Ernesto vs Jacob: Lost in Time Part 1

"**Ernesto vs Jacob: Lost in Time Part 1**" retitled "**Ernesto vs Jacob 7**", is the sequel of Ernesto vs Jacob: The Awakening, as well as the eight installment of the Ernesto vs Jacob Universe.

The story was created by Ernesto Ibarra and it stars the characters of Ernesto Ibarra, Jacob, Jarliev, Kuvira, Maritza Williamson, Ligia, Augustus Zeno and Flint Dietrich.

 Synopsis

When the secret project lead by the government agent Augustus Zeno about the Time Machine went wrong, he required the experience of Ernesto, Jacob and their organization. They will go into an adventure through time to find Augustus' missing friend, but they will have to face the consequences of their interventions during their trip.

 Plot

Augustus took Jarliev to a big room where there was a big machine like a capsule with lots of cables and a keypad with numbers, so a shocked Jarliev asked Augustus what kind of machine it was, so Augustus told Jarliev: *"This is the solution"*.

Jarliev, visibly confused asked Augustus:

Jarliev: *What do you mean about this is the solution, the solution of what exactly?*

Augustus: *Well, believe it or not, this is the solution of the world's problems, just imagine being able to avoid the World War, the 9/11 terrorist attack in New York, being in two places at once, or at least avoid being late in any meeting. This is the machine that can do that all at once if you want.*

Jarliev: *Sorry, but i don't understand what you're saying, you lost me.*

Augustus: *Ok, i'll be as clear as possible, this is a time machine and we could not have built it if it wasn't for you guys.*

Jarliev: *What do you mean about that?*

Augustus: *We basically combined the Spell Book that you guys took from Kesler with technology......and although we struggled building and programming it, the results were worth.*

Jarliev: *That's amazing Augustus, what are you going to do with it?*

Augustus visibly sad and worried told Jarliev that he has an important mission for them, but that he would call them when they reunite with each other again, because according to Augustus, he needs Ernesto and Jacob. Jarliev told Augustus that he would arrange a meeting with the group, and then he left the place shocked because of everything the saw there.

Jarliev arrived to Ernesto's house and saw that Jacob was the only one there, so he told him that he was visited by the government agent Augustus and that he revealed him the time machine, however Jacob was skeptical and laughed at Jarliev for that "fantasy", however an annoyed Jarliev remarked that he was killed and resurrected two years ago using a "magic stone", he also remarked how he alongside Ernesto and almost the whole population of Managua were under a curse by Kesler. Jacob told Jarliev that he was right and that after everything they been trough for the past years he wouldn't be surprise to see a time machine, and he also claimed that he does not know what fantasy is anymore.

Meanwhile, at the secret underground levels of the government, an agent asks Augustus if he thinks his plan will work and if they will have success, to which Augustus while witnessing the time machine affirms that he fully trusts them and believes that they will achieve it at any cost.

Back in Ernesto's house, he was arriving back with Kuvira after their date but but they were quickly greeted by Jarliev and Jacob who said they had an issue to deal with, so they went to the terrace to discuss.

Ernesto: *Whats the problem? I had not even gotten out of the car when you guys received me as if you were going to give me some bad news or something.*

Jarliev: *A man came by. An agent named Augustus Zeno. He claims to have built a time machine and wants us for a mission.*

Ernesto (incredulous): *A government agent with a time machine mission? Seriously? We're done with government affairs, you know that.*

Jacob: I *was skeptical too, but think about it. We've dealt with superpowers, resurrection stones, and ancient curses controlling our minds. A real time machine isn't that far-fetched.*

Jarliev: *Exactly. We have to at least consider helping him. He wouldn't involve us if it wasn't important, don't you think?*

Ernesto: *You might be right, but what if they're K.E.S.E. members? There might still be some out there seeking revenge.*

Jarliev: *I don't think so, they are all dead and we haven't seen any member in two years, and besides, Augustus showed me their headquarters with the time machine. They wouldn't risk bringing their enemy directly to their operation base.*

Jacob: *Well, now Ernesto is making me doubt, he could be one of them or may be a real government agent, because we know that they were experts to infiltrate in powerful organizations, including the government.*

Kuvira: *If they're K.E.S.E. agents, we'll be prepared.*

Jarliev: *What's your proposal, Kuvira?*

Kuvira: *Ernesto and I were government agents before, so we already know the way they think and act. I can take members from The Circle of Erjacjar and position them strategically as backup in case things go awry.*

Jacob: *That's a solid plan. But here's the catch...*

Kuvira: *What's the catch?*

Jarliev: *The meeting won't be in the open; it's set in secret underground levels.*

Ernesto: *I have an idea. Our organization can follow us covertly, and we'll use earpieces to call for backup if things get dicey.*

Jacob: *It sounds reasonable. While I doubt they're K.E.S.E. members, caution is essential.... and remember, anything is possible.*

Jarliev: *Sounds like a plan.*

Ernesto: *Did that guy Augustus mention when the meeting will be?*

Jarliev: *Not a specific time. He said he'd contact us once you and Jacob are reunited.*

Ernesto: *Then we have time to gather some Circle of Erjacjar members and brief them on the situation. We'll assign them roles to cover us. I'm curious about this mission, though... What could it be?*

After discussing, the team stood up and called for a meeting with their best soldiers in their own headquarters in order to explain their mission. A few hours later, The Circle of Erjacjar met in its usual place, in the conference room of the Xcape bar that now Ernesto owns. When they met, Ernesto started explaining their soldiers about the mission, so he chose three of his soldiers with better stealth skills to follow them and act in case something goes wrong, one of them was Maritza Williamson, who was the best suited for the job out of the three. She gladly accepted the mission and once everyone reached an agreement, the meeting ended.

Meanwhile at the government underground levels, Augustus was looking at the time machine, then proceeded to turn it on. The machine made a loud noise due to its engine, then Augustus was about to enter the time portal, however he was stopped by an agent who was nearby, who warned Augustus that doing so would be very risky as there is no guarantee of success and return home, giving the example of what happened to Augustus's friend. That made Augustus reconsider what he was about to do, so he proceeded to turn off the machine and simply said that Ernesto and Jacob will take care of the situation anyway, so he called them to inform them that it is time to reunite with them and explain their mission.

When the team arrived at Ernesto's house, they were surprise to see a man by the door, so Kuvira suspiciously asked him who he was and what he wanted, so the man simply told them that it is time for their mission and that they must reunite with his boss at the government facility at the next day but he will only talk to Ernesto and Jacob. Then, the man left without saying anything else, which made them doubt even more about whether they should trust or not, however, Jarliev told them that he does not think there is anything to worry about, since in any case Maritza and two other agents will follow and protect them in case something bad happens. Jacob, who was still not 100% confident in the situation, reluctantly agreed and proceeded to call Maritza to inform her and the other agents to get ready for the mission.

At the next day, Maritza and the other agents arrived early in the morning to Ernesto's house. She, along with the other two agents, Ernesto, Jacob, Jarliev and Kuvira discussed last minute details before executing the plan. They agreed to disguise themselves as government agents using old suits that Ernesto had when he worked for them, which they would use to infiltrate the facility, then Jacob gave them fake IDs in case they were discovered. Once they reached an agreement, Ernesto and Jacob left to the facility, and Maritza along with the agents began to follow them cautiously. Kuvira and Jarliev stayed at home monitoring them with headphones to listen what they hear and talk to them by giving them instructions.

On their way following Ernesto and Jacob, Maritza sarcastically complained to the other agents about the fashion and style of the uniform Ernesto gave them, and stated that she would have designed something better. When Ernesto and Jacob arrived at the government facilities, they were received by the gate guard, who surprisingly did not recognize them and asked for their names and type of management they would do, to which Jacob in a mocking tone identified himself and Ernesto, so the guard facepalmed himself and told them to wait in reception while they were called.

After Ernesto and Jacob entered and sat down at the reception, Ernesto quietly asked Kuvira for instructions through headphones, she told him to stay still and scan their surroundings with their eyes to detect anything suspicious. Kuvira also instructed Maritza and the rest of the agents to stay outside the facility and not to enter until Ernesto and Jacob are called. Ernesto discreetly took a quick look to see if they spot anything suspicious. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary, except for a metal door across the room, which in all his years of working for the government he had never seen. Kuvira assumed that it is a new construction and it may be the place they will be called to, and warned them to be ready for anything.

Meanwhile, outside the facility, Maritza was chilling with the other agents and asked if they had plans for later that day, to which one of them told her in a serious tone to focus on the mission and be ready to act on in case Ernesto and Jacob need help. Maritza, a little upset by the serious tone of his answer, told him that she fully trusts Ernesto and Jacob and knows everything will be fine, but she will always be ready if they need help. However, not a minute later, she with the intention to annoy that agent, sarcastically asked him again if he had plans for later.

Back at the facility, the receptionist let Ernesto and Jacob know it was time, and, just as Kuvira suspected, told them that the meeting was through that metal door. Kuvira heard the receptionist's instruction through her earphones, so she informed Maritza and the rest of the agents to enter the facility and stay close in case something goes wrong.

Maritza energetically walked towards the door with all the confidence in the world, while the other two agents simply remained serious and a little embarrassed by Maritza's behavior. When they got to the main entry, they were received by the same guard, who asked them who they were, since he had never seen them before:

Guard (supicious): *Ain't seen you guys 'round here before. You guys are new?*

Maritza: *Yeah, We, errrrr, are standing for Ronny, he's ill.*

Jarliev (confused via his headphone): *Who's Ronny?*

Maritza: *Shut up.*

Guard (confused): *What?*

Maritza (nervous): \*Cough\* \*Cough\*….. *I..... I think I got Ronny's cough.*

Guard: *Ok whatever, just let me see your IDs and we'll be good...… I need a well deserved vacation.*

Maritza and the rest of her group presented him the fake IDs that Jacob gave them and they proceed to enter the facility. When they entered, Maritza saw Ernesto and Jacob walking to the metal door, so she blinked at them meaning that everything is under control, however, they did not get her message and only looked at her sideways with a confused expression and continued on their way.

Ernesto and Jacob were escorted by an agent through a long and dark corridor, each time it was getting darker and darker to the point that the agent turned on a flashlight that he was carrying. Jacob sighed at Ernesto telling him that he doesn't like that place at all and that it gives him a bad feeling, to which Ernesto told him that he doesn't feel very safe either but that he trusts Maritza and believes that she will save them if something goes wrong. Jacob felt that the corridor led to an underground place and that he does not believe that there's signal to ask for help once there, to which a nervous Ernesto told him that he is right but that there is no turning back, but that they can get out of that situation together.

Kuvira and Jarliev were listening to them through their headphones and gave them words of encouragement and assured them that they won't leave them alone, however, the connection was lost a few seconds later. The agent told them that they arrived at the destination and that they only had to open the large metal door in front of them using any of their fingerprints. A surprised Jacob asked the agent how they obtained their fingerprints, to which the agent admitted that they obtained Ernesto's while he was still working for them, and his when he was unconscious and temporarily held at the Courthouse before his escape.

