The P. P. A. Project

Chapter Nineteen - Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

Chapter Nineteen – Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

I sat at the end of the long white and silver conference room inside of the base silent. The twins were to my right and Marx was to my left. At the end of the table sat Connor as Casey stood by the door with his arms crossed over his suit.

It was a rather awkward situation to have been in. And to prove it I’d bitten every last single fingernail I’d had until it was just a stub. A little bloody stub on my hand.

I am getting too old for this crap.

“I…” Instantly I was cut off.

“Chief is going to kill us. This wasn’t part of the plan. We are altering history!” Marx shouted with a slam of the fist onto the table. I jumped but Connor remained at the end of the table unmoved, hands crossed on top of the table, eyes still wide in amazement with the things he’d just seen.

The best part was that he didn’t seem scared. He actually seemed… content.

“Not our history.” I commented.

Their heads all shot in my direction again. I rolled my eyes. I guess enough of my independent study of time travel out of shear nerdy curiosity was about to pay off.

I leaned forward, very professional, and cleared my throat.

“The world we are altering is an alternate plane. You can’t actually travel backwards in your same plane because you can’t change the actions of your time. While we can go back and view the things that have happened we are only altering the outcome of a different plane.”

They remained silent again. The twins had a smile on their faces as I finished and Casey let out a sigh. Marx just sat back frustrated. I was pretty sure he was going to kill me.

“That is stupid.” Marx commented. I snorted.

“Is not!”

“Is so!” He retorted back. I shook my head and stood.

“I don’t have to stand for this.”

“But you just did.”

“Ugh…” I sat back down.

In that moment, the door to the room opened and Chandu, or Chief walked in. He had the same emotionless, stern face. Everyone sat up straight, including Connor, as he walked around the table to where I sat. I motioned to stand but he shook his head so I sat back in the semi-uncomfortable metal chair.

“This was not our ide…”

He shook his head as Marx spoke. We were all wondering what it was he was thinking. Maybe he would take the pleasure in finally killing me off. I wouldn’t have put it past any of them at this point.

“We know where your parents are.”

Both Connor and myself jumped out of our seats and shouted, “Where?”

“Who is this?” Chandu asked. The twins and Casey bowed their heads as Marx jolted up now.

“She did it!”

Chief only had to take one look at the boy before letting it register where… or when… he was from. Connor circled the table and got into Chief’s face. There was absolutely no resemblance of fear in his eyes.

“Where are they?”

“You shouldn’t be here.” Chief commented. Connor shook his head.

“The Alexander family is just as dear, if not more so, to me than any of you with the exception of their daughter here. I may not know fully what is going on but I know that nobody was stopping me from coming here to help.”