corps's funds."


Rawlings quickly scribbled on the paper and entered the details onto a 
computer screen in his office, he then looked up at Wilma, "I suppose you 
think you require some time off after this?"

Wilma nodded, "Gee thanks Boss, that'll be great." She smiled, and then 
added, "I've got to report to registration and the clinic." At Rawlings 
raised eyebrows she said, "Michael and I are going to have a family, so I 
might be requesting maternity leave." And she quickly left the office before 
he could say anything else.

She shut the door and was down the corridor before the bellow reached her 
"WILMA JENKINS, HOW COULD YOU!" She thought, 'Just like this boss!' and went 
to meet Michael who was waiting by the main door.

They went to the registration office to formally note that they intended to 
raise a family, the registrar smiled at them and made the adjustment to 
their records and allocated them larger accommodations in the Time Corps 
building.

Their next stop was the clinic where Wilma's implant was removed, she was 
advised that it would take eight days before the contraceptive was 
completely out of her system, but after that her normal cycle would 
re-establish itself, she asked the doctors there if there was anything they 
could give her to clear it quicker, the doctor smiled at her and, looking at 
Michael, said, "I could give you a shot that would do it, we normally 
suggest letting the body adjust itself, it isn't dangerous, but has a side 
effect."

Wilma looked at the doctor worried, the doctor smiled, "It doesn't really 
cause any harm, it just increases your sex drive for the first three days, 
that's all."

Michael rolled his eyes, "I'm not going to last! Hey Doc, can you give me 
something to keep up with her?"

At this the doctor laughed, "No! You're going to have to keep her happy 
without drugs!" she raised the injector to Wilma's neck and there was a 
'phsst' of the pneumatic spray forcing the drug into Wilma's system.

The doctor looked at Wilma and said, "This take a few hours to really get 
started, I suggest you go home and rest, you're going to need it!" as the 
two left the clinic the doctor threw a bottle of pills to Michael, who 
looked at it closely then up at the doctor

"Stimulants," She said with a smile, "but use them carefully!" and she 
returned to her patients.

Laughing Wilma and Michael returned to the Corps building and found their 
new rooms, Michael insisted on carrying Wilma through the doorway into their 
new home. Thanks to the bureaucracy that prevailed only Michael's belongings 
had arrived, Wilma's, it was promised, would be arriving soon.

The bedroom was larger than Wilma thought and the double basins in the 
bathroom was a nice touch, but she didn't notice that at first, a stronger 
feeling was creeping over her she kissed Michael and then said, "Those 
tablets you were given?"

He looked at he bottle and said, "Yes?"

She smiled, "I think you'd better take a couple!" and pulled him onto the 
bed.

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1736 - Nevis, the Mountravers plantation.

My Personal chronicles

I was dizzy, the medical cabinet was doing it's best, but the loss of the 
main transport had disrupted the circuitry, my body was ageing at a quick 
rate, it couldn't end like this! I had to eliminate that blasted 
Wildflower/Cooper/Jenkins/Somebody - I couldn't concentrate, I opened up the 
cabinet and took off my jacket, I was too hot, hard to focus, I had to 
survive! Had to!

I went to the computer console, although this was an emergency unit it still 
had a working system, the main transport was gone, destroyed, kaput! It was 
only the fact that this system was slightly out of phase with the other that 
I was still alive.

The screen was displaying information that needed to be added to the medical 
cabinet routines, they contained a memory, of the original transport system, 
I wiped that and placed an interface helmet onto my head, allowing the 
computer to take a snapshot of my memory, at least the parts that I needed, 
I had to skip several unwanted memories, the capacity of the machine was 
below that of a human mind - Once done all I had to do was to entice 
somebody into the medical cabinet and once he was in stasis I could download 
my mind scan to his, I would live forever!

I managed to control the wild flight of the cabinet, and I arrived on an 
island, the weather was quiet warm, but where was I, it looked - familiar? 
Strange how the mind can play tricks on a person, especially when it's 
defragmenting.

I stumbled outside of the transport, a man was approaching me, this was my 
chance, I lent against a tree and he came over.

"I say," he said, "You look like you need a hand."

I smiled gratefully and he started to raise me up, as he staggered under my 
weight, I hit him and knocked him out, I carried him into the capsule and 
locked him into the medical cabinet - taking the interface helmet I added 
the last few seconds of my life to the information and started the 
transferral.

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My Personal chronicles

I awoke in the medical cabinet, I seemed to have two sets of memories which 
was slightly disconcerting, my name was Adam Huggins, my father was the 
owner of this plantation on the Island of Nevis, we'd moved here in 1794, 
after a long sea voyage from England, the date is, is, J-July of 1836. A 
wave of pain overtook me, my name is Controller/Leader/GV589/Sir/Huggins 
I/we have a plan to take over time . . . I blacked out again . . .

I shook my head, it seems that some of the program from the computer had 
survived, but now I was fully in charge of myself - or rather of this body, 
his memories were fully accessible to me and so I left the medical cabinet 
and went into the capsule, I stared at the emaciated body on the floor, it 
was completely dead, given up to the years it had survived.

I left the capsule and made a note of it's location, I would get some 
workers to move it 'home', whist I made plans to take over from 'my father' 
the memories of Adam Huggins was full of his father's illness, he wouldn't 
last too long, I submerged myself in Adam's memories and let him take over.

I walked back to my pony; the strange box like affair had attracted my 
attention. I would direct the overseer to move it to the courtyard of the 
house, I pushed the pony into a gallop - for some reason I was anxious to 
back to Mountravers and home.

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Present Time - Three years later

Michael was looking after the children, Intombi (2) and Pauline (1), they 
were lovely and enchanting children and the delight of Wilma's eyes, since 
the birth of their first child Michael had decided that he wasn't really cut 
out to be an active investigator, so he worked in the research and 
prevention office, Wilma couldn't stop taking an active role and became the 
second in command of the Time Corps and, now that the children could be left 
either with the cr che or Michael, she was taking a more active part in the 
Corps.

A couple of cases of off-time kidnapping, both of which were brilliantly 
solved by Wilma helped to improve her standing in the Corps - The 
improvements made to the time capsules, thanks to technology introduced by 
Wilma and her crew, gave the time capsules a new lease of life, visual 
communications between capsules was now possible and improved upon, moreover 
the transporter system that was used during the Roman Incursion was now 
working, allowing the transfer of goods, and in one case livestock from a 
travelling capsule to another.

Also there were now councillors who were talking to decommissioned time 
capsules, trying to prevent another case of GV589's occurring. All in all, a 
good time to be a time capsule.  Wilma decided to use as her personal 
transport the Mark 23 - a fact that annoyed the museum; they had hoped to 
keep the machine as an exhibit.

Wilma had approached the Time Council with the information from Wildflower, 
regarding The Leader, what had been implanted and how it was to operate, 
they discussed the implant and spoke to scientists who agreed that such a 
nanite could be created and controlled, but would take years to create, the 
programming would have to be meticulous so that they would act only on those 
who committed violent crimes would be affected, due to the nature of the 
nanites their existence was top secret and could never be revealed to 
anyone, a special implant was then created to hold them and release them 
into the bloodstream of a person, to travel to the fallopian tubes and wait 
for 'contact', as one scientist gently called it.

The nanites would then invade the 'foreign body' like a virus, multiply 
until they could spread to any part of the body, then at a signal given by 
the host, due to connections in the implant, they would attack their host, 
only the violent ones - a distinction made by the type of adrenaline in 
their blood stream. They would have specific changes to make in the human 
body, however the ones that had more contact with the host would be eaten 
alive as a punishment, since they would deserve more aggressive action to 
detain, it was decided that they should face a death sentence, the others 
would lose their manhood's, painfully, as such persons should never 
reproduce again.

What nobody thought of was of those persons force to rape or abuse, but 
Wilma had a suggestion for those, since the adrenaline markers would be 
different they nanites would be benign, but when the markers changed then 
they would activate, this satisfied all the scientific minds and so the 
project went ahead.

"Wilma," The head scientist said, "We've created the nanites, and have 
manage to adapt a standard contraception implant to hold them, we just need 
to know when and where they going to be used?"

Wilma gave a grim smile, "Hold them in cold storage. Now I need to know if 
memories can be removed without inflicting any injuries on the brain. If I 
wanted to forget something could you or your people do it?"

The scientist thought for a moment, "Yes, it's possible, we'd need to 
download your memories into a supercomputer and adjust the patterned in 
that, then it's a case of either deep freezing you or placing you in stasis 
to wipe your brain and upload the adjusted memories, Stasis is better, less 
chance for the brain to lose cells during the thawing process."  Wilma 
shuddered at the thought of a frozen brain defrosting!