An distrustful Ernesto proceeded to use his fingerprints and open the large metal door, which led them to the Time Machine room. They entered very surprised but still cautelous to the great room. They were greeted by Augustus Zeno who sarcastically told Ernesto:

Augustus: *C'mon, Ibarra Vidaurre, what, you think you came here to get whacked?*

Ernesto: *Well, you guys have been very mysterious, instead of going straight to the point and telling us what you want once and for all, you make us come here without saying anything else.*

Augustus: *I apologize for that, and you are right, you guys more than anyone have every reason to be suspicious after everything you have been through……secret organizations like the K.E.S.E., the Cultists, madmen like Kesler, an ancient curse that turns people evil.......... you don't know who you can trust and I know you have been through a lot in the recent years but I assure you that this is not a trap, I just want to ask for your help.*

Jacob: *What kind of help? Explain yourself.*

Augustus: *Okay, maybe Jarliev already told you but this is a time machine, we created it using some time spells from Kesler's spellbook and advanced technology.*

Ernesto: *Wait, you guys used Kesler's spell book? That thing is very dangerous... when we delivered it to the government we thought it would be in good hands... but we should have destroyed it.*

Augustus: *I'm afraid you were right, things didn't work out so well.*

Jacob: *What do you mean about that? What did not go as expected?*

Augustus (worried): *We managed to make the time machine work, but it was still very unstable, it turned on by itself and sucked everything in its reach as if it were a black hole.....they were "minor" problems, problems that we could have solve if given enough time... but everything changed when the machine activated and sucked my friend Flint Dietrich.*

Jacob (surprised): *Your friend was sucked into the time machine? and do you know where... or when he is exactly?*

Augustus: *That's the problem, back then the time the machine was very unstable and everything that went through the portal was taken to a random timeline ...... either the past or the future ... so he can be in any timeline of history...... I heard that you guys, apart from being excellent fighters, are good investigators, so I need you to investigate clues as to where and when my friend may be and then bring him back to the present.*

Jacob: *Hmmm I don't know Augustus, this is crazy, I wouldn't even know where to start, one thing to research magic stones and evil organizations... but this is something else.*

Ernesto: *I'm sorry..... I can't speak for everyone but it seems to me that we will have to say no this time.*

Augustus (surprised): *Huh? Why?*

Ernesto: *Because one should not mess with time, it is very dangerous and we don't know what consequences there may be. Not to mention that the consequences if a time machine falls into the wrong hands can be catastrophic... the possibilities are endless. We must let time flow normally, we must not mess with it, or else it will mess with us. Things should be as they were suppose to...... I don't want to be unsympathetic but maybe it was your friend's destiny to get lost in time and eventually die in the period of time in which he ended up.*

Augustus: *I know, I know..... messing with time is very dangerous, at first I thought it be used for good, but after seeing what happened to Flint...….. well I know it wasn't a good idea but I'm asking you as a personal favor to bring back my friend.*

Jacob: *Let's say we accept this mission, but what if he was sent to the future? We won't be able to find clues to things that haven't happened yet if they're in the future... and we won't be able to do it either if he was sent to the distant past when the clues were lost to history after centuries.*

Augustus: *Well, that's why I trust you guys to find out about that. If Flint was sent to the far future or far past then I guess it was his destiny to get "lost in time" like Ibarra Vidaurre said. But if he was sent to a not so far past and you can get information about when he is..... then you can use the time machine and bring him back.*

Ernesto: *But how do we know the time machine won't fail again? What if we are going to end up like your friend Flint?*

Augustus (excited): *Oh don't worry about it. After Flint got lost, I managed to get the time machine working, would you like a demonstration?*

Ernesto and Jacob: *NOOO !!*

Augustus: *Come on, I need a volunteer, you have my word that nothing will go wrong and I'll just send you 1 minute into the future..... What about you Kuvira?*

Ernesto and Jacob turned around quick and were shocked to see that their team were captured and taken to the time machine facility too. Augustus told them in a mocking voice that he had known all this time that they were followed in case something went wrong, and that they found out by intercepting the radio signal coming from Ernesto's house. Maritza said sarcastically: "*I knew I should have taken care of the uniforms"*. However, Augustus told them that there is nothing to worry about and that they were not in trouble, and explained to everyone the objective of the mission, and once again asked for a volunteer to demonstrate that the time machine works. They all stared at each other until Maritza shouted like never before: "*I offer myself, I can try the time machine please pleasy*".

Augustus said that he admires her attitude and then explained how the time machine works. He explained that the main way to control the time machine was using the Time Circuits. They were an integral part to its functionality. They were coupled with an input device and a display. The display was divided into three sections: DESTINATION TIME, PRESENT TIME, and LAST TIME DEPARTED. Years on the time circuits were limited to four digits and there were no possible negative years that could be reached, which means that the Time Machine could travel to any time from 12:00 am on January 1, AD 1 to 11:59 p.m. on December 31, AD 9999, and in order to enter a date and time, one pressed digits on the keypad in the order that they would be displayed, and then press the activation button.

After explaining this to the group, Augustus gave Maritza a watch, which was perfectly timed with another watch that Augustus had on his hand. He then proceeded to activate the time circuits and programmed it to travel 1 minute into the future, so he told Maritza to enter the portal. Maritza without thinking twice and with all the excitement in the world jumped into the portal, and after that the machine seemed to explode in great flash of light.

The entire group was paralyzed but at the same time scared and worried about Maritza. Ernesto told Augustus that he better know what he is doing. A very confident Augustus told Ernesto that he only has to wait 1 minute to verify that everything is fine. Then another big flash of light followed by a sound like an explosion appeared, and it was nothing more and nothing less than the time machine with Maritza safe and sound inside. The group along with Maritza herself were shocked about what they just witnessed. Augustus quicky checked Maritza's watch and noticed that her watch was 1 minute delayed compared to the one he had on his hand. For Maritza, the trip was instantaneous, but to Ernesto, Jacob and the rest of the group they had to wait exactly one minute to catch up to Maritza in the timeline.

Ernesto immediately asked Maritza how she was feeling, so she told him that it was very exciting and that she would do it again, but she said that next time she would not eat anything before traveling back in time. Augustus said that that feeling or side effect was normal and that it actually went very well for her despite it was her first time. Kuvira told Augustus that she can't wait to use the time machine as well, but he told them to relax and start investigating Flint's fate first and then everyone would have a chance to travel back in time.

Jacob told Augustus to be patient and not to flatter himself that he would find out information at all. After this, the group was about to leave the room until Ernesto said:

Ernesto: *Oh my god, is this the time? I'll be late !!*

Jarliev: *What's the matter? You will be late where?*

Ernesto: *Oh didn't I tell you? I enrolled in college at the beginning of this semester, and I really don't want to be late again.*

Jacob: *University? I had no idea that you wanted to study a degree at the university... I thought you already had your life figured out since you worked for the government.*

Kuvira: *Well, you know Ernesto, he always wants to find something else to do, right?*

Ernesto: *That's right, after all these years wasting time looking for elixirs of life and fighting against secret organizations and ancient curses, I just wanted to have a normal life and study professionally like any other person would ...... but like I said , I have to go.*

Augustus: *And why the despair? You remember you're in the time machine room, right? You will never be late anywhere again, I give you permission to use it if you want.*

Ernesto: *Oh no thanks, I think I can still make it on time on my own.... also I had scrambled eggs for breakfast and I don't want to see them again right now.*

Maritza: *Good luck Ernesto, thanks god I already graduated from there, I know some teachers are very strict about being late.*

Kuvira (while kissing him): *Yeah good luck sweetie, don't be late.*

Ernesto is now a student of the American University UAM institution, so he got there as fast as he could, however while running to his classroom he ended up bumping into his teacher, Mr. Ruiz.

Ernesto: *Mr. Ruiz, Sorry.*

Mr. Ruiz: *Where were you headed, Ibarra?*

Ernesto: *To your physics class.*

Mr. Ruiz: *My class is over. See me standing here?*

Ernesto (worried): *I'm sorry. I'm trying. I really wanna be here.*

Mr. Ruiz: *Then be here. Look at you, Ibarra. Your grades have been steadily declining. You're late for class. You always appear exhausted. Your paper on Kinetic energy is still overdue.*

Ernesto: *I know. I'm planning to write it as soon as I can.*

Mr. Ruiz: *Planning is not a major at this university. Better do your research, Ibarra. Get it done, or I'm failing you.*

Ernesto's double life as a leader of the 'Circle of Erjarcjar' and a defender of Nicaragua plays tricks on him. He is not often on time, lacks classes, renders average homework.

Meanwhile, Jacob, Jarliev, Kuvira and Maritza headed back to Ernesto's house to discuss Augustus' mission. Jacob stated that on this occasion it would be difficult to find information about Flint's fate, but if they work together they could achieve it. After a few minutes thinking about their strategy, Jarliev remembered that the time machine made an explosion of lights when traveling through time, therefore, he suggested researching in a library about records about the appearance of mysterious lights in the past, and thus, they could have a better track. The team agreed with Jarliev's idea, although Maritza sarcastically said that she never thought she would have to return to a library after graduating from university.

They traveled to the library and met in the section of "History and Popular Mysteries of Nicaragua". Once there, they split up to cover more ground, each with different books. Several hours later, most had fallen asleep, until a desperate Jacob threw a book on the table hard enough to jolt the rest of the team awake. Jacob said that after reading and researching for hours, he did not get relevant results, there was only information about the formation of the Cultists, natural disasters, wars and biographical data of past presidents, and one or another unsolved mysteries.

Maritza told him not to despair, suggesting that he should take a deep breath to calm down and reassured him that he was already doing his best and that not everything could be achieved in life. She offered him herbal tea, but he politely declined, saying he'd rather breathe and then go back to check the files. A moment later, a somewhat excited Kuvira handed the book she had to Jacob and told him to check the "UFO Sightings in Nicaragua" section. An already tired Jacob took the book, and after turning the pages a couple of times, he opened his half-closed eyes, which became full of life when he read the following:

Jacob: *Look what it says here, "In the mid-1970s, a man named Emilio Cardenas saw strange lights followed by sounds of explosions. After the lights, a dark shadowy figure emanated from them and ran towards the forest.' The man attributed this event to the appearance of UFOs. However, there was much political conflict in the country back then, including multiple armed confrontations between government army officers, opposition commandos, of which he was a part, and citizen confrontations. So, many affirm that it was a simple hallucination due to the effects of fatigue and war-induced madness."*

Jarliev: *That's the exact description of the lights of the time machine... its the same thing we saw, it even mentions a man coming out of those lights, who ran into the forest.*

Kuvira: *Exactly, this is what we were looking for, at least, we already know that he was not sent far back in time and it remained in the records as "UFO sighting", although we still do not know the exact date, only that it was in the mid 70s and that there was a lot of political conflict back then.*

Jarliev: *Yes, but does anyone know what conflicts that article refers to?*

Maritza: *Don't you know history? It refers to the "Overthrow of Somoza".*

Jacob: *Exactly, it was that war specifically, finally someone who knows what I'm talking about in the group.*

Maritza: *Look, that was a war or insurrection against the Somoza dictatorship, it put an end to the Somoza family dictatorship, which overthrew the third Somoza who was in power, Anastasio Somoza Debayle. Although the struggle against the Somoza dictatorship had technically already begun in the late 1950s, it intensified significantly in 1978 following the assassination of La Prensa director Pedro Joaquín Chamorro. The entire fight was carried out by the now extinct "Sandinista National Liberation Front, FSLN, along with multiple angered citizens of the entire country".*

Jacob: *In December 1974, under the command of Commander Eduardo Contreras, a Sandinista commando, of which Hugo Torres was a member, stormed the house of José María Castillo Quant, a Somocista official, and the president of the National Bank of Nicaragua. The assailants demanded the release of some FSLN prisoners and eight million dollars, of which Somoza would have agreed to give only one. They also demanded a plane to flee to Cuba along with some hostages, which they eventually managed to do. However, things didn't go as planned because one of the prisoners was killed in prison, which greatly angered the citizens and opposing commandos. This increased their pressure and attacks on the Somoza government until they finally achieved their goal when Somoza left the country after just 5 months of fighting in May 1975, leaving a power vacuum in the nation. After this, a new government, established by the United States, helped reestablish order and repair serious damage to the country, which is the current government that we know.*

Kuvira: *Wow, it's incredible, I mean, I knew about that although only general knowledge, but how do you know all that, with specific dates and everything so detailed?*

Jacob: *Well, you know, I like to read and do a little research.*

Maritza: *And in my case because of the university.....and for taking a history course to be able to participate in a debate hehe...... Speaking of university, I wonder if Ernesto made it to class on time.*

Kuvira: *I don't know, I hope so, this would already be his third late arrival in a row.*

Jacob: *How about we go back to his house to find out? We already know enough about this to continue investigating later and we can update Ernesto with everything we know.*

The team went to Ernesto's house, who had already been there for hours, very concerned about finishing his work on kinetic energy for Mr. Ruiz. Kuvira, very worried about him, guessed that he was late again, and offered her help to finish his work. Maritza suggested that he better stop to rest for a moment, and meanwhile they can explain everything they managed to investigate.

