The Orchard

Current Mission objective: Figure out why they were brought back to 1962. Keep from being discovered by the paranoid Director. Keep Will from assassinating someone, thus changing their future (it was shit, but it was theirs), and keep Will from picking up smoking again.

Bradford had a headache by the end of the first day.

“You sure Asaru hasn’t noticed us?” Bradford couldn’t help but ask. They had commandeered a seldom used storage room for a ‘game night’.

Will toyed with a snack cake wrapper.

“Asaru thinks he’s human. If he notices anything, he’ll write it off on something else.”

Bradford opened his mouth to ask a follow up question, but the door opened. Bradford got back to shuffling the cards.

Montoya sat down on Bradford’s left.

“I’m autopsy bait. How y’all doin’ this fine evening?” He adjusted the sunglasses he never took off. If that was suspicious in their time…

“I’m gonna puke.” Kelly collapsed in her chair. “I feel so gross.”

“I hear Weavers trying to see about getting you onto the field.” Bradford dealt out the cards. Will would eat them all alive at Omaha, but a cover was a cover.

Kelly shook her head.

“My great-great grandfather just made a pass at me.”

They winced.

“What did you do?” Montoya asked.

“Slugged him.” She peeked at her cards. “Weaver laughed. I think I’ll be fine, physically. I just need a good mental scrubbing.”

Will added a dessert to the betting pool.

“How suspicious are they, Montoya?”

“There’s already a rumor going around that I’m another Infiltrator.” He tossed his cards away, folding.

Kelly raised to two deserts.

“They’ve got colored contact lenses for disguises in the med wing.I saw them when I helped with inventory.”

“A heist, then?” Montoya said.

“Not by you.” Will tossed in another desert.

Bradford glanced between Will and Kelly. He folded.

“If contact lenses go missing, you’ll be the first suspect,” Will said. “The theft needs to happen while you’re away on mission.”

Montoya shrugged.

When the game ended, Bradford and Will cleaned up, letting the other two go. Will scooped his winnings into a bag, a grin on his face.

Bradford circled the table. He tilted Will’s head up, the smile turning softer. Bradford kissed him. They got so few opportunities now. They had to make the best of the ones they were presented with.