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These are the journals of Darian Lambert, Captain, Fugitive Retrieval

.D.

2193.

Repeating first call, all runners support the starting line.

Coach, coach, we just lost our runner for the next race.

What happened? Tommy just blew his lunch out behind the bleachers. Leave it to

Tommy. So what do we do, forfeit?

He's been in a truck.

Peterman? Oh, you've got to be kidding. He wouldn't even try out for the team.

No one will know that unless you keep shouting.

Bob, that kid is from another planet. You know it, and I know it.

When are you going to give up on him?

Tell the starter we need a five -minute delay.

William?

Tommy's been sidelined with stomach problems.

I need to sub for the next event.

How many times do I have to tell you? I can't run.

Of course you can't. You've got the legs. I saw it the other day at the

Forget about the quarry. Just pretend it never happened.

I know you can do this, Billy. Why won't you try?

My name is William.

Don't ever call me Billy.

I'm sorry.

I meant William.

Look, Mr. Myers, I just wish you'd leave me alone.

William, this isn't about winning or losing.

It's about living up to your full potential as a human being.

Never mind.

Forget I even asked.

Wait a minute.

In the 22nd century, my captain had been a track star at the academy, running

the 100 meters in 8 .6 seconds.

Perhaps that is why he took such an interest in the case of William

William Peterman just broke the world record.

It began in the future.

A scientist turning to evil.

A time machine called TRAX.

Criminals who vanish and align with the mission.

He has one weapon and a computer.

Named Summer.

Good morning, Captain Lambert. With him, he will travel to a time more innocent

than his own.

Now he is among us.

A special breed of man.

A hunter.

Traveling through our world.

Searching for fugitives from his own.

Knowing he cannot go home.

until he has found them all.

His name is Darian Lambert.

And this is his story.

The captain and I were following the trail of a fugitive into the American

Midwest. The captain had acquired a vehicle which he called Harley.

That your Harley?

Sort of.

It's a rental.

My ex had a Harley.

Never could resist a guy with jewel exhaust and oversized carburetors.

Have the breakfast special, pigs in a blanket.

Can I get back to you on that?

Sure. You can get back to me on anything you want.

Selma, can you help me out here?

Pigs in a blanket. A colloquial expression describing a tube of pork

wrapped in a pancake and smothered in maple syrup.

Oh, cholesterol ink and carbo juice.

And now for the Duckworth Sports Val of the Day.

We go to Creston for the regional middle school track meet.

Clarence Delmar of Creston provided us with home video highlights of the 100

-meter sprint.

According to Delmar, Bob Myers, the coach of the host school, Clock 13 -year

-old William Peterman at 8 .86 seconds.

That's right, 8 .86 seconds.

8 .86?

That's close to the world record set by Ulysses Weatherall in 2186.

Within .74 seconds, to be exact.

No kid from the 20th century could run that fast.

But the tape proves he did.

Some of the tape was in slow motion.

By adjusting the vertical interval to a ratio of 2 fields per frame and 30

frames per second... I was able to verify the actual time of the race, 8

seconds.

You're sure?

Captain, please.

Are you suggesting he's not from the 20th century?

A distinct possibility.

Does the name Peterman appear on the fugitive list?

Negative, Captain.

What about missing persons, juvenile?

Also negative.

So, Mr. Biker Man, going to have them pigs?

How far to Creston?

So, 40 miles south on Highway 33.

Can't miss you.

Thank you.

Which way to the school?

Right turn on Main Street. And, Captain, you are entering a residential

district. So?

So you are exceeding the speed limit by 46 .9 miles per hour.

Can't help it, Selma.

I'm on a Harley.

A real Harley.

I haven't had this much fun since the first time that I drove a hovercraft.

Captain, if this vehicular love affair continues, you would be well advised to

purchase a crash helmet.

Coach Myers, I understand you've got a talented runner on your hands.

You heard wrong.

I saw it on TV.

The Duckworth Sports File of the Day, and you know it was all a big mistake.

A mistake?

My stopwatch wasn't working right. It was about four seconds off. I didn't

notice at first.

Mr. Myers, I ran that videotape through a special computer.

It verified the race time at 8 .86 seconds.

They got computers for that now?