After several minutes updating Ernesto with all the information about Flint's possible fate, Ernesto suggested trying to contact Emilio Cardenas, the guy who saw the strange lights and was considered a war madman. Jacob agreed with him, but stated that they first have to check if he is still alive and then try to locate him. Ernesto told them that he would help them, but first he must finish his report.

Ernesto: *Sure I can help investigate this guy, but first I need to finish this huge report that's killing me.*

Maritza: *Let me guess, it's for Mr. Ruiz's class, right?*

Ernesto: *That's right, how did you know?*

Maritza: *Ha because it doesn't surprise me, I loved all my professors during my university cycle, including Mr. Ruiz, but he had the reputation of being one of the worst or least appreciated because he is extremely strict, he would leave you out of his class if you arrived a minute late and not everyone used to pass his class.*

Ernesto: *And that doesn't surprise me, you get along with everyone, and if you passed his class it's because you're a genius, simple as that.*

Maritza: *Oh that's very sweet of you, but no, I'm not a genius, I'm responsible and I used to complete his assignments in a timely manner, and he values that and the effort a lot.*

Ernesto: *Well don't tell me, I've missed his last classes and I'm way behind on this assignment.*

Maritza: *You and your crazy theories, I still remember when you thought Mr. Ruiz was former K.E.S.E. agent, LOL.*

Ernesto: *Well, honestly, I would prefer to have one as a teacher instead of Mr. Ruiz.*

Kuvira: *If you want I can stay with you supporting you all night.*

Ernesto: *Nah, I really appreciate it but this is my fight.*

Kuvira: *Don't talk nonsense, Ernesto. Sometimes you have to learn that asking for help when you need it is important. You can't do it all by yourself.*

Maritza: *I can stay too if you want, despite how strict Mr. Ruiz used to be, I got good grades in his class, although I feel like I learned more from Guillermo than from the teacher himself.*

Jacob: *We support you Ernesto, just as Kuvira said, sometimes you have to ask for help and not do it all by yourself, you are just one person.*

Ernesto: *No, that's fine, I know you have better things to do and a more important mission than just a Physics assignment for college.*

Kuvira: *Well, let them go then, but I will stick by you, and I won't take no for an answer.*

Ernesto: *Haha seems like I don't have much of a choice in that case.*

Kuvira: *You don't.*

Jacob: *Okay pal, if you want, then see you tomorrow to continue with our mission.*

Jarliev: *See you tomorrow Ernesto and good luck.*

Maritza: *You are very stubborn Ernesto, but you will always have our support, if you need us just let us know, see you tomorrow and good night.*

Kuvira had stayed with him all night, helping him, and the rest of the group, agreeing, left the house. The next morning, Ernesto was having a tense conversation with someone on the phone:

Ernesto (tensed): *Germán, what do you mean you haven't done your part of the investigation assignment yet? You do know that we only have 2 hours left to submit it, and we still need your part... And why the hell didn't you tell me anything before? If I had known that, I would have done it myself. I just finished a big assignment for Mr. Ruiz, and it was no easy task.... No, I can't do it all by myself... Forget it, I'll do it myself. But next time, if you don't help with the assignment, I won't add you to the front page, okay?... Okay.*

Kuvira (waking up on the sofa due to the conversation): *What's wrong, Ernesto? Is everything okay?*

Ernesto: *Not really. It turns out that my colleague Germán left the city temporarily due to an "emergency" and didn't do anything about the Renewable Energy investigation. We have to submit it in 2 hours, and I've been reminding him for a week to work on it, but he didn't listen. It's so irresponsible.*

Kuvira: *That sounds frustrating. Is there anything I can do to help?*

Ernesto: *Are you serious? You just helped me with Mr. Ruiz assignment and now you are going to help me with this one too? Because that would be amazing. But it's a big project, and we only have two hours left.*

Kuvira: *I'm sure we can manage it. Let's divide the work and get started right away.*

Ernesto: *I could use some help with the section on the benefits of renewable energy and the types of renewable energy. And maybe you could help me with the writing too? I'm not the best writer and I could use some fresh ideas.*

Kuvira: *Sure thing, let's get started. I'm not the best writer too, that would be Jacob but we don't have time to contact anyone, but I think I can help you come up with some good points and organize them in a clear way.*

Ernesto: *Thank you so much, Kuvira. I really appreciate it.*

Kuvira: *No problem at all. That's what we are here for, right? To support and help each other.*

Ernesto: *Absolutely. And hey, if you ever need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask me.*

Kuvira: *I won't forget that. Let's finish this assignment first, though.*

Ernesto and Kuvira worked rigorously, and just as there were five minutes remaining for the assignment's submission deadline, they finished it. Ernesto submitted it on the platform on time, and they both collapsed onto the sofa, mentally exhausted but relieved to have finished on time. Ernesto joked that he needed to "eat a candy" to reduce stress, to which Kuvira suggested they should get ready, take a bath, have breakfast, and then meet with the "Circle of Erjacjar" to discuss the mission plans.

After getting some rest and breakfast, Ernesto and Kuvira got ready and together, they joined the rest of the team at their meeting spot in the Xcape Bar's meeting center. They gathered around the table, ready to discuss the next steps of their mission to find Flint and uncover the mystery behind the strange lights, which they believe that it's related to the Time Machine. Jacob started the discussion:

Jacob: *Okey people please listen, after leaving Ernesto's house last night, I got straight to work and do my research aaaaand I found some interesting information... I found out that Emilio Cardenas is now retired and living peacefully in the outskirts of the city in a quiet neighborhood with his family and kids.*

Jarliev: *Really? that's great, so all we have to do now is go directly to his house and ask him about the possible date of when he saw those lights, it might at least give us a clue of when to start looking for that guy Flint.*

Jacob: *It would be a good idea, but I did mention that he was already retired and living peacefully with his family, right? I heard that he doesn't like to talk about the past, specifically his past. Everyone thought he was crazy, which ended up ruining his reputation, not to mention the trauma of living in a society with a lot of conflicts and war. He probably saw a lot of things that he would rather forget or just not talk about. It's a sensitive subject for him.*

Ernesto: *It's honestly understandable; we all also saw and experienced many horrible things in the battles that we participated in... It was for the right thing, but I still wished we didn't have to experience it and that things were different. So, I admired that he was able to find peace after everything. He formed his own family and moved on in his life. So, are we really going to disturb him over something that caused a big trauma for him?*

Jacob: *Yeah, you may be right, but it might be the only way to find significant clues to figure out when in time Flint ended up.*

Maritza: *Maybe we should be very sensitive when approaching him. If he doesn't want to talk about it, we shouldn't push too hard. Let's try to establish a friendly connection first, maybe bring something that could help break the ice.*

Ernesto: *Fine, I think that's a good idea, but like what?*

Maritza (excited): *Oh leave that to me, I love gifts, I love when someone give me gifts but I like to give them even more, because I make the other person happy and I feel happy myself, now please just give me a moment to think..... We can bring him a little gift as a gesture of goodwill and to show that we genuinely care about him. Maybe a nice plant, a book on his favorite topic, or some delicious homemade treats. People can't resist the power of cookies, you know!*

Kuvira: *That sounds like a great plan. Maybe I can help you with the gift selection, Maritza. We can find something thoughtful and not too intrusive.*

Maritza (playfully): *Perfect! I'll make sure to add a little extra charm to it. Who can resist my charm, right?*

Ernesto (chuckles): *You're right, Maritza, your charm is undeniable. It might just be the thing we need to get him to open up a bit. Because now that I think about it... we want to make a decent and genuine approach to him, right? So, neither I, Jacob, nor Jarliev can go because right now we are kind of famous for saving the world, so he would suspect something immediately. But with Maritza's charm, we can accomplish it, and maybe Kuvira can go with you to help you... just in case.*

Maritza (overexcited): *Sweet! Thanks for trusting in me and my personality, and also for trusting in my gift skills! I'll make sure to bring my A-game and charm him with all my wit and humor! And Kuvira, you're the perfect wingwoman for this mission! Your calm and cautious approach will balance out my lightheartedness. Together, we'll make an unstoppable team!*

Kuvira (being serious): *Hmm yeah, I'm glad to be part of this team, Maritza. Let's go make a memorable impression on Emilio!*

Jacob: *Sounds like a "solid plan". But make sure to be patient and empathetic, as it might be challenging for him to talk about those events after so many years.*

Maritza (playfully): *Do you have ANY idea who you are talking to? Haha don't worry man, I got it covered.*

Jarliev: *Ha alright then, it's settled. Maritza and Kuvira will visit Emilio's house with the gift, whatever it is, and we'll hope for the best. Also respect his boundaries.*

Jacob: *And while you do it, we will stay here to research more relevant information.*

Maritza (sarcastically): *Great! More time with books and files, my favorite pastime! (laughs) But seriously, it's for a good cause, right? Anyway, see you in a few hours... C'mon Kuvira, we have a secret mission to do. We'll crack this case in no time!*

After the two girls left the place, Jacob sarcastically said out loud to Ernesto and Jarliev, "*Hmm, are we sure about this?*". Some hours later, Maritza and Kuvira went to Emilio's house, pretending to be new neighbors who had recently moved to the area. When they reached the door, Maritza knocked on it, banging to a musical beat, which ended up annoying Kuvira. Shortly after, a middle-aged man went to the door and calmly asked the two girls who they were. Maritza put on her easygoing and friendly demeanor, striking up a conversation with Emilio, while Kuvira maintained her cautious and reserved approach:

Maritza (with bright smile): *Hi there, I'm Maritza, and this is Kuvira. We just moved in a couple of blocks away. It's such a lovely neighborhood!, isn't it Kuvira?*

Kuvira (nodded politely): *Yes, it is. We heard from some other neighbors that you've been living here for quite some time. It's nice to meet someone who knows the area well.*

Emilio, still cautious but intrigued by the new neighbors, welcomed them inside. As they talked, Maritza effortlessly engaged him in conversation about gardening and other common interests they discovered they shared.

Maritza (while still carrying a small box in her hand): *Oh, I almost forgot, we brought you a chocolate cake. I hope you like it; everyone loves cakes and chocolate, so if you combine them, you create the ultimate delicious thing in the world, "The Chocolate Cake." So, I'm pretty sure you will enjoy it... unless, of course, you have some sort of allergies to chocolate, which would be very unfortunate, and I would warn you not to eat it.*

Kuvira: *Just give it to him, Maritza.... sorry about that; she likes to talk too much.*

Emilio: *I noticed, but that's alright, and thanks for the cake. Luckily, I don't have any allergies to chocolate or cake, so thank you, that's very kind.*

Maritza (saying it casually): *So, Emilio, it's incredible to remember the events that have recently happened in the country, like the evil organization K.E.S.E., the dark cloud that turned everyone into evil versions of themselves...... and also, we've heard some rumors about interesting events that happened many years ago, like some strange lights and explosions. People say you might know something about it.*

Kuvira watched Emilio closely, sensing his unease. She decided to intervene: "*We don't mean to pry into your personal history, but we're fascinated by the past, and it would be helpful for us to understand the local history*". Emilio sighed, feeling a bit more at ease with their gentle approach:

Emilio: *It's true, I saw those lights, but it's not something I like to talk about. It brings back memories I'd rather forget.*

Maritza nodded sympathetically: *We completely understand. War and conflicts can be a traumatic experience, and we don't want to cause any distress. But if you feel comfortable sharing, we'd appreciate any information you can provide.*

Kuvira: *We're not here to dig into painful memories. We're just curious about the timeline of those events, like WHEN and WHERE you saw the lights and explosions.*

Emilio hesitated for a moment, then said, *"It was a long time ago. It was shortly before the attack on the house of Somocista Commander José María Castillo by a Sandinista commando, demanding money and the release of some political prisoners. I can't give you an exact date, but it must have been about 45 or 46 years ago, nearing New Year Eve. Regarding the place, if I remember correctly, it was on the outskirts of the city of Managua. I was trying to escape the city on my own due to many conflicts and rumors that everything was going to get worse. It was almost midnight and that's when I saw it appear, the strange figure that emerged from some lights and explosions, it was by the lake, near the Tipitapa River. At that time, there were no settlements nearby, so unfortunately, I was the only one who saw it, and they labeled me as crazy. I'm afraid that's all I can say... or remember."*

Maritza and Kuvira exchanged a glance, satisfied with the information. They didn't want to press Emilio further, knowing that he needed time to process their presence and the memories. They stayed with him for a little longer and helped him prepare the food for his family. After finishing cooking, Emilio told the girls that they could stay to eat if they wanted, but they told him that they needed to leave because it was already late. Before leaving, Maritza said cheerfully, "*Thank you, Emilio. We appreciate your hospitality and understanding. If you ever feel like chatting more or need anything, don't hesitate to knock on our door, and also, we don't think you are crazy, we believe you*."