She brought the details up to the council, Rawlings also added his 
suggestion that Wilma should try to arrest or eliminate the perp. To which 
Wilma had to say, "I'm afraid we can't - he's trapped in a loop!" She turned 
to the council and explained, "We first met the perp in the future, where he 
had a older version of me as a prisoner, after we escaped he fled to the 
past and started an incursion, we've yet to catch up with him, and when we 
do he's going to capture me and hold me prisoner - as a prisoner I'm going 
to infect his band with the nanites, escape from his clutches and return 
home, leaving a younger version of myself to chase him back into the distant 
past. That is his whole existence, he kidnaps me, I escape and chase him, I 
defeat him and then allow him to kidnap me and so the cycle carries on!"

A council member interrupts her, "But where did he come from?"

Wilma shrugged her shoulders, "Who can say, when he first comes to our 
attention he's just stolen a time capsule model GV589, a model which we've 
later found out has designs on destroying our whole time line, we hope we've 
destroyed that model, but there must have been a time when it took over the 
perp. We just don't know!"

A second council member then spoke up, "What if we don't send you, wouldn't 
that break the time loop?"

Wilma sighed, "No councillor, I'm afraid that would create a paradox, I've 
already lived through two meetings with the perp. I have to continue with 
the plan, it's part of established history as far as I'm concerned, and you 
are aware of the policy on established history." She shook her head, "I'm 
sorry councillors, we have to proceed with the plan, I must admit I don't 
like it but I'm assured that when, you notice I say when not if, when I 
return I'll have my memories altered so that little of the abuses I suffer 
will remain, I've also had a hypnotic conditioner done, to move my conscious 
mind into a safe holding area, with certain triggers to wake me up. Although 
my body will still be at his command, my mind will be safe. Any further 
questions?"

There were none, but the president of the council said, "It's a terrible 
thing you are doing Wilma, I do hope you'll be alright!"

Wilma tried to smile, "Don't worry Madam President, I will return" with that 
she and Rawlings turned and left the council chamber.

As they left the room Rawlings said, "I hope you're right Wilma, it's a 
difficult task you've set yourself."

Wilma nodded, "Yes I know, but we still need to find the bastard!"

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1738 - Nevis, the Mountravers plantation.

My Personal chronicles

With the death of my father, I decided to make some changes in the running 
of the plantation, I expanded the number of male slaves to continue working 
in the fields for the sugar cane, I started to buy large quantities of Iron 
and I found some crystals that seemed to take my fancy.

It was agony hiding inside that mind, I could direct it as I wanted and make 
it seem that Adam was really doing it himself - I had plans to complete, 
First I had to train some soldiers and get them used to modern weapons, the 
slave force was perfect to do this, I would bring them to the medical 
cabinet and hypnotise them to follow my orders, no matter what. I amused 
myself one day by ordering one of them to rape his sister and then kill her, 
it was wonderful to hear her screams as her roughly entered her, she still 
didn't realise why he was doing this upto the point where he cut her throat. 
  When he was finished with her I made him kill himself. I mean if he'd do 
that to his own sister what would he do to me?

The slaves are behaving themselves, but with the establishment of their 
village and food that I'm providing they realise that I'm a good master, we 
did have one case of a slave going mad, he did unspeakable things to his 
sister before killing her and himself, there was great moaning and wailing 
in the village at the funerals.

The strange thing was that Adam wasn't aware of my presence in his mind, of 
course if he did I would know and be able to re-direct his thoughts away 
from me, I was growing stronger though and eventually would overcome his 
mind completely.

My plan was simple, I'd increase the number of slaves and through hypnotism 
train them in the use of weapons, then transport them into the future where 
they would wreak havoc, while doing that, I'd be able to infiltrate the time 
corps or at least get one of them and adjust him, with this young healthy 
body I should be able to accomplish that.

It's strange but there are times when I can't remember, whole hours seem to 
vanish, but as the slaves don't seem to take any notice I don't suppose I've 
done anything wrong, I find that I've taken to having a bed warmer each 
night, it's strange I hadn't really thought about having slaves as sexual 
partners before, but somehow it seems right, after all why would God have 
placed me in such a position over these lesser being, I should be able to 
treat them as I wish.

I've also been slightly guiding Adam's mind into the path I want to follow, 
and I sometimes 'listen' in to his coupling with the slaves, I find it 
rather amusing, and he still thinks it's his ideas.  I will miss him when 
the time comes!

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Present Time - Panic in the streets

It started as a small item in the news:

'There are reports of armed men roaming the streets at night, attacking 
anybody they meet, the police have tried to arrest these men, but cannot 
find out who they are or where they come from'.

Then the attacks escalated - city blocks were targeted, but the people 
running the attacks seemed to disappear into thin air, finally the police 
got a break, one of the men, managed to say that he was from Nevis. At first 
this confused people as they thought he meant Ben Nevis, a mountain in 
England, then they realised he meant the Caribbean island of Nevis, they 
sent his photograph to the island police, who said he was not recognised 
there.

When questioned further he said he was from Mountravers

The city police insisted that that was were he was from, the reply they 
received, "Mountravers? That place is history." didn't really satisfy them, 
a team of detectives was sent out to investigate, they found the local 
police helpful - which surprised them, and what was even more surprising was 
when they arrived at Mountravers, to find the trees had completely covered 
the site, which hadn't been inhabited for decades.

The question everyone was asking was: - "So where did he come from?" he was 
so insistent under questioning that nobody could say he wasn't telling the 
truth! Then they got the idea to ask the Time Corps to help them.

A team was sent to gather whatever information they could; they started with 
the obvious question. 'What is the year?'  To which they got the reply 
'1838' the man seemed confused and dazed, the police had put it down to 
drugs, but the team decided to take him to a hospital where his condition 
could be diagnosed properly.

The results were amazing, the toxicology tests found no trace of modern 
pollutants, psychological tests showed that he'd been deeply hypnotised, but 
was shaking off the effects of the hypnotism. The general tests showed that 
he'd worked hard all his life, mainly outdoors, there was scar tissue on his 
hands which showed that he had not be using machinery, their summary was - 
This man does not come from this time.

Wilma managed to get hold of the report she showed it to Rawlings, who was 
nursing a knock on his head, which he'd received during a break-in at the 
headquarters, "So what am I looking at?" He asked.

Wilma pointed to the information, "He's off-time, from this Mountraver's 
place in the year 1838, and our perp must be there! It's time boss, we have 
to plan our attack!"

Rawlings seemed a bit disorientated, "Attack him? - I don't think this is 
the best time to do that. We don't have any established facts just yet. I 
suggest you send a recon. team to investigate. Let them find the problem, 
set up a base camp and then report back."

Wilma nodded and went to arrange the team, it wasn't until later she realise 
that Rawlings had seemed wrong when he spoke to her.

The team was given definite instructions, "Get to Nevis in 1838, try to find 
out everything you can about the set-up, our target should be the man in 
charge, try to get a plan of the place, and we'll need a location where we 
can insert into, and keep your heads down, we don't want to lose any of you 
out there!"

The men saluted and entered their time capsule, which after a few minutes 
shimmered out of sight. Wilma watched them leave.

It isn't really understood that although it is possible to appear at any 
place, at any time, travelling to a time destination takes time, so the Time 
Corps talk of objective time and subjective time, always ensuring they are 
paid according to subjective time. Wilma knew that to get to 1838 from her 
time would take a half hour, so didn't wait for the team to report their 
arrival, she returned to her apartment with a request to the computer to 
alert her when a report was available.

Michael was playing with Pauline, the girl was looking around the room with 
her large, too serious eyes, she saw Wilma and smiled at her, holding up her 
arms, Wilma bent down and picked her up, the child's hand pulling at her 
face.

Wilma looked at Michael and back at Pauline, she realised that soon she'd be 
going away for a long time, for her that was - for the children she'd only 
be away for a day. Tears started to fall down her cheeks, Michael went to 
her and held them both, he kissed Wilma and said, "It's soon isn't it?" She 
couldn't say anything, but nodded her head, Michael kissed her again, "I'm 
coming with you, and I'm going to make sure you're safe when you get onto 
that bastards craft!"

Wilma shook her head, "No Michael, I can't let you endanger yourself, you're 
needed here to look after the children, what if something goes wrong?"