Where I come from, they've got computers for everything.

Who are you?

Darian Lambert.

I recruit athletes for West Point.

Mr. Lambert, do me a favor.

Just go away. Forget about the whole thing.

Kid breaks a world record and you want me to forget about it?

Look, this is confidential, okay?

Okay.

William doesn't want me to tell anybody about it. He made me promise to deny it.

That doesn't make any sense.

William doesn't make any sense. He's a puzzle with many wonderful pieces. They

just don't fit together right.

Tell me about it.

He's the smartest kid I ever met, not to mention the fastest.

Every now and then you see flashes of real brilliance. I don't know, maybe

genius.

And then he retreats into a shell.

Well, yesterday I got him to come out of his shell, right out into the sun for 8

.86 breathtaking seconds.

But now he's gone back into his shell and slipped away from me.

You really care about him, don't you? I do. I want the best for William. But I

just don't know how to get through to him.

Maybe I could help.

How?

Well, I think Billy and I have a lot in common.

You see, I know what it feels like to be a stranger in a strange land.

Well, you know your science fiction.

Williams read that one five times.

The bell rings in ten minutes.

If I were you, I'd wait by the south door.

And Mr. Lambert, don't call him Billy.

Okay.

I don't talk to strangers.

Hey, I'm a big fan of yours.

Madonna has fans. Michael Jordan has fans.

I'm just an eighth grade student.

With the acceleration ability of a Maserini.

You mean Maserati.

So the race on TV, it was quite a performance you gave. What's your

The other kids were real slow. They just made me look fat.

Not true. I have a copy of the tape. I ran it through a special computer.

Look, mister, you got me mixed up with somebody else. Why don't you just buzz

off?

Wait a minute!

I told you you were fast.

No one's ever been able to keep up with me before.

You haven't met me before.

Are you a pro, Jock?

I ran at the academy.

What was your best event?

The 800 -meter sprint.

800 meters?

How could anyone sprint that far?

Seems to me we just did.

Come on, champ.

Let's walk and talk.

Jesse Owens used to say that.

Jesse Owens was a little before your time.

I read a lot.

Bet you remember everything you've ever read.

So what do you recommend?

Go ahead. I can afford it.

I've always wanted to try a cobalt blue snow cone.

That's about 50.

Hold on to this, will you?

A good poker hand.

Poker?

A straight.

The number on the card.

5 -4 -1 -2 -3 -4 -5 -6 -7 -8 -9 -0 -1 -2 -3 -4.

Good. You memorized it.

Yeah. I do it for fun.

Want to see what I got?

Sure. It's an Olympic trading card. See? Carl Lewis.

Very nice.

That's very impressive.

I could beat him, couldn't I?

Without breaking a sweat.

Here you go.

Oh.

So, who are you really?

My name's Darian Lambert.

I travel all over the country looking for talented people like you.

I'm only 13.

It's never too early to start thinking about your future.

That's why I'd like to meet your mom and dad.

I don't have a mom.

She died when I was born.

How about your dad? Is he home?

My dad works real late.

Sometimes he doesn't come home at all.

Listen, I better get going. I got lots of homework to do.

Thanks for the snow cone.

No problem.

Tell your dad I'd like to meet him.

Tell me about William Peterman.

All vital signs consistent with the evolved genetics of the 22nd century.

Do you manage to get a DNA profile?

Affirmative, Captain.

Scanning in progress.

Dad, I didn't know you were home.

I was forced, much against my will, to cut the trip short.

Why?

Loved you on TV, Billy boy.

Your little exhibition made the six o 'clock news all over the stage. I can

explain. I'm listening.

I didn't want to run, but Mr.

Meyer asked me to do it.

As a favor.

Mr. Myers.

Is he the one that keeps dead frogs in jars of formaldehyde?

Why do you hate Mr. Myers?

Because he keeps interfering with my family.

It was just one race, Dad. Why do you have to get so upset?

I've told you a thousand times, Billy boy.

You never draw attention to yourself!

People around here think we're strange no matter what.

They hate us, son.

You just let it be.

But I know I can make friends if I just... As long as you're living under

roof, you do exactly as I say.

But, Dad, I'm fast and I'm smart.