As they left, Kuvira looked at Maritza and said:

Kuvira (impressed): *Nice work, Maritza. Your easygoing nature helped put him at ease.*

Maritza: *Thanks, Kuvira. And your cautious approach kept things from getting too overwhelming. Teamwork, right?*

Kuvira: *Exactly, teamwork. Now let's return to the Xcape Bar and meet with the guys to inform them of what we found out.*

Back at the Xcape Bar during the night, Maritza and Kuvira walked in with triumphant smiles on their faces. They found the rest of the team huddled around the table, waiting eagerly to hear about their mission.

Maritza (playfully): *Mission accomplished, my friends! Emilio wasn't an easy nut to crack, but with a touch of charm and a lot of wit, we managed to get some information out of him.*

Kuvira (nodding): *Yes, he was a bit hesitant at first, but we approached him with empathy and respect, and he eventually opened up.*

Ernesto: *That's great to hear! So, did he give you any valuable information?*

Maritza (smiling): *Well, he did provide some interesting details. He saw the strange lights and explosions about 45 or 46 years ago, right before the attack on the house of Somocista Commander José María Castillo. It happened near New Year Eve and it was near Tipitapa River, by the lake and around midnight.*

Jacob (intrigued): *That's a significant piece of information! It gives us a starting point to look for Flint. Good job, Maritza and Kuvira.*

Maritza (playful): *You are very welcome guys, you know? I think we deserve a reward for this..... like a raise or something..... Nah I'm kidding, I'm just glad to help, right Kuvira?*

Kuvira: *Yeah, but more money would be good though..... Maritza's charm and humor did work wonders. I just tried to keep things balanced.*

Ernesto: *We'll keep that in mind, but for now you two can settle for our thanks.*

Maritza: *I'm sure we'll negotiate it my friend, but for now, what's our next move dudes?*

Kuvira: *Well, Emilio didn't have an exact date, but he mentioned the attack on José María Castillo's house. Maybe we can research historical records about that event and see if we find any leads from there.*

Ernesto: *Sounds like a solid plan. Jacob and I can start digging into historical archives and documents while you two continue gathering any other useful information.*

Maritza: *More time with books and files, my favorite pastime! (laughs)*

Ernesto (teasingly): *I knew you'd love it.*

Jarliev: *Haha, is there anything that can actually bother you, Maritza?*

Maritza: *Yes, actually, now that you mention it, I dislike when people post pictures of themselves with their partners, like holding hands, on social media with captions like "my definition of happiness." It's important to remember that happiness should come from within. I know being in love and being with someone is wonderful, but it's essential for each individual to find their own internal happiness and not solely depend on someone else.*

Jacob: *Hmm, yeah, I suppose.*

Maritza: *Sustainable happiness comes from your well-being, self-acceptance, and personal achievements, and each person is responsible for their own happiness and well-being. Only when both partners can find their own happiness will they be able to share their joy and support each other in difficult times.*

Ernesto: *Wow, I didn't know you were so philosophical. I admire you even more now.*

Maritza: *That's sweet of you, but it's just using reason logically... Now, who wants to take a break first and have some tacos?*

Jacob: *Well, hate to be a buzzkill, but now that we have relevant information about Flint's possible whereabouts, we should focus on deciphering everything, then inform Augustus, and get ready for the time-travel rescue mission.*

Jarliev: *I guess Jacob is right. The sooner we finish this, the sooner we can do anything else... although I'm also craving some mixed tacos, hmm, delicious.*

Jacob: *Alright, hehe, as you wish. We can do both at the same time. Let's order a large serving of mixed tacos for delivery while we continue fine-tuning the case.*

Ernesto (chuckling): *Alright, let's focus, guys. We have a mission to accomplish. Keep an eye out for any potential leads, no matter how small they may seem in order to find out the exact date... and for the love of God, please someone order those tacos immediately.*

Maritza: *You got it, boss! I'll take care of those tacos, and you guys make sure to don't leave any stone unturned when doing the research.*

As Maritza hopped up to order the tacos, the rest of the team got back to work, diving into historical archives, books, and old documents. After hours of researching webpages and perusing the dusty historical books stored in the meeting center library, Jacob finally made a breakthrough. He discovered a newspaper article dated December 27, 1974, which detailed the event when the commando of the Sandinista National Liberation Front took over the house of the Somocista minister José María Castillo. They all acknowledged that Flint must have been stranded sometime before that date. Excitement filled the room as they realized they had a crucial piece of the puzzle. The date provided them with a narrow window of time to focus their efforts. Maritza couldn't help but do a little celebratory dance, while everyone else smiled, satisfied with their progress.

Ernesto: (with a sense of accomplishment): *Great job, Jacob! This is a significant lead. Now, we have a specific timeframe to narrow down our search.*

Jacob: *Thanks, but it wouldn't have been possible without all of your hard work and dedication.*

Jarliev: (cheering): *Woohoo! We're getting closer!*

Kuvira: (focused): *So, now we need to dig deeper into the events leading up to December 27, 1974, and see if we can find any connections to the mysterious lights and explosions, and maybe also investigate the area around the Tipitapa River, maybe there are still clues there.*

Maritza: (enthusiastically): *Oh, going on an adventure to the Tipitapa River? You know what, guys? As much as I'd love to join you on this thrilling adventure to the Tipitapa River, I've got something equally important to take care of. I've got a secret mission of my own.*

Ernesto: (curious) *Secret mission? What's that, Maritza?*

Maritza (leaning in closer, whispering dramatically): *I've received intel that there's a rare sale happening at the local market. I've got to go, undercover, and score the best deals on clothes and accessories. It's a matter of utmost fashion emergency! Just look at my high-heels* (Playfully lifts one foot to show off her well-worn heels)*. Would you believe these babies have been my trusty sidekicks for nearly three years? Oh, yes! They've witnessed serious pavement action, danced at parties, and it's high time I give them a break. Fresh kicks are calling my name!. And let's not stop at shoes, my friends! I'm on the lookout for new blouses too. My wardrobe demands a stylish upgrade, and I'm here to answer its fashionable call!*

Ernesto (chuckling): *Fashion emergency, huh? Well, I can't argue with that. We all know your fashion sense is unparalleled.*

Maritza (playfully flipping her hair): *Thank you! But seriously, you boys handle the Tipitapa River. I'll leave no boutique unexplored in my mission to upgrade my wardrobe... Kuvira will come with me too, she needs a fashion advisor and that's me.*

Jarliev (joining in on the fun): *Alright, Maritza, we'll handle the investigation around the Tipitapa River while you conquer the fashion world.*

Kuvira: *And I'll make sure Maritza doesn't get too carried away with her shopping spree.*

Maritza (grinning): *Oh, come on, Kuvira, where's the fun in that?*

And so, the rest night at the Xcape Bar was filled with energy, laughter, and dedication as the team got closer to unraveling the enigma that lay before them. They enjoyed their meal of tacos together, strengthening their bond and camaraderie.

At the next morning, the team split up, with Ernesto, Jacob, and Jarliev stating that they will be heading to the Tipitapa River while Maritza and Kuvira set out on their "fashion mission." After driving for a while, Jacob and Jarliev arrived at the Tipitapa River, each one in their own vehicle, and they were already excited to begin their investigation. However, they noticed that Ernesto was not there yet.

Jacob (teasingly): *Looks like Ernesto might have gotten caught up in Maritza's fashion mission after all.*

Jarliev (laughing): *I wouldn't be surprised. You know how much he admires her sense of style.*

Jacob: *Ha True. But we better not waste any time. Let's start exploring and see if we can find any clues related to the strange lights or Flint, maybe there are still traces or remnants even after all these years.*

Jarliev: *What are we looking for exactly?*

Jacob: *We're looking for anything that looks out of place or out of the ordinary around this zone. Keep an eye out for any signs of unusual activity, like burnt marks in the terrain, deformation of the landscape, or even unusual rock formations. It's possible that if the Time Machine really caused those lights and explosions, it could have left some sort of physical evidence behind.*

With their instructions clear, Jacob and Jarliev began their investigation along the riverbank. They carefully inspected the area, searching for any potential clues. As they walked, the morning sun illuminated the surroundings, casting a warm glow on the tranquil river.

Jarliev (pointing): *Look over there, Jacob. Do you see those rock formations? They seem a bit different from the others.*

Jacob (examining closely): *Let me see... hmmm..... Those rocks do look a bit unusual. Let's take a closer look.*

They approached the rock formations and noticed some peculiar markings on the surface. The rocks had unusual patterns and seemed to be arranged in a way that was different from the surrounding terrain.

Jacob (intrigued): *This could be something. Let's document these rock formations and take some samples for further analysis.*

Jarliev (nodding): *Agreed. It's worth investigating if there's any connection to the events that happened here years ago.*

They meticulously collected samples and took detailed photographs of the peculiar rock formations. As they pressed on with their exploration, their eyes fell upon a section of the riverbank that exhibited an unusual coloration, as if it had once been subjected to flames. Not far from there, they noticed a patch of ground with strange discoloration, distinct from the surrounding area. The sight of these enigmatic features sparked their curiosity, leaving them eager to unravel the mysteries concealed within these findings.

Jacob: *Look at this, Jarliev. The soil here seems to be different from the rest. It's almost as if something caused a chemical reaction.*

Jarliev (examining closely): *You're right. This could be a potential clue. Let's take samples of the soil too.*

Jacob (thinking aloud): *No, wait...... These burnt areas and the peculiar soil composition could be significant. What if Flint's arrival in time with the Time Machine caused these anomalies? The burnt ground might be the exact spot where the Time Machine's light explosions occurred upon his arrival. And the strange rocks and ground discoloration could be the effects of the Time Machine's temporal energy.*

Jarliev (curious): *What are you thinking, Jacob?*

Jacob: *I'm starting to believe that this very spot might be where Flint ended up when he time-traveled. The evidence points to it.*

Jarliev (excited): *So, you're saying we might be standing right where Flint landed in time?*

Jacob: *It's a possibility we can't ignore. We should gather more data, samples, and search for any other clues that might be around here. I remember something Augustus mentioned about the Time Machine emitting small doses of radiation upon each time jump. It's not harmful to people, but it can leave a deep mark in the place it lands. If Flint did arrive here, there should still be traces of radiation in this area.*

Jarliev (intrigued): *That's a clever idea, Jacob. How do we check for radiation?*

Jacob: *Augustus gave me a portable Geiger counter with me. It's a device that measures radiation levels. Let's use it to scan the area and see if we detect any abnormal readings.*

As Jacob took out the Geiger counter from his bag, he switched it on and started scanning the ground. The device emitted low clicking sounds as it analyzed the radiation levels.

