Duties by Tracy (biancaheart@yahoo.com)

Disclaimer:  I don't own them....don't sue me...poetic, I know...


I look over at Alex.  He's stroking the beard he grew just for this assignment.  Alex looks up at me and grimaces.  He doesn't like doing what has to be done anymore than I do, but it must be done.

Destiny won't be the same without it.

We enter the restraunt and sit down at a booth. 

"Are you sure we have to do this Kyle?"

"Keep it down.  We're undercover, remember?  And yes, we gotta."

The perky, blond waitress comes up and takes our order.

I look over and see two teenage boys sitting in a booth.  They remind me so much of people that I used to know.

Alex and I watch the only two waitresses on duty bus the different tables.  One is dark haired and elegant, the other is bubbly and blond.  They chatter with each other as they are picking up orders.

Alex looks up at the clock.

It's time.

Alex stands up.  "You're asking me to give you another day?  You're running out of time."  He knocks all of our used dishes off the table.

"I want the money today, NOT tomorrow!"  Alex yells.

And I pull my gun.

We start to struggle and the gun goes off. 

We hear Liz fall to the floor.

And we run out of the door.

I can't resist taking one last look back, to see the exact second when Max Evans stole Liz away from me.

Alex and I run around the corner where Maria is waiting with the time machine.

"Mission accomplished?"  She asks.

"Of course"  Alex says.

I nod.  "Let's get back to the future."