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

.D.

2193.

Morning.

I want you to move real slow.

That's it.

Now take off that hood. Let's get a look at you.

Wow.

This is Casey at the Tassler Gallery.

We got a B &E in progress.

Send a car.

Freeze!

My thoughts exactly.

I got it.

Is it perfect?

Yep.

It's beautiful.

Thanks, Dr. Zombie. It's a pleasure doing business with you, too.

It began in the future.

A time machine called Trax.

Criminals who vanish.

And a lawman who must pursue into the past.

Now he's among us.

A special breed of man.

He has one weapon and a computer named Selma.

Good morning, Captain Lambert.

With her, he will travel 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.

One of my captain's pleasures in the 20th century was his weekly trip to

his provisions.

I would advise purchasing a copy of the American Tatler.

Do you want to read about Elvis sightings?

I will explain later.

Okay.

Hi. Hi.

You read the Tatler?

No, I don't read the Tatler. I just picked it up for... Oh, I love the

It's a lot more fun to read than the post.

It can be very entertaining.

It sure can.

Men generally don't appreciate it.

You must be very sensitive.

I've been told I'm a very sensitive kind of guy.

I've been told I'm a very sensitive kind of guy.

Give me a break, Selma. This man -woman thing is not easy.

Apparently not.

It is moments of awkward interaction like that when I'm thankful I'm a

I wouldn't exactly call it awkward.

Selma, what did you have me spend a buck and a half on this rank for?

Oh, I believe you will find the article on page seven most illuminating.

I am pregnant with a Venusian love child?

The article on the left column.

Art Gallery guard sickle. That's the one.

I was frozen stiff at the Tassler.

Beautiful woman when they were young, but... Selma, it sounds like this guard

was hit with an FFT.

Yes, Captain.

I thought the possible use of a spontaneous freezing device would be of

interest.

Can you access the New Orleans police files on this case?

Scanning.

Accessed. Would you care for a projection?

Yeah. Let's see what you've got.

Late last Wednesday evening, a burglar broke into the Tassler Gallery in New

Orleans and stole this extremely valuable statue.

It was part of the Ramsey's third collection, which is on tour throughout

country.

How did the burglar get in?

Through the skylight.

What about the guard?

Patrick Casey.

He was hired as additional security while the Ramsey's collection was at the

gallery.

In this article, he said the burglar was a woman who shot... him with some kind

of ray gun.

Which corresponds to the statement he gave to the police.

His employers call the statement ridiculous.

They claim he fell asleep on the job and made up the entire story.

As a result, he has been suspended.

Well, didn't he have any evidence?

Like, wasn't he freezing cold when they found him? If the SFD had been set on

wide band, he could have been hit with just enough intensity to make him black

out and give him a case of the chills.

And project.

It's been a while since we visited New Orleans.

Yeah? Mr. Casey, my name is Daniel Lang. I'm an investigator with Cardinal

Insurance. We hold a policy on the Ramsey's exhibit, and I'd like to ask

few questions.

I already talked to the cops.

My company has substantially more at stake than the police, sir. If you would

just give me a few minutes.

Come on in.

Thank you.

Sit down.

I've been reading about you.

You mean that article in the Tadler?

It's quite a story.

And every word is true.

You described the burglar as a beautiful woman.

But the police report said that they had no clues as to the perp's identity.

That's because after I ID'd her... The cops told me I was crazy.

That's the lady who robbed the gallery.

Marie Fontaine.

It says here the picture was taken at a charity banquet last Wednesday night.

The same night as the robbery.

Sounds like a pretty tight alibi.

Now you know why the cops didn't buy my story.

But I swear to you, she's the one I saw.

Right before you were hit with this freezing ray.

I know it sounds crazy, but... Then you saw a bluish light, and you were hit

with a blast of cold air.

Yeah.

Woke up with a metallic taste in your mouth like you've been sucking on a

I forgot all about that until just now.

How did you know?

You've been a tremendous help.

Maybe you could put in a good word with the company.

You know, tell them I wasn't making the whole thing up.

If your story holds, you can count on it.

Selma, give me everything you've got on Marie Fontaine.

Where would you like me to begin, Captain?

I have files on Marie Fontaine from both the 20th century and the 22nd century.

I thought so.

Project information from the 22nd century.

Police files note that Marie Fontaine was suspected of numerous burglaries,

she was never arrested.

It appears that she always had an irrefutable alibi.

No one has an alibi for every occasion.

What else have you got on her?

Unfortunately, all records of her childhood and teenage years have been

Well, it sounds like she's hiding something.

End projection.

Visual mode.

She hasn't broken any laws, yet she runs to the pass in Zombie's time machine,

which may indicate some kind of personal connection between them.