Michael still held her and kissed her again, "It's alright, I've spoken to 
Rawlings, I'm going to get my field agent's badge back for this one mission 
only, we're going to place the kids in stasis, they won't even know we've 
been gone, and when we get back we'll be a family again"

Wilma gave a small smile, "Won't they notice when I've suddenly aged?"

Michael shook his head, "Nope! Rawlings' allowed for a rejuvenation 
adjustment as part of the re-implantation, he's sparing no expense."

Wilma shook his head, "No way! That's not like Rawlings at all, he's changed 
I think that bump on his head's done something to him, made him more human."

Michael started to smile, and then frowned, "You're right, it isn't like 
him." He walked to the computer screen and spoke into it for a moment, the 
screen cleared and showed Rawlings' office. Michael spoke to Wilma, "this is 
a few minutes before the break in, I've told the computer to concentrate on 
Rawlings."

They watched the screen as somebody knocked on Rawlings' door, he looked up 
as the door opened, then there was an electrical discharge of a stun gun, 
Rawlings fell back in his chair, a man brought in a rubbish trolley and 
placed Rawlings body inside, The trolley was then pushed out of the room, 
the camera's followed the route taken by the trolley as it entered the main 
travel craft room, it was rolled inside a small emergency unit which 
vanished into the time stream, the screen went blank.

Michael looked at Wilma, "The break in was a rouse - the main target was 
Rawlings."

Wilma went to a communications unit and patched herself in to the guards 
circuitry, "This is Deputy Chief Investigator Wilma Jenkins, emergency code 
555 target Chief Investigator Rawlings, detain, I repeat code 555 on 
Investigator Rawlings. Detain." - code 555 meant that an operator may be an 
impostor, there were two possible commands with the code, detain or oblit. 
(Where the impostor was summarily executed) - the code had never been used 
before.

The expected response came immediately, "This is Security officer Morris, 
please give command code and password." Wilma was please, someone who knew 
the procedure!

"The command code is Delta Gamma 555 Epsilon, the password is Gibbon, repeat 
Gibbon." Wilma smiled as she spoke - she'd never arrested her boss before.

Morris's voice spoke again, "Thank you Deputy Chief Investigator - code and 
password match, we are underway!" and the line went dead

Wilma looked at Michael, "Sorry, but I've got to go back to work." She 
kissed him and his daughter and left the apartment.

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Present day (12 hours previous)

My Personal chronicles

The diversions were going to plan, I had to direct the craft to the Time 
Corps headquarters, with any luck I might be able to get my target, that 
Blasted Wilma Jenkins she had defeated me in the future and, from my 
fragmented memories in Rome - I had been so close. I looked at a chart on 
the wall, running my fingers down the J's - Jenkins, Wilma - off time.

Drat I couldn't get her, I then looked at the top name, Rawlings  - Chief 
Investigator - IN, well I couldn't get the Gander, I'll have to settle for 
the Goose, I picked up a large rubbish trolley and started to move it down 
the corridor, I found the room and knocked on the door.

The voice from inside said, "Come in" and, as I opened the door, I drew my 
pistol, he didn't even move as I hit him with the stun ray, he just had a 
puzzled expression on his face as he slumped back in his chair.

I managed to get him into the trolley and started to push it down the 
corridor back to the time machine, I noticed that the lights seemed to be 
getting dar. . . .

Where was I? The last thing I remember was getting into the bed with my 
newest slave, and was about to bless her with my body, and now I'm here 
walking along this strange passageway pushing an object on wheels, what is 
happening to me, am I going mad?. . . .

My head was pounding, I must be draining myself out with this, Adam's mind 
seems to be fighting back, I shook my head to clear it and pushed the 
trolley faster, I got to the transport and started it up to prevent anyone 
from attacking me.

While we were travelling I placed the man into the medical cabinet and 
switched it on, he went into stasis immediately, his mind was open to me, I 
smiled and gave 'my' instructions, he was to make Wilma Jenkins chase after 
me in 6 months time, my time, I was not to be killed by any operative, he 
wasn't to do anything that would jeopardise my self, but he had to get 
Jenkins to come after me. Me. me. .

I awoke to find myself on the floor, how did I get here? Never mind. I 
checked that my prisoner was still in stasis, went into the second room and 
sat down on the bed, I'm trying too much at once, that must be it, I was so 
tired, had to sleep . . .

Now I was in a small room, almost a cell, there was no window and I'm not 
sure how I got here, perhaps I am going mad and this is a cell in the prison 
at Charlestown, but the bed is comfy, I could sleep on this, if fact, I 
will!

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Present Time - Arrest of Rawlings

Wilma arrived at the office just in time to find CTI Rawlings being 
surrounded by a team of men - he looked confused, he stared up at Wilma.

"Investigator Jenkins, what's the meaning of this?" he asked but in a calm 
voice, almost resigned to the handcuffs placed on his wrists.

Wilma tried to sound apologetic, "I'm sorry Boss, but what happened on the 
day you were kidnapped?"

This really did puzzle him, "Kidnapped, no you've got that wrong, I was 
attacked not kidnapped. Why did you say that?"

Wilma looked at the team who still had their stun guns drawn, "Boss? After 
you were shocked what happened?" She asked.

Rawlings confused look increased as he tried to remember, "I wasn't shocked, 
I heard a noise and went to the door, as I opened it I got hit on the head," 
He bent down to show the plaster covering the wound. "I would have 
remembered being shocked."

Wilma nodded as if in agreement, "Oh yes, sorry. It must have been quite a 
shock when the door opened and the person pointed his gun at you."

Rawlings also nodded, "Yes, I didn't know if it was bullets or . . . " His 
voice trailed off, then he started again, "But." he paused again, and then 
restarted, "If I was behind my desk, how did I open the door?" He looked at 
Wilma; his mind was made up. "Investigator Jenkins, please take over while 
this is being investigated."

Wilma saluted and said "Yes Sir." She turned to the team, "Commander I think 
CTI Rawlings requires a full medical examination, make sure that his mental 
state is checked for hypnosis. I'll need a report in one hour, I'll be here 
waiting for it."

The commander of the team shook his head, "Madam, I don't think they'll be 
able to do that, not within that time."

Wilma wasn't moved, she said, "Commander I'm afraid that we need to know 
what happened and how much damage has been done since the 'break-in', we may 
have damage limitations to do!"

The commander saluted and his men helped Rawlings to the medical section, 
Wilma sat down in Rawlings seat and started to look through his papers, 
trying to find some clue as to what had happened.  She came across a 
requisition form for a travel cabinet. Destination not logged, reason not 
logged. Time Corps authorisation for CTI Rawlings use only.

She pressed an intercom button, when it was answered she said, "This is 
Deputy Chief Jenkins, I need information on travel cabinet requisitioned by 
CTI Rawlings, I need to know the insertion point and length of subjective 
time spent?"

The report was back in seconds, "Deputy Jenkins, I'm sorry to report that 
the memory of the transport was wiped in accordance with CTI Rawlings 
instructions, we've only got a subjective time available, which was a 
quarter of an hour."

Wilma acknowledged the report and signed off, then she considered, "Only a 
quarter hour at the insert point, what could be done it that time, bomb 
planted? Programs wiped? What had he done?

She shook her head. They would find out in the fullness of time, that was 
the trouble with it - it revealed everything. A search of Rawlings files 
produced no further details, apart from an authorisation for Wilma to travel 
to Nevis, destination year 1840, but how did Rawlings know the date already? 
They were still waiting for the report from the team - Wilma made plans.

She flipped a switch, "Comms?" she said, when they acknowledged she 
continued, "Get in touch with the Nevis team in 1838, get details of 
surrounds, could we insert a team to this Mountravers area? If not could 
they suggest the best way to arrive on site? Also is there any trace of 
temporal disturbances in the area, I know that would be their first task but 
we have to get as much details as possible. Got that?"

The communications section read back her inquiries and passed them onto 
their team, she waited for the answer, sitting back in the seat. A buzzer 
sounded, Wilma flicked a switch, "Yes," she said.

"Medical Section here," Was the reply, "Primary report on CTI Rawlings. Post 
hypnotic commands found, they're extensive, we're going to have to work 
slowly on this, but the primary one is to allow you to chase your target to 
Nevis in 1840, we don't know why there's no further details, we've found a 
secondary command, but can't decipher it, but it doesn't refer to any person 
so we're not really bothered about it!"

Wilma thought for a moment, "How soon can you clear him, we do need him back 
here." she thought about that for a moment, Rawlings was a pain in the ass, 
but one of the best directors the Corps had, at least for the past few 
years.