What's wrong with that?

Why shouldn't I let anybody know?

Because you're a freak, Billy boy.

Damn it, Dad, don't say that. Freak of nature.

Regular sideshow like a two -headed calf in a carnival. Please don't say that.

And if I let people find out about it, they're going to be lined up buying

tickets.

Prying into my business.

Now, I can't have that now, can I? Why can't I just live my life?

I'm sorry, Dad.

I'm really sorry.

It won't happen again.

Well, Billy boy, I'm sorry, too.

But sorry just doesn't help.

Please don't hurt me.

Because of incomplete data, I cannot trace William's DNA imprint to its

source.

At this point, we can't link him to any known fugitive.

That is correct.

But we do know he was born in the 22nd century. At least his parents were.

There is one other possibility.

Genetic mutation.

The human race had to begin evolving at some point. Perhaps William Peterman is

the missing link.

Mr. Lambert.

If you're waiting for William, forget it. It was a no -show for school today.

I saw him yesterday. He seemed fine. Well, obviously, today he's not so fine.

Maybe he's sick. Have you called his house?

Mr. Lambert, I've told you. This kid's as changeable as the wind.

You made that very clear yesterday.

What on earth did you say to him?

That's between William and me.

You son of a bitch. I never should have trusted you.

Hold on.

According to you, William had big personal problems before I ever came to

And now you've made them worse.

You don't know that.

Look, I know you're concerned about William. I care about him, too.

And if I said or did anything to offend him, well, I'll straighten it out.

That may not be as easy as you think.

Excuse me.

Do Petermans live here?

Jason ain't home.

Actually, I'm looking for William.

You a truant officer?

No. No, no.

You a friend of Jason's?

No, not a chance.

Then try to swim in, Hobo.

With an arm like that, maybe you should consider football instead of track.

William, what happened?

I got into a fight at school.

It was just there. You didn't go to school today.

Who did this to you?

I broke the rules.

Your father?

It was all my fault.

I knew I wasn't supposed to attract attention, but I did it anyway.

William, it's not your fault.

No matter how many rules you broke, parents who beat their children are just

sick people.

But Dad just loses his temper sometimes.

He's really a nice guy, honest.

He is.

11 right.

My dad says I'm a freak.

Am I?

William, people use ugly words for beautiful things.

Where I come from, freak is slang for extraordinary.

People special for their times.

You ever heard of Mozart?

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart?

Yeah, that's the guy.

Of course.

The Jupiter Symphony.

It's my favorite piece of music.

I would have taken you for a rock and roller.

Well, I like that, too.

But Mozart.

He managed to combine passion with perfect symmetry.

You know, I have the Jupiter Symphony on tape.

Sometimes at night I put on my Walkman and turn up the sound real loud.

I mean, real loud.

Until it's almost deafening.

And when it gets to the crescendo and the third movement, I close my eyes.

I can almost feel gravity give way.

What I wouldn't give to write a piece of music like that someday.

Maybe you will.

Of course, I also want to play for the NFL, discover a new element, and argue a

case before the Supreme Court.

Well, maybe you'll do it all.

I don't think so.

My dad would go bananas.

William, do you know how old... Mozart was when he started writing music.

He was three.

And he was five when he gave his first public performance.

Well, he was a child prodigy.

That's right.

People who do remarkable things when they're very young are not freaks.

You're saying that maybe I'm a prodigy?

I wouldn't be at all surprised.

You know, I have this fantasy sometimes that I'm a superhero from another

planet.

I know, it sounds silly.

They even dream about it at night.

It doesn't sound silly at all.

In a dream, I live in a place where the automobiles hover above the ground.

Like a hummingbird over a honeysuckle vine.

And all the buildings are made of glass?

Yeah.

Tell me some more.

There's a beautiful lady in the dream.

She smells like warm cinnamon toast.

She takes me to this special place.

It must be a library because it's filled with books.

It's like no other library that I've ever seen before.

It's divided into four different sections.

Each one is round and sits on an arm that extends from a central stem, like

branches on a tree.

There's a tall spire that goes up in the center, sparkles like sunlight on

water.

And it's so tall, at the very, very top of it.

disappears into the clouds.

Does it look something like this?

That's it.