Salma, run a check on all stolen articles from the thefts where Marie

was suspected, and cross -file against the inventory list of items in Zombie's

apartment. Cross -checking.

Dr. Sambi was in possession of seven stolen artifacts from a series of

burglaries, all of which were labeled as Marie Fontaine possibles.

She was working for him in the 22nd century.

Maybe she's working for him here.

I think we should pay her a call.

Captain, I took the liberty of scanning the newspaper accounts of Miss Fontaine

and found that she is due at another charity function this evening.

Good work, Selma.

Now, all I need is a cover.

Actually... All you will need is a tuxedo. I have already arranged for the

Daniel Lang to appear on the guest list.

Daniel Lang.

Boy, smart, son.

Well,

hello. And

you are?

Daniel Lang.

Yes.

Here we are.

A pleasure to meet you.

And thank you so much for your extremely generous donation to the Society.

Oh, I'm always happy to help out.

Thank you.

Okay.

Selma, how much did I donate to the Society?

$10 ,000, Captain.

$10 ,000?

I thought it was a suitable amount to make the proper impression.

What exactly is the Society for a Better Tomorrow?

It is a women's auxiliary unit of NAFA, the National Automatic Firearm

Association.

I gave $10 ,000 to a group of women who want to promote the use of assault

weapons. I'm afraid so, Captain. Okay, that's good.

That's nice.

As long as we're here, let's attend the business.

Miss Fontaine is currently entering the ballroom.

Our hologram doesn't do her justice.

Now all I need is a way to break the ice.

Ice, Captain?

My senses indicate that it is 71 degrees Fahrenheit in this room, far above

freezing. To break the ice, it's a way to approach her.

Another of those man -woman mating rituals.

Something like that.

Soma, that waiter has a gun.

Yes, Captain.

Don't move.

Hold it.

Get in here.

Come on.

Let's have it.

You're

crazy.

I believe this is yours.

Might need a new clasp.

I'm Marie Fontaine.

Daniel Lang.

I don't know how to thank you.

How about dinner?

Someplace where they don't have guns.

I'm having a party tomorrow.

Just a few friends.

It's not another fundraiser for NAFA, is it?

No, no. This is purely for fun.

Count me in.

Hi, Marie. How are you?

So, any indication on how Marie Fontaine gets her money?

She isn't a thief. She has a very good broker.

I have scanned her records, Captain.

While there is no source of income indicated, she does have a balance of

million dollars in her bank account.

Enjoying the party?

This is quite a place.

Let me show you around.

My favorite spot, the rose garden.

I come here to get away from it all.

I love roses.

Like people, they're very diverse.

Each one has its own special quality that makes it unique.

Some are particularly fragrant, like this Crimson Glory.

It's very nice.

Some are very fragile, like the Tiffany.

And others, like this Mount Shasta, are quite hardy.

Are you all right?

I never got a chance to properly thank you for saving me last night.

It was a pleasure.

What is it?

I've just remembered something I have to attend to.

It won't take me but a minute. You can wait for me right here.

Actually, I have to be going.

But we're just getting to know each other.

When will I see you again?

Soon.

I promise.

So, we have to determine whether Marie...

was responsible for the theft of the statue, or if the guard was making the

story up.

I thought you believed Mr. Casey's story.

I did, until I met Marie.

All my instincts tell me that she's not the type.

Could it be that your judgment is being clouded by your emotional attraction to

this woman?

Emotional attraction?

I detected a marked increase in your heart rate when you and she kissed.

It's only natural.

It doesn't mean that there's anything between us.

If you say so, Captain.

Wait till the party's over, the house is dark, then we'll make our move.

Are you all right?

You got my message?

Yeah, can I keep going down my line?

I thought you needed to cool off a little.

You're wonderful.

I know.

I could feel the passion.

I thought we were getting a little too friendly with this man.

We may share a lot, but please don't get in the middle of my social life.

We are blessed, or cursed, with sharing everything.

From our emotion to our pain.

Your social life is my social life.

Waiting stopped.

You've had your fun.

Now, I'm going back to the party. I still have the house full of cash.

That's why we make such a great team. You take care of the social scene, and I

take care of the business.

I spoke to Zombie.

He's coming by next week to pick up the statue.

Our cut is 500 grand.

And you told him this was absolutely the last time, right?

Well, I know you and I agreed we should quit, but what's the harm?

Sooner or later, this whole thing is going to collapse on us.

We owe Dr. Zombie.

We've repaid our debt to him in two centuries. You want to live in some

prison for the next 20 years?

They'd have to catch me first.

We have a chance for a fresh start, and I'm not going to let Mordecai Zombie

screw it up for us. Marie, the man was like a father to us. He took care of us

when we were born. Without him, we might literally still be connected at the

hip. I know all of that, but we have done over a dozen jobs for him.

We're finished.