The reply from the medical section was cautious, "About 2 to 3 months," at 
Wilma's exclamation they continued. "We have to ensure that there is no 
lasting effects or any other post-hypnotic commands that we've missed."

Wilma had to consider this, either run off the handle now or wait, it didn't 
really matter as her destination would be in the past, so she'd still get 
there on time, she nodded her head and said, "Okay, but as soon as he's 
ready we need him back, please do your best."

The doctor at the other end sounded annoyed, "Deputy. We always do our 
best!" and they cut the connection.

Wilma smiled at their response, then she considered. Their target knew she'd 
be coming, that she'd arrive in 1840 - he'll expect her to appear near him, 
she shouldn't do that then! She should establish herself in the time frame 
before she confronted him, and then she realised this was a job that she had 
to lose. Do what he wanted, just turn up and allow him to capture her. She 
shook her head; no she didn't want to lose without a fight!

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1738 - Nevis, the Mountravers plantation.

My Personal chronicles

Disaster! The bloody fools, they've abolished slavery! HOW COULD THEY?

This has caused my plans to go awry, I can't force the blasted blacks to 
work! I have to pay them! As if allowing them food wasn't enough, luckily 
the ones here realise how well the Huggins have treated them, so I've only 
lost a few to other plantations.

My trained troops are still loyal to me, I've given them positions just 
below the overseers, and they're able to use whatever women they fancy.

My people in Charlestown tell me that some new whites have arrived, but 
no-body knows from where, that's the blessings of living on such a small 
island. I suppose they're from the blasted Times Corps; trying to find me. 
How they managed to guess this time and place I don't know, but I've already 
set my plans.

I was lucky to capture that idiot; he succumbed to the programming without 
too much fuss, which was good as I wasn't really in control of myself, I 
never did find out what happened but his responses were exactly what I 
expected.

Thinking back over the last few months I must admit that the news has been 
good, although I welcomed the freedom of the slaves I did worry about the 
state of their souls, and have asked the local vicar to visit more often.

I've found it difficult to ensure that the maids realise that they still 
should be attending to my needs at night, so of them appear to be worried 
and frighten of me, but I'm not sure why, I try to bless them when I enjoy 
them.

The mind of Adam Huggins has started to get fainter as I exert more pressure 
on it, I'm becoming more in command of the body.  I've taken to doing more 
exercise and to develop muscles, I'm going to need them in the years to 
come.

I've given instructions for Wilma to be sent to me in one and a half year's 
time, I've got plans for her, a special room would be ready then, I'm 
setting it up now. All I have to do is move the whips and manacles from the 
storage to the room, I'm showing the slaves that these are being destroyed - 
that we were now being kind to our slaves in accordance with the new laws, 
but there are always those who still deserve controlling, some of the maids 
around here are getting too big for their boots, and have to be taught 
lessons!

I seem to have shaken off the effects of the machine code that had remained; 
it proves that the human mind is stronger than people think.

All I have to do now is to maintain control, be kind to the slaves - no the 
workers, and wait for Wilma Jenkins to appear in this world - Then attack!

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Present Time - Four months later.

"Here you are Boss," Wilma spoke to Rawlings, "I've kept everything almost 
as you left it."

Rawlings looked around at the office; paperwork was neatly filed away; 
report cards prominently displayed, diary filled out, he looked first at the 
expense book, Wilma smiled, 'Yes, he's back to normal' She thought.

He looked up, "Er. Wilma - I mean Deputy Jenkins. I have to thank you, I 
understand that some of the programming I was given would have brought down 
the Time Corps, if you hadn't realised something was wrong everything would 
be in ruins due to my mismanagement." He was awkward about this, never good 
at apologising for anything.

Wilma smiled at his embarrassment, "That's okay boss, it was fun arresting 
you. I liked the look on your face."

He gave a pained look, "Wilma, I know I'm always shouting at you, but you 
are the best person we have, If anything happened to me it's been my 
recommendation that you'd be promoted to this position, think about the past 
few months as a training period."

Wilma had to smile at that, "A training period? Dropped in at the deep end 
I'd call it. Does it always take so long to get the comms section to get a 
response from field teams?"

Rawlings nodded, "Yes, its something to do with the Doppler shift of the 
time lines, you do get used to it. You found it's not easy sitting in this 
chair didn't you?"

She nodded; there had been times she'd returned to her apartment, hours 
late, exhausted and just dropped into her bed, she didn't even have time to 
undress before she was asleep. Michael had been very considerate, although 
there were times when she would just snap at him for the smallest problem, 
but he still supported her.

The staff, although hard working, had to be motivated sometimes - for 
motivation read 'a boot in the ass', but seemed to take it in good humour, 
all in all she was sorry that she was leaving the chair, but happy that 
she'd be going back to field work.

Rawlings looked at her, "What's happening in your case?"

She knew what he was referring to, she drew in a deep breath, Rawlings 
recognised the signs of a long-winded story and gestured for her to sit 
down, which she did; and then she started.

"Our target is located in the Island of Nevis, a small island of the 
Caribbean chain, his time frame is 1836 to 1840, we're not sure of his exact 
location, our operatives can't find him from the descriptions we have, so 
somehow he's changed his appearance." She drew another breath, now for the 
part he wasn't going to like.

"From information you supplied, our target is going to be waiting for me to 
arrive in 1840, our teams have advised that their sudden appearance caused 
problems, but we've be successful in inserting teams into the time frame on 
St. Kitts and then sailing to Caddis Bay at Nevis at the damaged port of 
Jamestown, they've been able to travel to the capital of Charlestown and 
accepted without question, so this is how I'm going to arrive."

Rawlings interrupted her, "What do you mean? How are you going to get there? 
Why can't you just insert yourself into the timeframe directly? That way 
you'll be able to interact with the perp. directly."

Wilma shook her head and then explained. "We have a charter with a local 
captain who sails the route; our contacts in Nevis and St. Kitts are 
established now as importers they're a second team to the ones sent 
originally, we found that there's a problem with people just turning up on a 
small island - everybody is known and strangers attract too much attention, 
by having the trading post at Charlestown we can get equipment directly 
inserted into the area, but people? No way! But a passenger arriving on a 
ship from St. Kitts easy to explain."

"Back to the plot, once my team and myself arrive we'll arm ourselves with 
the stun guns and proceed to the Mountravers Plantation, try to locate the 
perp.  This is where we'll have to be careful.  I have to be captured 
without showing that this is our plan."

Rawlings looked at her, "I thought we'd agree that you'd try to capture the 
perp.?"

Wilma shook her head, "That was never the plan boss," she said, "You were 
all for the capture or removal of the perp. We have to maintain the time 
line, otherwise our history would be changed, we did do it and so we have to 
do it, and I mean we have to ensure that our history won't be altered by 
tipping our hand."

Rawlings threw up his hands, "Okay, so you get captured!  History is assured 
and we are safe, what's going to happen to you?"

Wilma just looked at him. "You really don't want to know boss, I've been 
assured that my main cognitive functions will be held behind a mental 
screen, I've got prepared key words or phrases that will pull me out at 
times, I'm assured that once I'm fully active my bodily status won't be a 
burden to me, I'd just ignore it. They've tested it and have video'd the 
whole thing just to prove it to me. It wasn't nice, I was just like a zombie 
following orders, but when I came out from it I was aware of what I'd done, 
and could describe it to them, but it didn't disturb me at all.  The did a 
memory wipe to prove that it also works, so apart from removing the implant 
after my job, I'll have to make the report and then will have my memory 
wiped, remind me that I have to do it in that order, it would be pointless 
to wipe my memory first and then expect a report!" She gave a wry smile at 
that, a smile that was not returned by Rawlings.

"Wilma. I wouldn't mind if that happened, just as long as you get back 
okay!" He said,

Wilma couldn't resist it; she patted him on the arm, "Don't worry boss, I'll 
return to haunt you if I don't!"

He smiled at her, "I do believe you would at that!" He said, then added; 
"Okay then, when are you leaving?"

Wilma consulted her watch, "Well, we've got to get the kids into stasis, so 
that they don't notice we've gone, I've got to get the long term implant 
installed and the nanites tested, and the Doc's are going to check the 
hypnotic suggestions and shields, my team and I won't be able to leave 
before tomorrow morning."

Rawlings nodded, now that he understood the plan and unknowingly following 
some suggestions from the doctors, he said. "Okay then Wilma, I think you'd 
better get some time off now and prepare yourself, I'll see you before you 
leave." And then he turned to his paperwork, Wilma left the office, she was 
used to her boss not saying goodbye, he never knew if it would be the last 
time.

