it.”
“I know it is! But we have no choice. If you don’t help us, the entire human race could be at stake! You’ll condemn us to death!”
“What, do I have super sperm or something? I can’t change that. Find someone else.”
“It’s been determined by what is left of our government; that the human race surviving is more important than individual free will at this point. The women will be between the ages of eighteen and twenty five. Every single military man will be required to marry one of the woman and produce at least one boy and two girls, healthy enough to produce children when they get older. Whether you agree with it or not, this is happening.”
Mykel just stared at the General. “I don’t have a choice either, do I? You’re going to force me to join your rag tag little time jumping team aren’t you?”
“I’ve been authorized to do whatever is necessary. We need time jumpers. You specifically. Most men can’t do what you can do, especially without the nanites, and the few that can don’t have the discipline or mental capacity to follow orders.” He admitted. “I don’t want to have to be an asshole about it, but we really do need your help. Graham’s team is all we have left. We need you. For the foreseeable future, you will all be responsible for bringing women from the past here. Hopefully willingly.”
“So essentially, we are government sanctioned kidnappers.” Mykel snorted.
“The women will be very well taken care of. Over time, they will learn to be happy here.” General Palmer said firmly.
Mykel’s laughter could be heard through the whole floor.
Chapter Two
Isabelle Carter sat stiffly at the dining table, sitting in silence across the table from her husband, who ignored her behind the newspaper. She picked at her fruit and muffin.
“Would you stop picking at that damn muffin!” Lewis Carter growled, slapping the paper down on the table. Isabelle sighed, and wrapped her muffin in her napkin. She stood, and silently brushed the crumbs off her pants suit.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He snapped. He stood.
She froze. “Work.”
“I don’t know why you keep that silly book shop. I make more than enough money to support you. I give you an allowance.” He shouted.
“I’m not a child that needs an allowance. I’m an adult who wants to work and earn a salary.” She snapped. She ran to her room and locked the door behind her. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the front door slam shut. Lewis had been cold as ice to her for the last six months, and she had no clue why.
“Mrs. Carter?” Their housekeeper, Darla walked into the room. “You called for me?”
“Yes, Darla.” She smiled kindly at the woman who had been her closest friend since she had married Lewis. “Are you aware of anything that might be bothering Lewis? He’s been so grumpy lately.”
“I don’t know what he’s been upset about. He’s been fairly kind toward me.”
“Have you noticed him acting strangely at all?”
“Not really.” Darla said.
Isabelle sighed. “I’ll have to talk to him. Thank you sweetheart.”
On the way to work, she tried to put her husband out of her mind, rocking out to her favorite radio station and dancing in her seat. She felt most free when she was listening to music. At a stoplight, someone pulled up next to her sports car and started seat dancing with her. She busted out laughing and tooted the horn as she drove off.
Her assistant, Sarah was already there, unpacking the new shipment of books.
“Heya, Isabelle! You’re late!” Sarah said, brushing a strand of long blonde hair out of her face.
“Yeah.” She said. She went to the backroom and put her purse and coat away.
“Alright, spill it.” Sarah demanded. “What did he do this time?” She leaned against the doorframe