Good. Now I'm going to go back downstairs, and you need to get ready

midnight masquerade party at the stand.

The never -ending social calendar of Marie Fontaine.

Come override the alarm.

Someone give me a carbon date scan of anything in this room from the 13th

century B .C.

Scanning.

I'm getting a reading from an article which is hidden behind the west wall.

My sonar transmissions indicate a small recessed panel, approximately 17 inches

to your right.

Open it, Selma.

It would appear that Mr. Casey was telling the truth.

My instincts are very dull.

Perhaps not, Captain.

I've run a scan on the statue, and it reveals a series of fingerprints.

While they're small, indicating a woman's hand, none match the file prints

Marie Fontaine.

How's that possible?

At the very least, she would have left the print when she hid it.

I could have swore I heard something.

You did.

You're lucky I like you and had the setting on low.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be cold.

You'd be dead.

I was really hoping that you'd be innocent.

Don't give up on hope too easily.

I saw your PPT, Mr. Lang.

I think it's time for some answers.

First off, how did you know about the statue?

I read about the break -in at the gallery.

It sounded like someone used an SFD.

So I tracked down the guard.

We had a little conversation.

He showed me a picture.

And then you arranged to meet me at the charity event.

Yes. But I had nothing to do with the gun -toting waiters.

I do appreciate your help.

Now...

What did you want with the statue?

I was hoping I could use it as a bargaining chip with Zombie.

What are you talking about?

I was a cop in the 22nd century.

A cop?

Was a cop.

I ran into a little trouble.

And the department has decided to...

Make an example of me by frying me.

Didn't anyone care about your side of the story?

It didn't matter.

My partner was tied in with the chief.

The whole thing was a very nice little set up.

So, where did Zombie come in?

While I was out on bail, I was contacted by Zombie.

And he told me he could give me a whole new life.

In return for certain favors.

I was facing a life sentence.

I was a very desperate man.

So you made your pact with the devil and now he's calling in his favors.

He contacted me when he arrived here and said he needed money.

He told me if I didn't deliver, he would send me back to the 22nd century.

And you thought if you gave him the statue, you could buy your way out of

debt?

That was my hope.

I mean, obviously, the statue is very valuable.

And I figured you couldn't go to the police once you found out it was

I'm in the same position.

That tattoo is for Zombie.

What I hoped would be a final payment for an old debt.

So, what happens now?

Are you going to turn me over to the police?

I don't think that would solve much.

Our real problem is zombie.

Maybe together we could figure out a solution to that problem.

That sounds like a very good idea.

We'll have time for this later.

Meet me tomorrow night, 8 o 'clock, tribune for dinner.

Go out the way you came in.

I'll see you then.

I got some pretty intense vibes around 1 o 'clock.

Bad dream?

I can't keep anything from you, can I?

We've known that our whole lives, so why try?

We had a break -in last night.

A break -in?

Is anything missing?

He wanted the statue, but I stopped him.

Colt, how would a robber know about the statue?

He knows a lot.

He's from back home.

Did you recognize him?

Daniel Lang.

Oh, the plot thickens.

What did he want with the statue?

Same as us.

A payoff to Zombie. It seems Daniel got into some trouble in the 22nd century

and Zombie gave him a ride in a time machine.

Now he's being squeezed.

Sound familiar?

Does your friend Daniel know about us?

The only one that knows there are two of us is Dr. Zombie.

So?

What are we going to do about Mr. Lang?

Um, actually, I'm... I'm seeing him for dinner tonight.

You what?

You've always been pissed off. The man tries to rob us and you two are going

on a date?

Daniel is a good man. The only reason he went after the statue is because he's

being pushed.

You know what? I don't want to hear the sermon again.

And I don't want to give it.

Did you talk to Zombie?

Mm -hmm.

I told him we were through.

Good.

He asked if we would do him just one last favor.

What kind of favor?

There's an Incan exhibit at the Goodard Museum.

No, it's just a small vase. I've already checked it out, and the security system

there is antiquated, even for the 20th century.

Melissa, the game is over.

Now, Zombie is not going to stop unless we cut him off for good. Now, I want you

to call him and tell him no more favors, no more jobs, no more risks. We're out.

It's time to grow up.

We have a great future, but only if Zombie is not a part of it.

Now, you want to pull another job?

Do it on your own.

I'll move to another city and change my name and I'll start out fresh.

You can't do that.

I'd be lost without you.

Remember that when you talk to Thumbie.

Any luck with those prints you found on the statue?

They do not correlate to any prints on my files from either the 20th or the

centuries. Which leaves a lot of questions unanswered.

What do you think? The green? The blue?

The green shirt is more complementary to your overall skin tone, but the blue

shirt brings out the highlights in your eyes.

Well, the blue it is, then. When there's a lull in the conversation, rely on the

eyes to do the talking.