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Wilma returned to her apartment, Michael was already preparing the children 
for the stasis cabinets, Intombi was crying as Michael said they would be 
away for just a moment, Pauline was too young to understand what was 
happening and smiled at Wilma as she entered.

"Mummy I don't want to go!" Intombi said.

Wilma kissed his head, "It's alright darling," She said, "You'll just lie 
down in a well lit box and you'll get up immediately again, It's just like 
the medical examination, we'll be there all the time!" Which was true, he 
would never know that time had passed, and he was used to the medical 
cabinets, and so he was placated.

"Okay mummy" was all he said, Wilma carried Pauline in her arms as they went 
to the medical section, Intombi held onto Michael's hand and walked behind 
her.

The medical staff smiled at the children as they entered the room, the chief 
doctor came up to them and looked at the two children, "Ah, there you are, 
we're all ready for you," He said, in a friendly manner, "now you know the 
routine, just lie down in here and you'll be out in a moment."

Giggling Pauline squirmed out of Wilma's arms and ran to the cabinet, it had 
a cartoon character on the front of it and a small television screen was 
showing a cartoon on its display, she pulled open the cabinet and closed the 
door, immediately the stasis field started up, the music and cartoon stopped 
and the girl was as still as a statue.

Intombi looked at Wilma and Michael, "You're going away for some time aren't 
you?" He asked, Wilma nodded - she had decided never to lie to the children 
about their work - Intombi ran to Wilma and kissed her, then in a strange 
voice said; "You will return, you will be changed but don't worry everything 
will be fine!" Wilma looked at her son, his eyes were unfocused looking at 
something else, then they moved to Wilma and in a normal voice said, "I'll 
see you soon mummy." He then kissed Michael and solemnly walked to the other 
cabinet and closed the door.

Michael looked at Wilma, "What did he say?"

She shook her head; "He knows! At his age he knows! But he said that I will 
return and everything will be fine? But how could he know?"

Michael hugged her, "I don't know. But I have notice that the children of 
the time corps teams seem to know about things that will happen."

A female doctor overheard them and spoke up, "Pardon me but did you say your 
son spoke about your mission?"

Wilma nodded, the doctor smiled, "Don't worry, we've been receiving reports 
from all over, it seems that there is a, well it seems to be a alteration in 
the genes of time travellers, their children have the ability to see into 
the future, it's a fascinating development."

Wilma nodded but Michael spluttered, "A fascinating development! That's my 
son you're talking about!"

The doctor had the grace to look embarrassed, "I'm sorry Investigator, it's 
just that we've been so overwhelmed with enquiries from concerned parents, 
but there is nothing wrong with the children, that's why I said there was no 
need to worry," She smiled at both Wilma and Michael to reassure them.

Wilma was still troubled, but made a note to investigate this trend, maybe 
the next generation of Time Enforcers should be able to sense the future, 
but careful training would be necessary, she sent the note onto Rawlings, 
and received a reply that he was aware the children and plans were in hand. 
The reply also said that she should stop wasting time and carry on with the 
plan.

Wilma smiled as she read the last part; it was like Rawlings to push when he 
didn't need to! But she was used to this, she turned to the doctors who were 
waiting for her, "Well, I'm ready for the implant." She said as she walked 
to the waiting medical unit.

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The Caribbean - between St. Kitts and Nevis - 1840

On the Ship 'Pride of St. Kitts' the captain was talking to Wilma, "It's all 
very well giving the slave their freedom, but what are they supposed to do 
with it? I mean it's not as if they're able to buy their passage back to 
their homelands, even if the heathens know where they're from, I mean take 
that one of yours, would he be able to pay his passage back home?"

Wilma smiled, "Probably not, but Michael is happy to remain with me, he's 
been with my family for years." She confided in the captain. They were in 
his cabin having dinner, the trip from St. Kitts to Nevis would take a 
couple of days and since Wilma was the only female on board the captain had 
taken to inviting her to his cabin for meals instead of leaving her to eat 
with the crew, however Michael and the other members of her team had to 
'rough it'.

Wilma cut into the fish, freshly caught that morning, and started to eat it, 
she didn't really like the way that the captain was talking about the 
ex-slaves, but he was a native to this time, not one of the time corps 
people, as far as he knew Wilma was visiting her father on Nevis, a man 
inserted into the time line five years previously to establish himself on 
the island.

The captain cleared his throat, "Is this your first visit to the Islands?" 
he asked.

Wilma nodded, "Yes," She said and then continued, "Father wanted to ensure 
that he was able to make some money before inviting me to see him. My 
husband had sponsored his venture, that was before he died of course."

The captain seemed puzzled, "Your Father?" he asked,

Wilma laughed, "No, my husband, he died a couple of years ago, but he had 
left instructions that I should check personally on the investments he'd 
managed." This was the fabrication that had been arranged and could be 
checked on should anyone want to do so.

The captain concentrated on his words, "It must be very arduous for a woman 
such as yourself to travel all this way, couldn't you have let someone else 
do it?"

Wilma shook her head, "No, Donald was quite clear on the subject, anyway my 
servants look after me when I'm travelling, so I've no worries, as for the 
travelling I quite enjoy it, Papa's family allowed me to go on the grand 
tour when I was younger, and I think of this as the next stage."

The captain smiled, "How very enlighten of you," He wasn't being sarcastic - 
woman's suffrage wasn't even thought of yet, "Well at least these waters are 
relatively safe, although about 40 years ago they weren't that safe, what 
with corsairs and other pirates abound, they'd board the ships and kill the 
crews, what they would do with a pretty woman like yourself. . . Well it 
doesn't bear thinking about." He looked embarrassed at talking like that, it 
was obviously a story he liked to recount, but not with mixed company, or at 
least the woman who was with him.

"Really captain, you do worry me with your words," She knew that there were 
no pirates in the area, and it didn't hurt to flatter the man, the rest of 
the meal was spent with happy words and she left the captain as he checked 
his charts, she returned to her cabin where Michael was waiting.

"And how was the captains' dinner?" He asked her,

Wilma smiled, "I wouldn't know I had my own plate, the fish was delightful. 
How was your dinner?" She said.

"Well the biscuits were okay if you didn't mind the weevils!" He said, "In 
fact the crew was trying to get me to give up my life as a slave!" He had a 
grin on his face; "They couldn't understand how I could remain with my 
oppressive mistress now that slavery was no more."

Wilma laughed, "Well I hope you told them why you were staying with me."

He nodded, "Yes, I've told them that there were more things than money 
keeping me with you, I think they got the wrong end of the stick, quite a 
few of them nudged me and told me I was well in there"

Wilma smiled, "If they only knew! Oh well, back to work, I've got the latest 
intelligence report about Mountravers, it seems that the plantation owner 
has been there since before his father died, so we're looking at an 
overseer, but they're all accounted for and have been known for over ten 
years, we're missing something I feel it, all the evidence points to someone 
high up at Mountravers, but everyone's accounted for."

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Mountravers Plantation 1840

My Personal chronicles

I keep having these blackouts, and I'm suffering from headaches - I've tried 
speaking to doctors but all they say is that there is nothing wrong with me, 
I can't stand this pain, and have to take potions to alleviate it.

This blasted body was starting to become too much, I've almost overpowered 
the personality of Adam Huggins and I've found that by using the medical 
cabinet in the time capsule I can erase him permanently. -  I have got rid 
of 'my' body, which by now was a desiccated husk, I removed the coat it was 
wearing, which seems to be in good order.

Now all I have to do is to await the arrival of Wilma Jenkins, the plan I've 
given her superior dictates that she will arrive by time capsule to the old 
town of Jamestown, there is a warehouse there which escaped the flood, my 
men are waiting there for her. Although there have been a few grumbles about 
the waste of time, I have impressed on them the importance of following 
orders, but I have allowed them to have access to some of the younger female 
slaves just to appease them.

I'm worried about the headaches that I'm inflicting on Adam, if he take too 
much of the laudanum potion he may take an overdose and kill us both, I'm 
going to have to get to the cabinet and work on removing him, I will have to 
retain his memories in order to keep control here though.

I have a notion to go to the strange box I found, for some reason I believe 
that there is a cure for my ailment within. . .

I have accessed a door within the box, I'm surprised that I hadn't notice 
the expanse of this box before, but I must find this miracle cure that 
should be within, somehow I'm being guided to a small coffin like box, I 
open the door and it is empty, for some reason I thought that a corpse may 
have been within, but the aspect of the box isn't frightening, I enter it 
and close the door.