Jacob (focused): *The readings are slightly elevated compared to the background radiation. It's not dangerous to us, but it confirms my suspicion. Flint DID arrive here with the Time Machine.*

Jarliev (impressed): *That's incredible, Jacob! Now we know exactly WHERE he landed. So, what's our next move?*

Jacob: *We need to inform the rest of the team about our findings. The evidence strongly suggests that Flint landed here in December 1974. Now we have a specific location, but we still need a specific date to focus our search on.*

Jarliev: *Let's head back to the Xcape Bar and share the news with everyone.*

As Jacob and Jarliev were discussing their next steps, they suddenly heard the sound of a car approaching. Turning around, they saw Ernesto pulling up in his car. He seemed a bit rushed and scruffy.

Ernesto (rushing): *Sorry, guys! I know I'm late. I completely lost track of time while working on that presentation for my university class, and then I had some errands to run at the bank. I didn't mean to keep you waiting.*

Jacob (calmly): *It's alright, Ernesto, but you need to make sure to find a better balance between your personal life and work responsibilities, it's not the first time you missed a meeting or arrive late lately.*

Ernesto: *You're right. I'll try to manage my time better. So, did you find anything interesting?*

Jarliev: *Yes, we did. We found some strange rock formations and burnt areas that might be linked to the Time Machine's arrival back in 1974.*

Jacob (briefly summarizing): *We think Flint may have landed right here,* (pointing) *in that very spot, back in December 1974. And with the Geiger counter, we detected traces of radiation, further supporting our theory.*

Ernesto (intrigued): *That's amazing! You guys have been busy, I'm really sorry again for not being here.*

Jacob (smiling): *It's alright, Ernesto. We understand that life can get busy, but we need everyone on the team to be fully committed to this mission. We're all in this together.*

Ernesto: *You're right, and I promise to be more focused moving forward. So, what's the plan now?*

Jarliev: *We'll head back to the Xcape Bar and share our findings with everyone. We need to come up with a strategy to precisely determine the exact date Flint arrived. Time travel is delicate, and we must proceed with caution.*

Ernesto: *Count me in. I will call a meeting with the Circle of Erjacjar to report the progress and devise the next step.*

Ernesto sprang into action, making phone calls to every team member, urging them to gather at the Xcape Bar meeting center. A few hours later, the entire team, including Ligia, had reunited at the bar, eager to hear the latest developments. With everyone present, Jacob, Jarliev, and Ernesto took turns explaining their findings to Maritza, Kuvira, and the rest of the team. Excitement filled the room as they revealed the evidence they had collected during their investigation. Amidst the lively discussions, Augustus made a grand entrance into the Xcape Bar meeting center. His presence was met with surprised smiles and warm greetings.

Augustus (with a hint of sarcasm): *Well, well, well, seems like the party can't start without me. Miss me, didn't you?*

Maritza (playfully): *Oh, Augustus, we were just getting ready to start the party without you! But I suppose we can make an exception this time.*

Ernesto (excitedly): *Augustus, you have perfect timing! We made some incredible discoveries during our investigation.*

Augustus (curiously): *Oh, do tell! I hope it's not too boring for my taste.*

Jacob passionately described the strange rock formations and burnt areas, linking them to the potential location of Flint's arrival in December 1974. He explained how the unique soil composition and traces of radiation supported their theory, leaving no doubt that they were on the right track. Jarliev added his insights, describing the meticulous approach they had taken in collecting samples and photographs. He emphasized the importance of each clue they had uncovered, creating a vivid picture of the possible events that had occurred at that very spot decades ago.

The room buzzed with discussions, ideas, and theories. Everyone had their say, contributing to the collective effort to determine the exact date of Flint's arrival. The atmosphere was electric, and there was a sense of unity and camaraderie among the team members, each one driven by their shared goal of bringing Flint back home.

Augustus (intrigued): *Impressive work, team! This might be the breakthrough we needed. I have an idea. What if we travel back in time and arrive one week before December 27, 1974? Emilio mentioned that he saw the lights and explosions from the Time Machine shortly before the attack to that Somocista official. If we're there one week earlier, we might be able to catch a glimpse of Flint's arrival and possibly find him before that unfortunate event occurs.*

Maritza (nodding): *That's a brilliant plan, Augustus. It's worth a shot. We'll need to make sure we're well-prepared and coordinated for such a crucial jump.*

Ernesto: *A whole week in the past? I don't know, Augustus. I'm already not very convinced about the idea of time travel itself, and now we'll be spending a whole week in the past?*

Ligia (curious): *How are we going to make sure we don't change the course of history by our actions in the past?*

Augustus (reassuringly): *Good question guys. Time travel is a delicate matter, and we must be cautious. We'll have to take every precaution to minimize our impact on the timeline. Our priority will be finding Flint without altering historical events significantly.*

Jarliev (enthusiastic): *I'm excited to be a part of this mission! It's like being in a science fiction movie.*

Ernesto (with a grin): *Just remember, we're not here for Hollywood fame. We're are just going to rescue Augustus' friend and then return home, nothing else.*

Maritza (teasingly): *Come on, Ernesto, a whole week in the past sounds like an adventure of a lifetime! Think about all the things we could witness.*

Augustus: *Ernesto is right, we shouldn't mess with the timeline, which means we should minimize our interactions with people in the past, not meddle with historical events, and more.*

Maritza: *Maybe, but I think nothing would happen if we just witness and explore the past, and not directly interact with it, right?*

Augustus (nodding): *You're correct, Maritza. Observing and exploring the past without directly interfering with historical events should minimize the risk of altering the timeline. But our main focus should be on finding Flint and ensuring his safe return, then we'll see.*

Kuvira (thoughtfully):  *We should maintain a strict protocol to ensure the integrity of the timeline.*

Ernesto (earnestly): *Alright, I'm willing to give this a shot. But we need to be careful and follow all the rules.*

Augustus (assuredly): *Absolutely, Ernesto. We'll have a detailed plan and stick to it rigorously.*

Jacob (supportively): *We have a strong team here, and we'll have each other's backs. Together, we can make this mission a success.*

Augustus (firmly): *That's the spirit, everyone. Let's focus on the mission. Jacob, Jarliev, and Ernesto, you've done an incredible job so far. Now, let's gear up and get ready for the journey of a lifetime. I'll handle the logistics and ensure we have all the necessary equipment for the trip.*

Over the course of a few weeks, the team has been mentally and physically preparing to undertake the mission. Ernesto spent his time practicing sparring with Kuvira in his house, Jacob devoted his time to exercising and reading theories about time travel and its consequences, Jarliev spent his time meditating and working out, while Maritza was busy designing fashionable uniforms and special outfits for use during the journey.

Exactly three weeks after the meeting, Augustus finally called Ernesto to inform him that it was finally time for the mission to start. Ernesto immediately sprung into action and made phone calls to every member of the Circle of Erjacjar, including Jacob, Jarliev, Kuvira, Maritza, Ligia, and many other agents. They were all given specific instructions to reunite on the outskirts of the city in a place concealed by brush and bush, which Maritza found amusingly inconvenient.

Maritza (with a playful grin): *Seriously, of all places, we had to pick one with so much nature to mess up my shoes, my new ones.... I don't usually have problems walking and staying in places like this, but not when it mess up my new clothes.*

Ernesto (teasingly): *Oh, come on, Maritza. Consider it a chance to embrace nature while we embark on this grand adventure.*

As the team gathered in the hidden location, Augustus explained the reason for choosing such a remote spot. He emphasized the need to avoid arriving in a densely populated area in 1974 to minimize the risk of changing history inadvertently.

Augustus (with a serious tone): *We cannot risk altering the timeline, and this is the safest place to appear when we time travel. In 1974, there was nobody living around here.*

Augustus then revealed his latest improvement to the Time Machine—a more portable version that resembled a sleek refrigerator. He explained that the Time Capsule 2.0 now allowed them to travel together, ensuring they could return to the present as a team.

Augustus: *With the Time Capsule 2.0, we'll all be able to travel to the destination time and return together. No more solo missions. Safety in numbers, as they say.*

Jarliev (grinning): *That's a relief. I was never a fan of solo time jumps.*

Augustus stated he would be joining them on this mission since he knew Flint better than anyone and believed they would need his expertise. The team welcomed the extra support.

Maritza (playfully): *And who would've thought you'd want to travel through time with us? I guess Flint's rescue is enough to drag you into the action.*

Augustus (sarcastically): *Well, how could I resist the thrill of time travel and the company of such an amusing group?*

Ernesto: *It wasn't always as amusing like it is today... right Jacob?*

Jacob: *Yeah, you tell me. If we weren't killing each other, someone else was trying to do it... I even think that everyone here has died at some point, well, except Kuvira and you, Maritza.*

Maritza: *If I die somehow, I hope one of you is cute enough to bring me back to life with one of those little resurrection stones or magic.*

Jacob: *Unfortunately, there are no more resurrection stones left in the world. One of the last ones was used by Ernesto to bring Jarliev back to life, and the few remaining stones were destroyed by their respective governments in the countries that they were located, deeming them as "unnatural" or "dangerous in the wrong hands." So, if someone dies, they will be permanently gone. But don't worry, we will all take care of each other at all times.*

The team exchanged glances, understanding the gravity of their mission and the risks involved. Despite the challenges ahead, their determination remained unyielding.

Augustus (seriously): *Jacob is right. This mission is not without its dangers. We must remain vigilant and prioritize each other's safety above all else.*

Maritza (with a reassuring smile): *You are right, Jacob. We'll watch out for each other, and we won't let anything happen to anyone.... Oh, and before I forgot...*

With everyone's attention on Maritza, she revealed the new uniforms she had designed for the team. Gone were the flashy and impractical outfits from before. The new uniforms were stylish yet functional, blending seamlessly with their high-tech equipment. The uniforms were made of a high-tech fabric that provided protection against extreme weather conditions and potential hazards of time travel. The main color was a deep navy blue, with accents of metallic silver representing the futuristic element of their mission. The team's new emblem, the 'Circle of Erjacjar', adorned the uniforms—a blend of symbols representing time, unity, and discovery.

Maritza: *Feast your eyes on these fashionable yet practical uniforms! The previous ones were far too theatrical for our mission.*

Jacob (nodding): *Well done, Maritza. These uniforms will ensure we're prepared for any situation in the past.*

Ligia (impressed): *Maritza, you've truly outdone yourself this time. These uniforms look amazing! I love the design! It's a perfect balance of fashion and function. I could hire you to create some designs for my company's uniform.*

Maritza: *You have your own company, what is it about?*

Ligia: *Well, Maritza, my company offers advanced data analysis services to other businesses. When companies hire us, we delve into their data, perform rigorous analysis, and then we take it a step further. We create informative charts and diagrams that help our clients visualize the data more clearly. It's like crafting a visual roadmap to guide them through the intricate landscape of their data. These visuals make complex information much easier to understand, enabling our clients to make informed decisions based on the insights we uncover. It's a powerful combination of analytical prowess and creative communication. Essentially, we help these companies make sense of their data, identify trends, and generate comprehensive reports with valuable recommendations to drive their decision-making processes. It's a crucial service in the modern business landscape, as data-driven insights can often lead to significant improvements in various aspects of their operations.*

Maritza (with a playful smirk): *Oh, so you're the data wizards, huh? Analyzing all those numbers and turning them into golden nuggets of wisdom for your clients? Impressive! Just make sure you don't analyze my fashion choices too closely. I'd hate to get a report saying I should wear more polka dots or something.*

With the team fully equipped and ready for their mission, Jacob gathered everyone to give final instructions to those remaining in the present.