And you are hoping that your talking eyes will help to answer some of those

questions? That's part of it.

But I'm really hoping that she'll lead me to somebody.

What's mode, Selma?

So how did you get involved with Mosambi?

Uh, it's a long story.

I've got time.

I, um...

was born with a rare blood defect, and the doctors in the enclave said it

treatable and gave me a few months to live.

What about blood transfusion?

Well, because of the defect, I could only receive blood from my birth mother,

and I never knew her.

A day after I was born, she abandoned me.

The more I learn about you...

then you know how it feels.

How did Sombie come into the picture?

Well, as fate would have it, he happened to be giving a lecture at the hospital

where I was being treated, and my doctor mentioned my case, and Dr. Sombie knew

of a highly experimental technique that could save my life.

And ever since that day, he became my guardian angel.

That didn't give him the right to force you into her life.

Oh, it started out so innocently, you know. We asked for a simple favor, and

then one led to two and three, and the favors got more intense.

And I just decided enough wasn't enough.

So have I.

Maybe it would make more of an impact if we approached Zombie together.

That could work.

Do you know where he is?

Yeah, he's coming in town next week.

Perfect.

You just let me know.

I can't wait to get this whole thing behind me.

Marie, what's wrong?

Oh my God.

Marie.

Daniel, I'm sorry. I've got to go.

Where are you going?

I'm sorry. I'll call you.

Marie.

Marie.

It's me.

It's me.

Are you all right?

I hurt my back.

I'll be a little stiff in the morning, but otherwise I'm okay.

Good.

Now let me tell you how damn stupid this was. I thought we agreed we were

finished. We did.

Things changed.

What are you talking about?

I had a little chat with Zombie.

He gave me some insight into your new boyfriend.

Daniel?

What has he got to do with that?

It's not Daniel.

It's Darian.

Darian Lambert, he's a cop from back home.

I know.

He was framed and kicked off the force. He told me all about it.

That's about as far from the truth as you can get.

Captain Lambert was one of the most heavily decorated men in the department.

Why would he lie for the same reason we do?

To fool people.

Captain Lambert is from the fugitive retrieval section.

His duty is to send all of us back.

But his passion is to find the bombing.

Faith in you.

Even you.

I don't believe you.

Leave me now.

Marie!

What are you

doing? You want to be free to don't be budget?

We take out Lambert and we're off the hook for good.

The whole thing was...

Well, the night hasn't quite gone according to plan, but the end result

be working out just fine.

I don't care what he is. I can't let you kill him.

Okay.

Take it easy.

Sorry, sis.

It's him or us.

Yes, Captain.

Any readings?

I'm registering two heartbeats from that walkway on your right.

Two heartbeats?

Marie?

What is going on?

It's a long story, Daniel.

Is everything all right?

Fine. Now.

I can see why she loves you.

Goodbye, Lambert.

Melissa!

There are two of them, Selma.

That explains everything. The fingerprints, the perfect alibi.

As well as your unswerving feeling that Marie Fontaine was innocent.

It's Marie.

Why should I believe you?

Because, Daniel, or should I say, Derry Lambert, I love you.

Dr. Thombie told my sister all about you and ordered her to kill you.

So you know the truth.

Yes, and it doesn't matter.

I have to stop her.

What will you do with her?

Now that I know that she's responsible for all these thefts in the future, I

have to send her back.

Will she go to Britain?

She's never been formally convicted of any crimes.

So I'll ask the chief to go easy on her.

She'll end up in a program for rehabilitation.

All right, I, um, get it. It's time we both start leading our own lives anyway.

Don't hurt her.

Marie. She can't hear you, Captain.

What's wrong with her?

Her vital signs indicate that she has been hit with TXP.

TXP?

How is that possible?

I don't know.

Is there any way to reverse the TXP injection into the blood?

No, Captain.

If she is not transported back to the 22nd century, she will remain in a coma

and eventually die.

Visual mode, sir.

I still don't understand how Marie was injected with TXP.

I may have found an answer, Captain.

Per your request, I scanned the records of births for twins in Enclave 9 and

found one peculiarity.

On December 3rd, 2163, a set of female Siamese twins was born.

Siamese twins?

And, Captain, the attending physician was a Dr. M. Thambi.

So, at least, Summer Marie's story was the truth.

Zombies saved the lives of her and her sister.

The price was indentured servitude.

It is speculated that Siamese twins can actually feel each other's emotions.

Evidently, the link between these sisters was so strong that their bodies

experienced bilateral effects of the TXP.

If I'd only known.

She learns how to live her own life in the future.

Transmission tone, Soma.

Soma, place an ad in the post to the chief of all the pertinent facts.

And place an ad in the personals.

To MF from DL.

I'm sorry I didn't get to say goodbye.

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