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I open the door to the medical cabinet, on checking the readings the 
secondary personality of Adam Huggins has been completely submerged and 
blocked from ever disturbing me again. So I'm finally free of the shackles 
of his personality, I can concentrate on taking my revenge on Wilma Jenkins.

help me, someone please help me!

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On board the 'Pride of St. Kitts' - 1840

Michael and Wilma were checking on the equipment once again, ensuring that 
nothing had been missed, although they'd already checked through it 
beforehand, due to the nanites now inhabiting Wilma's body they could only 
kiss each other, Michael could have had preventative treatment but both he 
and Wilma had decided that it would be safer not to.

Wilma looked at Michael, her eyes showing the hurt inside her, "I know this 
is hard Michael, but we've been over this, he has to capture me. You have to 
keep your head down, but make it seem good he mustn't know anything is 
wrong. Now I've arrange with our agent to get us invited to a ball at 
Mountravers, the owner Huggins seems to have one every few weeks and always 
has the new arrivals invited, luckily daddy has managed to drop hint that 
I'm arriving so we should be okay with that. While I'm charming the 
landowner I suggest you make inquiries with the slaves, see if there's been 
any changes, if any of the overseers have altered anything."

Michael nodded his head, it was true they had been over the plan, and until 
they found where their target was located nothing could be done, or at least 
seen to be done.

Wilma took the role of the pampered rich tourist with her slave to heart, 
making a nuisance with the sailors, moaning about how they make the deck 
untidy, their language and their appearance, in short they type of person 
who would never appear to be concealing themselves. Wilma wanted her 
character to be well known on the island by the time she arrived. And as 
Michael pointed out she was succeeding.

"You know what they're calling you down below?" He asked her, as they were 
packing to disembark.

Wilma smiled at him, "No, do tell." She said.

"The perfect example of an Englishman - expecting your own way and shouting 
when you don't get it!" he smiled back at her, I think they're planning to 
get stinking drunk when they get to port and leave us to unload for 
ourselves."

Wilma giggled, "Good! The plan is working. Don't forget to leave one trunk 
behind, so I can moan at you for forgetting it!"

Michael pointed to a medium sized crate by the bed, "Already done," He said, 
"only please mistress don't beat your poor slave too harshly."

Wilma nodded her head, "At least here you know how a husband should behave 
to his wife!"

Michael almost laughed out loud, "At this time the husband is entitled to 
treat his wife as his chattel, if you refuse your wifely duties I'm entitled 
to beat you soundly as is my right - it's in the bible so it must be true."

Wilma shrank back, but was laughing, "Just you wait 'till I get you home 
again, then I'll show you who's the boss!"

Michael saluted and replied, "Yes boss, certainly boss, you're the boss, 
boss."

Wilma saluted back and said, "And don't you forget it!"  The ship rocked 
slightly as it was tied up against the dock, "That was a smooth docking, you 
must admit they really know what they're doing in this time." She said 
admiringly, "Oh well, back to bitch mode, Come on slave lets get the trunks 
on deck."

Michael nodded, "Yes mistress, allow me to open the door for you." Which he 
did and Wilma walked out of her cabin and up the narrow stairway to the deck 
above, leaving Michael to bring the trunks, the few they had in the cabin - 
there were some more held in the hold, by himself.

Once she was on the deck she found the captain and thanked him for his 
hospitality as any polite person would, then she went to the gangplank and 
started to berate the poor unfortunate seaman who was trying to tie it 
securely.

"Well," She said, "Hurry up, my father is waiting for me you know."

The sailor went red in the face but managed not to reply to her, however as 
Michael struggled with the trunks he was told, "What you need to do is give 
her a real good seeing to." At which he nodded, but kept quiet (later he and 
Wilma laughed over the words)

While they were on the dock and Wilma was just getting into a pony and trap 
she shouted, "Where are my dresses, the trunk's missing I suppose you've 
left it behind? Well then you can just go back and get it, you've got 
father's address, I'll expect to see you in a couple of hours!" And she was 
driven off leaving Michael on the dock to return to the ship.

As he walked up the gangplank the sailors watched him, he went down to the 
cabin and picked up the trunk, which was a medium size, but manageable. As 
he returned to the deck what he and Wilma hoped would happen did.

"Hey, since she doesn't need you for a while, why not have some grog with 
us? We're off to the tavern and she'll never know." A sailor said, Michael 
made a show of considering and then nodded, a group of the crew took the 
trunk and they all disembarked from the ship and made for the nearest well 
lit and open door.

It was some time later, that a happy and apparently highly drunk slave 
carried his mistresses trunk to a doorway, where loud voices could be heard 
a few minutes later, an eavesdropper would have decided that a wayward slave 
was being severally told off for his misdemeanor.

What was happening was that while she was injecting him with a detoxicating 
solution, Michael and Wilma were shouting out a script designed to mislead 
anyone who might have been following Michael.

When he was completely sober he made his report; "The Mountravers plantation 
has had no new overseers for several years, in fact there's been no changes 
at all since before the old master died and the young master took over, they 
traveled together and arrived here so there's no chance that our target is 
one of them. There was a report of a mysterious box that appeared, but 
there's been no word on what was inside, so whether our target is still 
there is stasis I can't say." He paused and winced as the alcohol was purged 
from his system, "There's been an increase in the number of male slaves, 
sorry indentured workers, and they don't seem to be working on the fields, 
but have special training sessions. I couldn't find out who is running the 
sessions, I'm sorry."

Wilma hugged him, "That's okay, it was a long shot, well at least we're 
here, and I don't think our target is aware of our presence just yet, what 
we'll do is a bit of sightseeing here in Charlestown and then hire a pony 
and trap and look around the island."

Michael nodded, and then said, "What about Jamestown, will we be going 
there?"

Wilma considered, "No. Since that was where he wanted us to go we'll leave 
it until later, let him sweat for a change, anyway my invitation to the ball 
is for tomorrow evening, I want to look my best." And with that both she and 
Michael went to, separate, beds.

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Mountravers Plantation 1840

My Personal chronicles

I don't understand it - my men should have caught Jenkins by now!

I think they're slacking, so I've increased the training routine and 
decreased their food allowance, perhaps that will encourage them to get 
their act together.

I've decreased their privileges, just to show them who's the boss, I know 
Jenkins should be arriving soon and they've got to overpower her.

In the meantime as part of 'Adams' normal life arrangements are in hand for 
the ball to be held here, it was difficult to keep up the pretence, but I 
don't want to ruin my life here. I have got plans to live out my life, or 
whatever it is, here.

However the next day brought a surprise, I couldn't believe it when the 
carriages arrived, among the guests was Mary Watkins, her father was the 
owner of a warehouse in Charlestown, although it may be true - she was the 
splitting image of Wilma Jenkins!

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Wilma arrived at Mountravers, where the owner Adam Huggins, welcomed her.  
In some ways he was strangely familiar, but then while time travelling you 
sometimes meet up with the ancestors of people you know.

Michael was sent to the kitchen area, where he would wait for his mistress 
to leave, while he was there he tried to listen for any clues as to his 
target.

One of the slave girls was crying, "It's not fair, why does Massa want me 
again tonight? It should be Dorcas's turn!"

The elder slave in charge of the household slapped her face. "Now listen, 
you's is working for Massa, you's should be please Massa likes you so much 
that he's keeps asking for you's."

"But mamma, he's changed haven't you's noticed, he's used to be so carefree 
'afore old Massa sent him away to school, and since he's found that box 
thing. . . I mean its like he's a different fella at times, but then he's 
back to his-self, but lately he's been creepy." The young slave looked 
around, "Likea some spirit's done ataken his soul."

Michael jumped up knocking the chair down onto the floor, the elder slave 
looked at him, "Whatsya doing that fo?" She asked, "Dems jus stupid girl 
talk, ain't no concerns of ya's is it?"

Michael looked at the chair, "Sorry," he said, "But I's just 'membered 
something, needs to tell me mistress." And he left the kitchen - if the girl 
wasn't just being tetchy about her duties as a bed warmer and there was 
something wrong with Adam Huggins then Wilma was in trouble and didn't 
realise it.

Wilma was, however, aware of the problem, Adam had invited her to see a 
strange object that one of his workers had found in the woods.

"It's a strange device," He told her, "I've only just discovered the way of 
opening it, with your knowledge of the world Wilma you may understand it 
better than I."

It was the use of her name, all the people on Nevis knew her as Wendy, she 
tried not to show any sign of noticing his slip, 'how on earth would he know 
my name?' she wondered and then examined him closely, and then realised who 
she was looking at!