Jacob: *My dear friends and fellow members of the Circle of Erjacjar. Today, we stand on the brink of an unprecedented journey—a journey that will test our courage, our resolve, and our unity like never before. Our mission to rescue Flint is not just a task; it's a calling—a calling that transcends time and space. We are embarking on a quest to rewrite the pages of history, to rewrite a story that was never meant to be. We all know the risks involved in time travel. The consequences of altering the timeline can be catastrophic, but we have a duty—a duty to a friend, to the world, and to ourselves. We have the power to bring Flint back, to rewrite the chapter of his disappearance, and to create a future where he stands amongst us once more. But remember, this mission is not just about Flint. It's about the bond we share, the trust we have built, and the belief that together, we are invincible. We have faced challenges before, and each time, we emerged stronger and more united. Our strength lies not just in our abilities, but in our unity, in the way we support and protect each other. As we journey into the past, let us be mindful of the consequences of our actions. We must be cautious, vigilant, and respectful of the delicate fabric of time. We cannot afford to change events or meddle with history. Our purpose is to observe, to seek, and to find our friend, but not to alter the course of events. I believe in each one of you, in your bravery, your intelligence, and your determination. Together, we are an unyielding force, a force that can transcend time itself. No matter what obstacles we encounter, we will prevail because we are guided by the light of friendship, love, and loyalty. Our hearts beat as one, and that unity will be our strength. Together, we form a circle—a circle that cannot be broken. And when we return, we will return with a new friend... with Flint, by our side. Onward, my friends! Let us make history, not alter it. For Flint, for our friendship, and for the future!*

With Jacob's motivational speech echoing in their hearts, the team stood united, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. They donned their new uniforms with pride, each emblem representing the unity and purpose that bound them together.

Augustus (nodding): *Well said, Jacob. Your words resonate with all of us. Together, we shall embark on this journey with determination and conviction.*

Ernesto (placing a hand on Jacob's shoulder): *And I promise you, Jacob, that when we return, Flint will be by our side once more, and we'll have a story to tell that the world has never heard before.*

Ligia (enthusiastically): *Let's make this mission a success, and bring Flint back home where he belongs.*

Ernesto (with determination): *We've come so far together, and we won't falter now. Our friendship and unity will guide us through this, just like it always has.*

Jarliev (firmly): *Our strength lies in each other. We are a team, and nothing can break us.*

Kuvira (resolute): *We will protect each other, and we will bring Flint back. No matter the challenges, we'll face them together.*

With the team's spirits lifted and resolve strengthened, Augustus took a moment to check the Time Capsule 2.0's settings and made the necessary adjustments for their arrival. Before continuing, everyone gave each other a group hug.

Augustus (with a confident smile): *We will arrive on Friday, December 20, 1974, at 2:00 AM, just before the events unfold as Emilio described. Remember, we must be cautious, avoid direct interaction, and refrain from altering the course of history..... Any questions?*

Maritza: *I have a very important question...does anyone have a mint?*

Ligia: *I got gum.*

With the date and time set, the team entered the Time Capsule 2.0. Meanwhile, the remaining agents formed a protective circle around them, raising their guns to guard them, ensuring no interference from outside forces that could disrupt the mission, and Augustus activated the device. The humming of the machine intensified, and a brilliant glow enveloped them. As the world around them faded, they felt the sensation of being pulled through time and space.

Time seemed to stand still as the Time Capsule 2.0 transported the team to their destination—the past. When the glow subsided, the team found themselves in the same concealed spot they had left, surrounded by the bushes and brush. It was still dark, and the air was filled with an eerie silence. Jarliev, looking around, was puzzled.

Jarliev (confused): *Are we sure this thing worked? Everything looks the same.*

Ernesto (calmly): *Look around, Jarliev. The rest of the agents who were guarding the Time Capsule 2.0 are not here anymore. That's a good sign. It means the time machine worked, and we've successfully traveled to the past.*

Augustus (nodding): *Jarliev, the reason the place looks the same is because I don't expect bushes and brush to change too much over time. But trust me, we are in 1974, just as planned.*

As the first rays of dawn began to light the horizon, Ligia suggested that they should start making their way towards the city of Managua while being cautious not to interfere with the past. The team agreed, and they started their journey, keeping a low profile to avoid attracting attention. As they walked, the exhaustion of the journey began to take its toll, but their determination pushed them forward. After a few hours, they finally reached the outskirts of Managua. However, they were met with a shocking sight. The city they knew from their time was vastly different from what lay before them.

The once vibrant and bustling city now appeared devastated. Debris and rubble were scattered everywhere, and the streets were filled with poverty-stricken people trying to survive amidst the ruins. It was evident that Managua had experienced a catastrophic event recently.

Ligia (with a heavy heart): *The 1972 earthquake... It happened just two years ago in this timeline. It's still so fresh, and the city's reconstruction has been delayed and interrupted due to the political conflicts of the time.*

Maritza (sympathetically): *This is heartbreaking. To witness such devastation, it's a reminder of how fragile life and history can be... Honestly I didn't expected it.*

Jacob (solemnly): *We must be careful not to interfere with the events that follow. Our mission is to find Flint, not alter the course of history further.*

They continued to navigate through the damaged streets, observing the changes the earthquake had brought to the city. Buildings that once served as hotels, offices and historical places were now reduced to ruins. The resilience of the people trying to rebuild their lives was evident, but the hardships were overwhelming.

As they moved forward, they encountered groups of people gathering to protest and demand change. The political tensions in Nicaragua at the time were palpable, and the team understood the delicacy of the situation. They remained discreet, avoiding any unnecessary interactions that could disrupt the flow of history.

Kuvira: *So, what's the plan now? How do we start looking for Flint in this chaos?*

Augustus took a moment to think and then spoke up, revealing a piece of information that could be beneficial for their mission.

Augustus: *I managed to obtain some money from this timeline before we left. We'll need to find an operational hotel here where we can stay while we are on this mission. It'll provide us with a base of operations and a place to rest after our long journey.*

Maritza (curious): *How did you get money from this time period?*

Augustus: *Well, having a high rank in the government gives me certain privileges, for example, access to real money from different periods of Nicaraguan history.*

With their destination set, the team went in search of a suitable hotel. After some scouting, they found a quaint hotel that had survived the earthquake relatively intact. The team settled into their temporary lodgings, grateful for the chance to take a hot bath and get some much-needed rest. The weariness from the time travel was starting to wear off, but they knew they couldn't afford to stay idle for too long.

As the team settled into their rooms, Ernesto and Kuvira found themselves sharing a moment alone in their room. Ernesto couldn't shake off the lingering feeling of insecurity about the mission, worried that they might make a mistake and alter the timeline.

Ernesto (looking troubled): *Kuvira, I can't help but feel anxious about this mission. What if we mess up the timeline? What if our actions have unintended consequences?*

Kuvira (gently placing a hand on Ernesto's shoulder): *Hey, don't worry so much. We've all been through tough missions before, and we've always come out on top. We'll do everything we can to ensure we don't interfere with history any more than necessary. As long as we have each other, we'll be alright.*

Ernesto (nervously): *I know, I just can't help but feel responsible for everyone's safety, especially after what happened with Kesler. I never want any of you to get hurt because of me.*

Kuvira (comforting): *You're not alone in this, Ernesto. We're a team, and we face every challenge together. Remember what Jacob said in his speech? We are an unyielding force when we stand united. We'll watch out for each other, just like we always do.*

Ernesto (softly): *You're right. I just need to have faith in us and in our bond.*

Kuvira (smiling): *Exactly. We've faced worse odds, and we always come out victorious. We'll find Flint and bring him back safely. Trust in yourself, in us, and in our love.*

Ernesto smiled back, feeling reassured by Kuvira's words and they shared a kiss. But there was something else on his mind that he needed to share with her.

Ernesto (hesitant): *Kuvira, there's something else I need to tell you. It's something I've never told anyone... about something that's happening in the present...*

Kuvira: *You can tell me anything.*

Ernesto: *I've been dealing with some financial troubles.*

Kuvira (concerned): *Financial troubles? What happened?*

Ernesto sighed, feeling a bit vulnerable opening up about this.

Ernesto: *After Kesler and the K.E.S.E. members attacked and destroyed my house with the military tank, I had to rebuild and upgrade it. It wasn't cheap, and then buying the Xcape Bar Business added to the expenses. Then I enrolled myself at the university. So, I'm facing some difficulties now, and the bank denied me a loan to cover it.*

Kuvira (supportive): *I had no idea you were dealing with all that. You should have told me earlier.*

Ernesto (grateful): *I didn't want to burden you with it.*

Kuvira (holding his hand): *We're in this together, Ernesto. We face challenges as a team, remember? We'll figure this out, and I'm here to support you through it all.*

Ernesto felt a wave of relief wash over him as he realized he didn't have to carry his burdens alone. With Kuvira by his side, he knew they could face anything that came their way.

Ernesto (smiling): *Thank you, Kuvira. You always know how to make me feel better.*

Kuvira (teasingly): *It's all part of my job as your girlfriend, right?*

Ernesto (playfully): *Oh, it's not a job. It's a privilege to have you by my side.*

Kuvira leaned in and kissed Ernesto gently again, their worries momentarily forgotten as they found comfort in each other's embrace. They knew the road ahead would be challenging, but together, they were ready to face it head-on, with love, unity, and unwavering determination. And as they prepared for the next phase of their mission, they held on to the hope that they would soon reunite with their friend Flint and return to their own time, victorious in their quest to rescue him.

After a few hours of well-needed rest, Augustus convened the team in the hotel's parking lot. He explained that this location would provide more privacy, crucial for planning their mission discreetly. With a determined expression, he signaled that the moment had arrived to formulate their strategy for awaiting Flint's arrival through the Time Machine. As the team members emerged from their respective rooms, they began making their way towards the hotel's parking area, embarking on a path where they could discuss their plans without interruption. Amidst the walk in the hotel hallway, they engaged in friendly conversations.

Jacob: *Augustus, I can't believe I have to share a room with you. Can't we find separate accommodations?*

Augustus (grinning): *Ah, Jacob, it's not so bad, is it? It's not like I'm going to snore in the night, and besides, sharing rooms helped us save a lot of money.*

Jacob (sarcastically): *You have a point, but I still prefer my personal space.*

Augustus: *Don't worry, Jacob. It'll be fine.*

Meanwhile, Ligia had also shared a room with her little brother Jarliev. He walked alongside her, wanting to understand her reasons for joining the mission.

Jarliev: *So, sis, what made you decide to join us on this mission? I mean, I know you wanted to be part of the gang, but this is a serious and risky venture.*

Ligia: *You're right, Jarliev. I've always admired the Circle of Erjacjar since you guys founded, and I wanted to be part of something bigger... I got tired of just working in my company analyzing data, I wanted to contribute to the team in meaningful ways. This is the first relevant event since Kesler's attack, and I wanted to be there to support all of you.*

Ernesto, who was nearby, overheard their conversation and joined in.

Ernesto: *Hey there, cousin Ligis. Thanks for joining us. We can definitely use all the help we can get. I know you're not a fighter like most of us, and you might not have agent skills, but your brain, ideas, and tactical thinking can be valuable assets.*

Ligia: *Thank you. You're right—I don't have experience in combat, stealth, or being an agent of any sort. However, my experience in managing my own company has given me a knack for developing effective strategies and tactics that could prove useful to the team.*

Ernesto (gratefully): *We're lucky to have you with us, Ligia. Your dedication and courage are invaluable to this mission.*

Ligia smiled, feeling appreciated by her family and friends.

Ernesto: *On another note, Ligia, I've been meaning to talk to you. Amidst all the chaos, I haven't had a proper chance to catch up. Thank you for looking after Link. It means the world to me that you took her in and kept her safe. I miss her dearly, but I know she's much safer with you than she would have been with me. I can't bear the thought of losing another dog after Lassie.*

Ligia (compassionately): *Ernesto, you're welcome. I'm glad I could provide a safe haven for Link. You know she's in good hands with me. Losing another dog would be heartbreaking, and I'll make sure she's well cared for until you're both reunited.*

As they strolled along and engaged in conversation, Maritza couldn't resist injecting her humor into the mix.