That's the building.

How did you know?

Maybe we have the same dreams.

It's getting cold.

Better go.

with my son.

Take it easy, Mr. Peterman.

He was just giving me a ride home. That's all. Get over here.

I don't know who the hell you are, but you stay away from my son.

You! If you ever wander off like that again, I'm going to break your arm. Dad,

you're hurting me. Mr. Peterman, it was my fault. Please, don't do that.

Stay out of this.

I said don't do that.

Oh, who's going to stop me?

You know that Billy boy? He says he's gonna stop me.

The

Great

Equalizer. Dad, what are you doing?

Well, I'm the one giving the orders.

Walk over there.

You're making a mistake.

Dad, he's my friend. Please don't shoot him.

No one interferes with my family.

So, if this is a wake -up call, tell me what day it is. Captain, you have been

unconscious for three hours. I thought it was time you rejoined the land of the

living.

I'm having a little trouble focusing right now.

How about visual mode?

What the hell happened?

You were cold -cocked by Jason Peterman.

Cold -cocked?

Where did you get that expression?

A colourful bit of 20th century slang, meaning to be rendered unconscious.

First used by former Pinkerton detective Dashiell Hammett in his classic

novel... Let's skip the literary lesson, okay, Selma?

The important thing is that Jason Peterman has a bad temper and a big

and he's got William.

Captain, your concern for the boy is admirable. However, child welfare does

fall within the parameters of your assignment.

It does if William's father's one of the fugitives.

As I explained previously, I was unable to trace William's DNA imprint to its

parental origin.

Well, then let's go right to the source.

I'm sorry, Captain. I do not understand.

Well, before I got cold -cocked, I did manage to get in one good punch.

What does that look like to you?

Jason Peterman's blood.

Oh, you're good, Selma.

Okay.

Give me a DNA profile. Run it against the fugitive list.

DNA profile scanning.

Type 2YRX27. Cross -reference with CIB fugitive list and... Captain, we have a

match.

Projector?

James Cantrell, alias John Crescent.

Alias Jason.

Convicted in the 22nd century on seven counts of armed robbery and one count of

murder. Who did he kill?

A security guard at the First World Bank in Washington City.

And what about William? How does he fit in?

A few months after his conviction, Crescent, a .k .a. Peterman, escaped

prison, kidnapped his son from his estranged wife and disappeared.

How old was William then?

Two years, 11 months and 14 days. I would account for the memories.

Captain, I wish to make an apology.

You what?

Until this point, I assumed your interest in William was motivated

sentimentalism. Now I see it was professional as well.

Some, I accept your apology.

We all make mistakes.

Misjudgment.

I don't understand.

Why do we have to move again?

I like it here. Should have thought of that before.

I promise, Dad, I'll be good.

I won't cause any more trouble. Too late, Billy boy.

Screwed up.

Damage is done.

Go get your things.

Step it up.

I've got a schedule to keep.

Where did you get this?

Darian drew it for me.

Darian?

The guy with the motorcycle.

Who is he? What does he want from you?

He's a college recruiter.

He wants to meet my family.

What did you tell him?

Nothing. You're lying, Billy!

Now you tell me what you said to him!

I told him about my dreams.

The ones with the weird building and the cars that fly.

Darian said he had the same dream. He drew me the picture to prove it.

No idea what you've done.

Go on, get out of here.

Yes, Selma?

I have a report on William's mother.

Go ahead.

She is alive and well and living in Washington City. She is 36 years of age,

good health, and apparently never gave up hope of finding her son.

How do you know?

For the last ten years, Catherine Belmont has visited the Bureau of

Persons on the first Monday of every month.

Amazing.

We should have gotten here sooner.

Make sure I drew the World Central Library.

Jason must have seen it.

Then he knows you two are a time traveler.

Yeah.

Visual mode.

Do a room scan.

Judging by the number of electrical ions in motion, I would estimate that the

room had been vacated within the last ten minutes.

But where to?

I suggest that refuse piece of carbon may hold a clue.

Four pairs of numbers.

Written on a bank deposit slip. What does that suggest to you?

Grand larceny.

Let's go.

Stay in the car.

You told me I was a freak.

I did what was necessary.

Necessary?