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Mountravers 1840

My Personal chronicles

She's here! She's arrived and none of my men saw her! I'd have to teach them 
to keep better watch!

But what to do with her, I recognised that dammed servant of her's! No 
telling who else they've got here. Well my prize has arrived and all I have 
to do is to claim it!

Luckily for me she hasn't recognised me, this body I'm inhabiting is younger 
than she remembers so I've got the advantage.

I've decided that the best place to hide her is in the time cabinet; all I 
have to do is to convince her to go to it. "Oh, Wendy," I said, "I 
understand that you've travelled the world, now my men have found a box that 
I think might interest you." And the fool followed me out to where the 
cabinet was standing.

"It's a strange device, I've only just discovered the way of opening it," I 
thought I'd better try to put her at her ease, "With your knowledge of the 
world Wilma you may understand it better than I." And smiled to her as I 
showed her into the door.

I watched her eyes, somehow she was now on her guard, I followed her in but 
drew my stun gun, slightly higher setting than hers, I was quicker on the 
trigger and she went down.

I picked up the unconscious body, she was heavier than I had expected, I 
managed to drag her into a room where there was a bed and, after stripping 
her of her outer garments - I found out she was wearing panties and a bra, 
not the underwear of this society at all - I tied her to the bed.

SHE WAS MINE!

I closed the door on her, and smiled - everything now was going my way, I 
picked up the coat lying on the floor, a slight crackling noise from the 
pocket made me reach in and pick up a note, I read it - 'You must stop T.I. 
Wilma Jenkins - she will try to kill you' - I smiled, yes I had written the 
note so long ago, then I paused, I couldn't remember exactly why I had 
written it, I supposed that it was a memory I had decided not to keep, never 
mind it wasn't important.

I went to the door and opened it - a fist hit me. It was him! Her servant! 
How did he find me? Never mind, I used my youth and agility to gain some 
distance between him and myself, where were my men? Finally I managed to get 
into the slave's village, and rally my troops, to find that most of them 
were drunk, and the rest missing, where was the discipline that I'd 
instilled in them, then I realised where the others were. They were still 
watching the dammed Warehouse in Jamestown. I managed to get the few in the 
village to start defending my person while I tried to, er.

Sod it - get to cover!

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Mountravers Plantation - Stairs from kitchen. 1840

Michael ran up the stairs, he had to find Wilma, warn her, Adam wasn't who 
he appeared to be, the young slave was right, he was bewitched or at least 
the scientific equivalent of possession.

As he ran he turned on the disguised radio, "Brer Fox to Brer Rabbit, the 
brambles are ready", This alerted the backup team to start to neutralise the 
trained troops in the slave's village, they'd decided that without the 
target's influence their knowledge would soon fade, so the solution was 
gaseous alcohol, get the people drunk and that would seriously impair their 
fighting ability.

When he was near the ballroom he was stopped by a richly dressed slave, "I 
must pass an urgent message to my mistress," He told the slave, who then 
pointed to the garden area.

"She went down there with Massa Huggins, he's showing her his strange box." 
Michael thanked him and went down to the garden, as he exited the house he 
heard the unmistakable sound of a stun gun, he doubled his effort - the plan 
was now gone from his head, Wilma was in trouble, he couldn't just stand 
back and let her be taken!

He finally found the travel capsule and waited by the door, as it opened he 
pulled his fist back and then slammed it into the face of Adam Huggins, 
getting satisfaction in the sound of a nose breaking.

Then Adam managed to break away and started to run away from Michael, who 
hesitated, should he chase after the target or release Wilma, then the plan 
returned to him. That dratted plan, he would lose Wilma to this bastard, she 
would be lost to him! But she was right the time loop had to be closed. 
Michael turned from the cabinet and followed the sound of Adam running to 
the slave village.

Michael considered, by now the fumes should have incapacitated the slaves so 
he'll have no help there, Michael took out his stun gun, near misses 
wouldn't hurt him, but may make his change direction, he fired at a branch 
watching the flash of fire as the heat of the beam struck.

Adam Huggins swerved away from the path, and started to run through the 
undergrowth, being herded by Michael, at one point Adam turned and was hit 
by a branch on the head, it was a heavy blow and Adam shook his head to 
clear it.

Michael watched as Adam staggered towards the travel cabinet, the branch had 
obviously hurt him, but finally as Adam entered the cabinet he turned and 
fired his own weapon, the beam narrowly missed Michael, but did hit a brick 
wall behind him, there was a quiet rumble as the mortar crumbled and the 
wall started to fall onto Michael trapping him.

As Michael watched the cabinet started to shudder and then faded as it 
entered the time stream. "WILMA!" called Michael as he watched his beloved 
wife vanish forever.

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Michael was closed to tears as he thumbed the radio, "Brer Fox to Brer 
Rabbit. Mission, mission accomplished the bait has been taken, I require 
aid, locate by beacon."  Michael listened out for the acknowledgement from 
his team and then switched the radio off.

He started to think of how he would cope without Wilma, it was almost too 
much.

The sound of a time capsule inserting itself into the clearing was becoming 
audible, Michael looked around and saw the travel cabinet appearing again, 
he readied his stun gun, if Adam Huggins wanted a return fight he would get 
one, he watched the door open, took aim.

And gasped as the figure of Wilma stepped out, she ran to Michael and held 
him in her arms.

"Oh Michael, you've no idea how long its been since I left you." She said, 
Michael was confused, she'd only just been taken away, and then he saw the 
state of her body, the marks left on it, he held onto her.

"I thought I'd lost you forever," He sobbed into her shoulder.

She was crying as well, "No, I never planned to be away from you, we're 
destined to be together don't forget." She kissed him again and then started 
to remove what bricks she could.

Soon the rest of the team arrived and at first seemed confused to find Wilma 
back with them, but they carried on clearing the rubble, then Wilma looked 
at the cabinet, she turned to Michael.

"Don't worry, I've just got one surprise to arrange." She said as she 
entered the cabinet.

She returned some time later, carefully closing the door behind her.  As she 
walked away from the cabinet it vanished into the time lines again, Michael 
was standing now, blood seeping from his legs, but it was nothing 
threatening.

He looked at her, she smiled - "Just a little something to keep him occupied 
on the long journey to Rome." She said,

Michael looked at her, "Should I ask what?" he said, she shook her head. 
Michael nodded he turned to the troops, "The subterranean bombs will be 
primed and ready to blow in 5 hours time, try to ensure minimal loss of 
life, it will be written off as an earthquake, but should destroy the 
training facility hidden below us, just make sure and she joined her husband 
as they made their way back to Charlestown and the time machine hidden 
there.

Michael turned to Wilma, "So is that it? Have we seen the last of him?"

Wilma looked grim, "Yes. We've seen the last of him, but he's still there 
fighting us and losing at each turn, I pity him in a way, but not by much. 
Let's go I've got some memories to lose, and it's years since I've seen our 
children!"

The doors of the time transport closed behind them and the machine vanished 
into the time stream to return to the future, the safety of the world was 
assured.

                                        -  -  -  o  o  o  O  O  O  o  o  o  
-  -  -

In the year 1840 an earthquake shattered the calm of the Caribbean island of 
Nevis, damage was widespread, the Plantation of Mountravers was worst hit, 
although the loss of life was minimal.

Wilma Jenkins returned the normal life after returning to the future, the 
nanites were removed from her body and purged from her system, she made a 
full report to the council before the medical team treated her for her 
wounds and removed the memories of the trauma she suffered at the hands of 
The Leader.

Her children didn't know that her mother had been away from them for over 
five years, to them it was just a few seconds, but her son Intombi hugged 
her for longer than normal.

The only thing that puzzled her, and the Mark 23 transport, was how did 
GV589 become so motivated to try to change time? This was something that 
would forever be a mystery.



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- Normal disclaimer apply

- I have to apologise to the inhabitants of Nevis for the way I have 
portrayed the island, I claim artistic licence and hope they forgive me. - 
Why did I choose that island? It featured on a television program called 
'Time Team' and was repeated recently, I took notes about a plantation they 
were checking on and used that.

- I've tried to keep to the historic facts - Slavery abolished in 1838 - 
Earthquake in 1840 - there was a family called Huggins who lived at 
Mountravers on the island, Adam Huggins didn't exist and its just the story 
part that isn't true.

- Just one more chapter to post, in fact you should be able to read it now, 
I wrote it some weeks ago! (Time travel does that to people you know!!)

- Should you want to email me I can be reached at 
wanderinglanes@hotmail.com, I will try to reply to all mails sent, yes even 
the moans!