Maritza (raising an eyebrow): *Some of you guys are sharing rooms, huh? Do your accommodations come with extra closet space? I mean, my room's closet is practically suffocating from the sheer volume of my wardrobe. Any takers on letting me borrow some space? I promise my fabulousness won't take up too much room.*

Ernesto (rolling his eyes with a grin): *Maritza, we're not swapping our gear and gadgets for your designer clothes. And my wardrobe is just fine, thank you.*

Ligia (playfully): *You know, Maritza, it's not just about clothes. We're strategizing for the mission.*

Maritza (sighing dramatically): *Oh, fine, ruin my dreams of being a fashion-forward agent. I suppose I'll just enjoy the luxury of having my own room in this charming hotel. I guess I could invite you all over for a pajama party, if you're up for it.*

Jarliev (chuckling): *Somehow, I doubt a pajama party would fit well with our mission plans.*

Maritza (grinning): *Oh, come on. What's a little midnight fun amid all this time-traveling seriousness?*

Ernesto (teasingly): *We'll keep that in mind for when we finish this mission.*

Maritza (grinning): *YAY!!! but now let's focus on this mission, okay?*

The group erupted into laughter, Maritza's playfulness reminding them that even in the midst of a serious mission, there's always room for laughter and a touch of silliness. When they reached the parking lot, they started planning and discussing between them:

Augustus: *Emilio Cardenas is about to escape from Managua at any moment this week due to the escalating conflicts and rumors of something worse happening. That's when he witnessed Flint's arrival in time. We can't change that because we need that information in the future, unless we want to create a paradox.*

Ligia: *Sorry, but what is a paradox?*

Jacob (explaining): *A paradox is a situation where a series of events lead to contradictory or illogical outcomes. In this case, if we try to change the fact that Emilio sees Flint arrive in time, we could alter the course of events in a way that might have unpredictable or even negative consequences for the future.*

Maritza: *Essentially, it means that if we do something that changes the past, we could end up ruining everything we know in the present and future. So, for now, our main goal should be to observe and ensure things continue as usual.*

Jacob: *Exactly. We don't want to risk more than necessary. Our mission is to find Flint, make sure he's safe, and return with him to the future, to our present. Any other alteration could have serious repercussions.*

Kuvira: *So, if I understand correctly, our purpose here for now is to observe and ensure that Flint arrives in this timeline and that Emilio witnesses it, just as it was supposed to happen. We shouldn't change this event, as doing so might create a paradox. We actually need this event to happen, as it was through this that we learned about Flint's presence in this era in the future.*

Ernesto: *Precisely, avoid any direct interaction with the events, we must stay hidden and not draw attention. Our presence here should be as discreet as possible.*

Jarliev: *So basically, we're on stakeout, waiting for Flint to arrive to this era. How long do you think we'll have to wait?*

Augustus: *It's hard to say for sure. It could be anytime during this week and almost at midnight, so we need to be prepared to wait and act swiftly when the time comes.*

Maritza (enthusiastically): *Well, while we wait, maybe we could take the chance to explore more the past. Just let's make sure not to interfere with anything major.*

Ligia: *I like that idea, Maritza. We could gather valuable information about what life was like in this era.*

Augustus: *Hmm, maybe. But once it starts getting dark, we'll mobilize to the Tipitapa river, anticipating Flint's possible arrival. Jacob, you remember the exact spot of his arrival, correct? We'll position ourselves there, concealed and waiting for him. This will be our routine for the next few days until he actually arrives. Sounds like a solid plan, doesn't it?*

Ligia (nodding): *Agreed, this approach ensures that we don't disrupt the events that lead to Emilio witnessing Flint's arrival.*

Jacob: *Yes, I've marked the exact location on the map. We'll have a good vantage point without being too conspicuous.*

Kuvira: *And by waiting near the river, we avoid any unintended interactions with the locals, minimizing our impact on history.*

Ernesto: *Precisely. We must prioritize stealth and non-interference.*

Maritza (sarcastically): *Oh, wonderful, a river rendezvous. I hope they serve cocktails while we're hiding. Maybe we can make it a riverside picnic.*

Ligia (smirking): *Sorry, Maritza, no cocktails, but you're welcome to pack a picnic basket if it helps you blend in with the time.*

Maritza (rolling her eyes): *Oh joy, can't wait to have ants crawling on me while we're on Flint watch.*

Ernesto: *Who knows, maybe the ants will be our allies in maintaining our cover.*

Ligia (chuckles): *At least we'll have a story to tell about the time we had a picnic with ants in the 1970s.*

Jacob: *Focus, everyone. Our mission is to ensure Flint's safe arrival, not to make a picnic memorable.*

Ernesto: *So, it's settled then. We'll stick to the plan and stay near the Tipitapa river, awaiting Flint's arrival while ensuring we don't alter the course of events.*

Maritza: *As long as the ants don't steal my snacks, I'm in.*

Kuvira: *Just make sure to pack some insect repellent, Maritza. We wouldn't want you to become the ants' main course.*

Maritza: *Ha, very funny. I'll remember to bring extra repellent just for you, Kuvira.*

Ernesto: *Alright, let's gather any additional supplies we might need and get ready. We have a few days ahead of us, but we need to remain focused and committed to the mission.*

After their planning session, the group split up and returned to their rooms to gather the supplies and gadgets they had brought with them from the future. Each member meticulously organized their gear, ensuring they had everything they might need during their stakeout at the Tipitapa river. As they prepared, they couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension about the mission ahead.

Equipped with their devices and cloaked in the attire of the 1970s, they ventured out into the streets of Managua. The city, though devastated by the recent earthquake, was alive with a unique energy. The team marveled at the spirit of the people, who despite living amidst poverty and the ruins of buildings, showed remarkable resilience. They saw locals going about their lives, sharing what little they had and rallying against the oppressive regime. It was a bittersweet sight, as they admired the strength of the people but felt the weight of the hardships they endured.

After hours of wandering, they headed towards the Tipitapa river, their anticipation growing. They concealed themselves in the bushes, waiting for Flint's possible arrival. Hours ticked by, and as the sun started to rise again, their disappointment was palpable.

Augustus (sighs): *It seems Flint hasn't arrived yet. We'll need to regroup and return to our hotel. We'll repeat the same activity at the same time tomorrow. Our patience will pay off.*

The team nodded in agreement, albeit with a tinge of frustration. They reluctantly left their hiding spot and made their way back to the hotel, their minds filled with thoughts of Flint's impending arrival and the delicate balance they needed to maintain in order to preserve the timeline. As they settled into their rooms for another rest, they were united in their determination to ensure the mission's success and bring Flint back safely to their own time.

The team woke up tired and a bit frustrated. They were determined to continue their mission, but the uncertainty of when Flint would arrive was beginning to wear on them. Despite the exhaustion, they decided to make the most of their time in the 1970s Managua by exploring the city individually, being careful not to disrupt the events of the past.

Ernesto and Jacob ventured through the streets of Managua, taking in the sights and sounds of the 1970s. They wandered into a local market, where vendors sold fresh produce, handmade crafts, and various goods. Jacob, with his keen eye for details, marveled at the retro design of the products and signage. Ernesto couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and sadness as he observed the resilience of the people despite the challenges they faced. They interacted with some locals, engaging in small talk about the daily life of the era while refraining from revealing their true origins. Jacob's observant eyes darted around, captivated by the vintage design of the products and the cultural artifacts on display. He pointed excitedly at an old radio, its dials and knobs reminiscent of a bygone era.

Jacob (grinning): *Ernesto, check out that radio! It's like a piece of history preserved in time.*

Ernesto nodded, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He examined the radio, his fingers tracing over the intricate patterns etched into its surface.

Ernesto (softly): *This looks almost identical to the one my grandma used to have in her house. But remember, we're here for supplies, not to buy 'vintage' objects or alter history more than necessary.*

Jacob: *I know dude. Still, it's fascinating to gaze upon something in such pristine condition... and from the actual 70s themselves.*

Ernesto: *True, but let's keep it down. Remember, "we're also from the 70s".*

As they continued to explore the market, they couldn't help but be drawn to a stall that displayed handmade crafts. Colorful textiles, intricate ceramics, and delicate jewelry adorned the space. Ernesto's eyes lingered on a beautifully crafted bracelet, while Jacob examined a hand-painted vase.

Vendor (smiling): *Interested in these crafts, gentlemen?*

Ernesto (grinning): *Thank you, we're just taking a look around. However, I must say that these items are truly exquisite. They speak volumes about the remarkable skill and artistry of the people here.*

Vendor (proudly): *Our artisans take great pride in their work. Each piece is a labor of love and a reflection of our culture.*

Jacob: (curious) *How long have you been selling these crafts?*

Vendor (proudly): *You know, the genesis of this venture was born from adversity. Two years ago, after the earthquake ravaged our city, I found myself without a job due to the devastating impact on businesses. The office I worked at was destroyed beyond repair, and the company went bankrupt. The aftermath left many struggling to find employment and opportunities. In a place where the economic crisis deepened, I turned to my craftsmanship to make a living for my family. These ceramics are not just artifacts; they are a testament to our determination to thrive despite the challenges and to rebuild our lives with our own hands.*

Ernesto and Jacob listened attentively, their respect for the vendor growing as they understood the resilience and resourcefulness that fueled his craft.

Jacob (thoughtfully): *Your story is an inspiration to us. It's a testament to the strength of the human spirit.*

Vendor (with a determined smile): *It's in these moments that we discover our capacity to rise above challenges. We may be a city scarred by the past, but we're also a city rebuilding its future.*

Ernesto and Jacob continued to explore the market, captivated by the crafts and the vendor's story, then they noticed a commotion at a nearby stall. Their attention was drawn to a shadowy figure who was hastily grabbing items and stuffing them into a bag. It was evident that a raider was stealing from one of the market stalls. Ernesto's eyes met Jacob's, and without exchanging a word, they shared a determined look. After a brief moment of contemplation, they both knew they couldn't stand by and watch the raider get away with his theft even though they aren't supposed to interfere with the past, but deep down they knew they had to do something.

Jacob (in a hushed tone): *We can't let him escape with those stolen goods. We should intervene.*

Ernesto (nodding): *But, we shouldn't mess with the past, we have to be smart about it. We can't risk altering the timeline by causing a scene.*

As the raider continued to pilfer items, Ernesto and Jacob subtly moved closer, positioning themselves strategically to catch the raider off guard. They knew they had to act quickly and quietly.

Ernesto (whispering to Jacob): *Here's what we'll do. I'll create a diversion by accidentally bumping into him, and you grab the bag. Once you have it, discreetly hand it over to the vendor. That way, we'll recover the stolen items without causing a disruption.*

Jacob (nodding in agreement): *Got it. Let's time it perfectly.*

The raider seemed to be focused on his loot. With their plan in place, Ernesto carefully walked towards the raider, acting as though he was engrossed in browsing a nearby stall. Just as he approached, he pretended to lose his balance and accidentally bumped into the raider.

Raider (startled): *Hey, watch where you're going!*

Ernesto (apologetically): *Oh, my apologies. I didn't mean to. Are you alright?*

As the raider was momentarily distracted by Ernesto's apology, Jacob seized the opportunity. In one swift and seamless motion, he skillfully reached for the bag and managed to snatch it from the raider's grasp. The raider turned to Jacob in surprise, only to find himself facing an empty-handed man who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Jacob's quick reflexes had caught the raider off guard, leaving him momentarily stunned. The raider's eyes widened in disbelief as he realized the bag he had just been holding was now in Jacob's possession.

Jacob (calmly): *I believe you dropped this.*

The raider's confusion transformed into a mixture of frustration and disbelief. He glanced around, as if searching for an explanation for how his theft had been thwarted so effortlessly.

Raider (muttering to himself): *What the...*

The raider, clearly defeated, turned his attention back to the stolen items that he had intended to make off with. With a frustrated huff, he slinked away, blending into the bustling market crowd. Then, Jacob discreetly handed the bag to the grateful vendor, who looked both relieved and appreciative.