All my life you made me feel like a toad living under a rock.

But it wasn't me. It didn't have anything to do with me.

I couldn't very well have my son winning scholarships and breaking records.

So you screwed up my life?

I'm sorry, Billy.

It had to be that way.

Even officer.

What are you folks doing out so late?

Well, my son and I were just passing through town and I tried to squeeze one

many miles from that last gallon of gas.

That your vehicle?

Yes, sir.

She's bought and paid for it.

I don't suppose there's an online gas station around anywhere.

You got some ID?

Driver's license. Okay.

This license is expired.

Really?

Well, I have to take care of that in the morning. I'm sorry, Mr. Peterman.

I'm going to have to call this one in.

I can't let you do that.

Stupid bastards.

You killed him.

Law of survival, Billy boy.

Kill or be killed.

Come on. We've got work to do.

What is it, Selma?

Captain, I would like to point out you have no previous experience with this

type of firearm.

Well, there's a first time for everything.

You got most of it?

You're a cop after all.

Captain Darien Lambert, fugitive retrieval section.

I should have known.

You've got Academy written all over your face.

And you're an escaped fugitive, Jason. I've come to send you back.

Great equalizer. Now drop it.

Drop it!

Guess you haven't had much experience with firearms.

What makes you say that?

Your gun's on safety.

Now you breathe!

Looks as if you'll be the one making the unscheduled trip.

Bon voyage, Captain Lambert.

You like my kid a lot, don't you, Lambert?

Yes. Well, I do too.

But he's dead. If you don't back off!

You leave William here, you can go.

I give you my word.

What?

And give up my insurance policy?

What kind of a clink do you think I am?

I'll be all right, Jerry.

You're not going to get far.

I'll catch you sooner or later!

Don't count on it.

Get in the car!

Estimate police arrival in 93 seconds.

We're lucky that alarm went off. I triggered it electronically.

You did?

If you think my action was unauthorized.

No. No, so my initiative.

It's a very good thing.

What are you doing?

Getting rid of that bastard once and for all.

You're gonna run him over.

You can't kill him. Let go of the wheel.

Damn it, I said let go. Stop it.

Selma? Where's my PPT?

Attached to your motorcycle key ring.

What do we do?

I suggest reflective frequency mode.

Time's running out, Lambert!

Want to say your prayers, Captain?

Very considerate.

Would you mind if I use my Selma?

In what?

Hold on. Hold it.

Just this. Hold it.

Hold it, hold it.

It's a guardian of everything I hold dear.

If you've got one ounce of decency, you let me here.

Clean.

Happy to oblige.

Right here.

Goodbye, Lambert.

It's all right.

Okay? It's all right.

Last night in the bank, you told my father you were going to send him back.

The system allows for one return trip per customer.

Then you could send me back.

It's up to you.

I don't know.

What are people like in the future?

A lot like you and me.

A little smarter, a little faster.

So if I went back, I wouldn't be a prodigy anymore?

I'd just be an ordinary kid?

100 meters in 8 .86 seconds isn't ordinary in any century.

Are you just saying that?

When we raced the other day, who was ahead?

You let me win.

Hey, Nenecito, I was West Point champion in 2179. I have never thrown a race in

my life.

Okay, I'm sorry.

Do they have hamburgers in the 22nd century?

I think junk food was outlawed in 2157.

But they do have something that you don't have here.

Remember the pretty lady in your dream?

The one who smelled like warm cinnamon toast?

Yeah.

That's your mother, William.

Your mother?

Her name is Catherine.

She'd be waiting for you if you decided to go.

How would you arrange that?

It's easy.

I use my phone card.

Selma.

Washington Post classified.

Washington Post classified.

Would you like to place an ad?

Go ahead.

DL to Track Central.

Contact Catherine Belmont of N Street, Washington City, and tell her.

Tell her that her son is coming home.

He said 10 -4.

How does that work?

First, I inject you with a small chemical pellet.

Will it hurt?

No more than a mosquito on a hot summer day.

Will I ever see you again?

Who knows?

I'd sure like to be there when you break Weatherall's 100 -meter record.

You gonna call yourself Belmont or Peter?

I'm gonna call myself Lambert.

After my best friend.