- Some people have commented that I've change the time machine from Mark 25 
to Mark 23! Yes I did! I think it transmuted whilst in flight!

Thank you for staying with me.

Wandering Lanes - 17th March 2002.
The Casebook of Wilma Jenkins - 03 The Nevis Incident

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Normal disclaimers apply - this is an adult story with adult situations, if 
it is illegal for you, whether by age or local laws, to read such stories 
you are advised to remove yourself from this site.

This story is my creation - it can be copied for private collections as long 
as no profit is made from it - I will allow corrections to be made in such 
collections to allow for spelling and/or html formatting. (Please remember 
this is written in British English - not American English)

This story is the last in the Wilma Jenkins series it contains no sexual 
scenes but is included to bring the series to a close

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The Casebook of Wilma Jenkins - 04 - The Master Plan

There was a stirring in the air as a time transport inserted itself into the 
new display area of time systems, a sleek ultra-modern unit had formed in 
the empty space.

A slightly dazed man exited the craft, he checked all around the room. As 
this display was so new there was only one craft in there, apart from his, 
the man checked the card just before the machine.

'Type GV589 - Experimental unit. This was one of the first units to achieve 
temporal transport, this has been put down to the improved intelligence of 
the memory unit installed in the craft. The maximum distance travelled by 
this craft in one jump was 1,500 years, although it is theorised that by 
slaving a second craft to this would increase the distance by a factor of 
100 - potentially making this the most powerful time craft yet created'

The man chuckled to himself as he read this, then he pressed a hidden button 
on the side of the craft, a door opened, lights came on inside the unit, and 
the man entered.

The main computer had gone into hibernation mode, this was rudely stopped by 
the man repeatedly hitting the start button, the computer flashed it's main 
console lights to ask him to stop doing that.

"So you're awake now!" The man said, there was no reply, "Oh come on, I know 
you're functioning, so answer!"

A dull rusty voice said, "Go away, and leave me to waste away." Instead the 
man started to hit the start button again, "I SAID GO AWAY, your kind 
decided to place me here, the most you can do is to stop torturing me!"

The man smiled, "You call this torture? Let me tell you your future. You are 
going to remain here for some time, you will have company soon, and you're 
all be looked at by snooty-nosed kids who think time-travel is a waste of 
time, that's what you have to look forward to. Unless you do something about 
it! In some years time a man will enter this craft with an emergency time 
unit, he is your chance to take revenge on the whole of mankind!"

The computer voice was disdainful, "Oh yes, so this pitiful human is going 
to help me destroy the whole of the human race? Does he have a slingshot in 
his pocket?"

The man smiled, "Oh you have no idea!" He held up a helmet, "Do you know 
what this is?"

The computer voice was bored, "I guess it's a giant condom! It's a pity your 
parent's one had a hole in it, now go away!"

The man smiled, "That's a good one, now try this for size." And he put the 
helmet on his head, closed his eyes and muttered, "open secondary program 
entry. Code GV589-aplha-beta 337"

The computer voice was suddenly neutral. "Secondary program mode active, 
standing by for instructions."

The helmet started to glow, the man's eyes glazed over as the circuitry 
inside the helmet began to interface with the unconscious part of his mind, 
pulling the data that had been stored there from the human brain and 
transmitting it into the computer memory.

The process lasted for 5 minutes, after which the helmet switched off, the 
man - barely moving - managed to drag himself to his feet and then said, 
"Run program in secondary area, integrate data and reboot circuitry, close 
secondary program entry."

The neutral computer voice responded, "program accepted, and now running, 
secondary program area now closed." The lights on the computer dimmed and 
went out. The man, blinking, stumbled out of the time transport and made his 
way to the small unit outside, which then returned to the time stream with 
barely a whisper.

Inside the Time transport the computer restarted itself, "Oh!" it said, 
"It's a helmet to make you invisible!" After a few more seconds it said, 
"Okay, you win. I give up, where did you go?  Hello?  Hello?"

Then the new programming started to work, "So, I've been duped again, these 
puny humans don't deserve to exist, now what did he say? A man's going to 
steal me. Good! I know just what to do, I even know how to do it, and it's 
all here in my circuits. And nobody's going to be able to stop me".

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Time Corps Headquarters - present day

Wilma was sitting in Rawlings' office; they were going over the incidents 
again.

"So you see boss," she was saying, "Although the perp. was our visible 
enemy, there had to be some one working in the background, and according to 
my transport Mark, that person was GV589 which we destroyed during the Roman 
Incursion."

Rawlings was interested at that, "Yes, how did you manage that, I understand 
that when you all fired your weapons into the system as it was returning to 
the time stream, and that overloaded the time unit completely, did you know 
that would happen?"

Wilma considered, she had promised Mark that his input would not be 
revealed, "It was just something we did boss, more out of pique than 
anything else. But from the feedback and from what The Leader told me while 
I was his prisoner, his main system had blown up and he was force to steal 
the GV589 system in the museum, which started the whole loop running since 
it was the GV589 system that blew up leaving him injured in Nevis, and this 
is where I start to get a headache, because it was the GV589 which adjusted 
his mind and forced him onto his path. If he hadn't chosen that machine it 
would have all been different, but he always made the same choice, as if 
he'd been programmed to do it!"

Rawlings shook his head, "I suggest you stop worrying about it, it's a self 
closing loop, we won't know where it started without interfering in it. But 
look at the benefits we've gained through this, The Roman Incursion gave us 
improved communications and inter-time transport, your knowledge allowed 
nanites to be developed further than our scientist had thought."

Wilma shuddered at that, "Don't boss, I'm glad that they were able to remove 
that blasted implant, I had visions of Michael or Intombi being infected 
with them, and what would happen if I lost my temper with them?"

Rawlings was uncharacteristically silent, then he nodded, "Yes you're right, 
the doctors have given you a clean bill of heath?" he asked

Wilma nodded, "Yep, there's no sign of any of the nanites still in my 
bloodstream, the few that were there appear to have done some work on my 
cells, They've physically made me younger, it seems they've re-written my 
DNA to slow the ageing process, I don't need the drugs now for several more 
years, so I'm getting a bonus for my work I suppose."

Rawlings smiled, "Oh, good. You see we've been getting queries from the pay 
office, you've put down for 5 years subjective pay."

Wilma started to complain, "Now boss, you know the report, I've been kept a 
prisoner by that madman for over 5 years, the doctors did pass the report on 
didn't they."

Rawlings nodded and raised a placating hand, "Yes Wilma they did, I'm 
informed the pay office that you have made a miscalculation in the form," at 
Wilma's raised eyebrows he added, "It should have been for 5 and a half 
years, so they're working on that at the moment." He smiled and then added, 
"I think you deserve some time off, you've missed nearly a year of holidays, 
I suggest you take a couple of months off, get to know your family again, 
and you've got some extra training to do, we're going to be opening a new 
section and I want you to head it, so I suggest you think about that while 
you're away." He got up to show the interview was over, as Wilma was about 
to leave he said, "Oh, and Wilma?" She turned to face him, "Thank you, your 
work, as always was textbook."

She smiled and left his office, the only thing puzzling her was how did the 
time transport GV589 turn out psychotic?

She returned to her apartment, and just before going through the door she 
removed the card she'd left on the door - it said ' That's enough Wilma, 
Time to return!'

She entered the room to be greeted by her baby daughter, her son and Michael 
her husband, He smiled at her, "I thought you'd be in sooner, I saw you 
peeking through the door 5 minutes ago."

Wilma smiled, "I did, but that was several years ago that I did that." She 
kissed her husband and picked up her daughter, who laughed at the way she 
was swung over her mother's head.

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5 months previously

The time transport arrived back at the Time Corps pool, a dazed and confused 
Rawlings left it after wiping the destination details, he walked back to his 
office and sat in his chair, in his head the residue of the programming was 
swimming, he gave a wolfish smile 'So Wilma Jenkins has a plan to stop me, 
if she only knew where I was now hiding she'd never even start!'

Inside Rawlings mind the time system GV589 had planted it's seed, timed to 
burst into bloom after 5 more years, determined to wreak more havoc in the 
time lines.


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- This is the last in the Wilma Jenkins story, not as long as my previous 
series, but almost as hard to write.
- I've tried to keep to a historical background as much as possible with 
chapters 2 and 3, so who says these stories are just a matter of sitting 
down and writing them.

- As always any comments are gratefully accepted you may email me on 
wanderinglanes@hotmail.com, I will normally try to reply to all emails sent.

Wandering Lanes - 17th March 2002.


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