Vendor (whispering to Jacob): *Thank you, kind sirs. You've saved us from a significant loss.*

Jacob (softly): *It's the least we could do. Times are tough for many, and we wouldn't stand idly by, we can make a difference.*

Ernesto, now rejoined by Jacob's side, couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, despite the rules they were technically breaking. Their intervention had helped maintain justice and preserve the livelihood of the market vendors, even if it went against the mission's principle of non-interference.

Jacob (grinning): *Good job, Ernest. Our teamwork was on point.*

Ernesto: *Thanks, Jacob. I'm glad we were able to help, even if it was a small deviation from the plan. Now that we have what we need, let's return to the hotel and prepare for the possibility that tonight might be the night Flint arrives in this timeline.*

Meanwhile, Maritza and Kuvira embraced the experience of the past as they meandered through the streets of Managua. Their contemporary clothing drew the attention of curious onlookers, and they soon found themselves in a local park near the old cathedral. Children played gleefully, couples lounged on benches, and the soothing strumming of guitars filled the air. The nostalgic ambiance of the park took them back to an era of simpler pleasures.

As they continued their leisurely stroll, Maritza's inquisitive nature prompted her to investigate further. She gravitated towards a group of people gathered in a lively dance circle. Eager to immerse herself in the local culture, she joined the dance with an infectious energy. With confident steps and a flair for movement, she incorporated dance styles from her own time, much to the delight of the spectators. Kuvira discreetly averted her gaze, pretending to be engrossed in observing the park's surroundings, as if she wasn't acquainted with the dancer who was drawing so much attention. She couldn't shake off her own self-consciousness, and for a brief moment, she found herself feeling out of place amidst the festivities.

Maritza (laughing): *C'mon, Kuvira! Join in, it's so much fun!*

Kuvira: *You know I'm not much of a dancer, Maritza. Besides, I'm feeling a bit drained after our night at the river.*

Maritza (grinning): *Oh, come on, Kuvira! Let loose and embrace the moment.*

Kuvira (reluctantly): *Alright, fine. Just this once.*

Maritza, undeterred by Kuvira's reluctance, took Kuvira's hands and playfully pulled her towards the dancing crowd. Kuvira's feet reluctantly shuffled along to the beat, her movements hesitant and awkward. She exchanged an amused look with Maritza, who responded with an encouraging grin.

Maritza (teasingly): *Relax, Kuvira! It's all about letting go and having fun.*

Kuvira's initial attempts at dancing were met with a mixture of amusement and bemusement from the other dancers. Her movements seemed out of sync with the rhythm, and she couldn't help but feel a tad embarrassed by her lack of coordination.

Maritza (gently): *Okay, let's try something a bit simpler. Just follow my lead.*

Maritza guided Kuvira through some basic dance steps, patiently demonstrating the rhythm and footwork. Kuvira's attempts to mimic the steps were met with a few missteps and awkward moments, but Maritza's infectious laughter helped ease the tension.

Maritza (cheerfully): *There you go, Kuvira! You're getting the hang of it.*

As they continued to dance, Maritza's patient guidance and Kuvira's determination began to pay off. Kuvira's movements became less rigid and more fluid, her steps gradually syncing with the music. The onlookers, who had initially been amused by her attempts, began to cheer and clap in support of her progress.

Kuvira (smirking): *I suppose this isn't so bad.*

Maritza (grinning): *See? You're a natural! Just let loose and enjoy the music.*

As the dance continued, Kuvira's hesitance melted away, replaced by a growing sense of enjoyment. With Maritza's guidance, she found herself embracing the rhythm and moving with more confidence. The two friends laughed and danced, completely absorbed in the moment.

Maritza (laughing): *Look at you, Kuvira! Who would've thought?*

Kuvira (smiling): *Well, I can't say I'm a pro, but I guess I'm not terrible.*

Maritza (playfully): *You're doing great! And most importantly, you're having fun.*

As the dance circle continued, Kuvira found herself lost in the music, realizing that sometimes, it's the moments that push us beyond our boundaries that become the most memorable. After almost an hour of dancing, Maritza, feeling a mixture of exhilaration and exhaustion, finally came to a stop.

Maritza (exhausted): *Alright, Kuvira, I think that's enough dancing for now. How about we find a cozy spot to rest and maybe grab a bite to eat?*

Kuvira (also catching her breath): *That sounds like a plan. Just no more dancing for a while, please.*

Maritza (grinning): *Don't worry, I promise to spare you from any more impromptu dance sessions... at least for today. But you did really well out there. Who knew you had those moves hidden in you?*

As the sun began to cast a warm glow over the city, Maritza and Kuvira's leisurely stroll brought them to a small food stall near the old cathedral. The aroma of freshly prepared snacks wafted through the air, enticing their appetites. They decided to try vigorón, a traditional Nicaraguan dish made with yucca, pork rinds, and cabbage slaw.

Vendor (smiling): *Buenas tardes! What can I get for you today?*

Maritza (cheerfully): *Two orders of vigorón, please.*

Vendor: *Coming right up!*

With vigorón in hand, Maritza and Kuvira found a nearby bench to sit down and enjoy their meal. Maritza kicked off her heels and let out a contented sigh.

Maritza: *Ah, my feet needed that. Dancing in heels wasn't the best idea, but it was so much fun.*

Kuvira (taking a bite): *I have to admit, this vigorón is delicious. Good call on the food choice.*

Maritza (grinning): *I've actually been here before... or, well, I will be in a few decades, considering we're in the past hehe. It's my secret food spot whenever I need a little pick-me-up.*

As they savored the flavors of the dish, the conversation turned more introspective.

Kuvira (thoughtfully): *Maritza, I've noticed something about you. You always seem so kind and willing to help others, and you have this way of staying positive even when things get tough. How do you manage to keep that attitude?*

Maritza (pausing to think): *Well, I wasn't always like this. There was a time when I was rebellious and carried a lot of darkness in me. It was during my teenage years. I lost my parents in a tragic lab accident during that time, and it hit me like a storm. Suddenly, I found myself navigating life alone, grappling with this overwhelming sense of loss. The struggle was real — I faced an internal battle with my own identity, a constant quest to find where I truly belonged, and a fiery undercurrent of anger that seemed to define me. But then, someone changed my life.*

Kuvira (curious): *Who was that?*

Maritza: *Guillermo, my adopted father. He was a mentor and a father figure to me. He showed me a path towards a better life. He taught me social skills, how to dance, how to channel my energy into something positive, and how to find joy even in the midst of adversity. He played a pivotal role in shaping the person I've become today.*

Kuvira: *He sounds like an incredible person.*

Maritza (smiling): *He was. Before he passed away, he told me something that has stuck with me ever since. He said, "Maritza, you can always choose in life, you can shape your own destiny. I don't want you to be overwhelmed with pain again for so many losses, I want you to move on, find a purpose in your life and be happy". He made me promise to pursue happiness and a purpose-filled life, as well as not to indulge in late-night parties as I used to.*

Kuvira (nodding): *Those are profound words to carry with you. It's evident that they've left a lasting impact.*

Maritza (grinning): *Absolutely. His guidance shaped me into who I am today. And now, here I am, finding joy in the past, dancing and indulging in good food, all while honoring the promise I made to him.*

Kuvira: *And also, that's a beautiful promise to make.*

Maritza (nodding): *I carry that promise with me every day. It's a reminder to find the silver lining, to help where I can, and to always have a good laugh along the way. So, even when things seem difficult, I remember Guillermo's words and strive to be the best version of myself.*

Kuvira (appreciatively): *Thank you for sharing that with me, Maritza. Your positive outlook is truly inspiring.*

Maritza (grinning): *Well, let's just say that while I may have had a rebellious phase, I've come to realize that kindness, positivity, and a good sense of humor can go a long way in making the world a better place, even if it's just one small moment at a time.*

Kuvira nodded in agreement, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Kuvira: *You know, Maritza, it's getting late. We should probably head back to the hotel and start preparing for our return to the Tipitapa River. Hopefully, tonight will be the night we finally see Flint arrive in the timeline.*

Maritza let out a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes playfully.

Maritza: *Ugh, seriously? Can't we just stay here and eat more vigorón? My feet are still recovering from all that dancing. I think they might stage a protest soon.*

Kuvira: *As much as I'd love to indulge in more food and rest a bit more, we have a mission, remember?*

Maritza (pouting playfully): *Fine, fine. You win. Let's head back and get ready for another night by the river. But just know that my feet will be muttering complaints the whole way there.*

Kuvira: *I promise, once we're done with our mission, you'll be able to rest as you want, we all could use a rest too.*

Maritza: *Alright, let's go. Lead the way, mission leader.*

As they walked back towards the hotel, Maritza couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the unexpected adventure they had shared. From dancing in the park to teaching Kuvira some moves and discussing her past, it had been a day filled with meaningful connections and moments that she will cherish.

Elsewhere, intrigued by the air of mystery that hung over the ruined city, Ligia and Jarliev embarked on a daring exploration of the dilapidated buildings that once thrived with life. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows that danced ominously against the crumbling facades. Among the ruins, Jarliev's curiosity was piqued by a particularly dilapidated building.

Jarliev (excitedly): *Sis, come on, let's check out this building. It looks like it has some interesting history.*

Ligia (nervously): *Jarliev, are you absolutely sure about this? It looks so creepy and unstable, like it could fall apart at any moment.*

Jarliev (grinning): *Trust me, Ligia. It'll be an adventure you won't forget.*

Reluctantly, Ligia followed Jarliev into the decaying structure. The air was heavy with dust and the unmistakable scent of decay. Their footsteps echoed eerily as they navigated the debris-strewn corridors. The building's skeletal remains groaned and creaked with every step they took, as if protesting their intrusion into its long-abandoned halls.

Ligia (whispering): *Jarliev, this place gives me the creeps. Can't we just turn back? I've seen enough horror movies to know this isn't a good idea.*

Jarliev (whispering back): *Come on, Ligia. Let's explore a bit further. It's all in good fun... unless, of course, you're scared haha.*

Ligia (whispering): *Hey, I'm not scared... too much... fine, let's explore this old building, but let's be cautious, okay? I don't want any ghostly surprises jumping out at us.*

As they delved deeper, the temperature seemed to drop, sending shivers down Ligia's spine. Suddenly, they heard faint rustling and the distant echo of footsteps. Their gazes met, both mirroring a growing sense of unease.

Jarliev (whispering): *Did you hear that?*

Ligia (nervously): *Yeah, we're not alone in here. Damn it Jarliev, I told you this was a bad idea....I think we should go back now.*

But retreat was abruptly snatched away by a voice that slinked from the shadows like tendrils of mist, chilling and visceral. The voice, a macabre fusion of sweetness and malice, lingered in the air, its words dripping with an otherworldly cadence

Voice (whispering): *Get out... you are where you do not belong.*

Ligia clutched Jarliev's arm, her heart racing. They strained their eyes to discern the source of the voice, their breaths shallow and rapid. Suddenly, a cold gust of wind swept through the corridor, extinguishing their flashlight's beam.

Ligia (panicking and screaming louder than ever): *Jarliev, we need to leave! Now!*

Jarliev fumbled for his phone and activated its flashlight. As the light pierced the darkness, they caught a glimpse of objects shifting and an eerie figure lurking in the shadows. Ligia stifled a scream as the figure emitted a low, haunting laugh.

Ligia (shakily): *That's it, I'm done. I can't take this anymore.*

Jarliev (nervously): *Alright, let's go. I think we've seen enough.*

With adrenaline coursing through their veins, Ligia and Jarliev turned to flee, their footsteps echoing off the walls as they desperately searched for the way out. In their frantic escape, they inadvertently got disoriented and went in separate directions, their voices calling out each other's names in the darkness.

Ligia (frantically): *Jarliev! Jarliev, where are you? Answer me!*

Jarliev's voice faintly echoed from a distance, adding to Ligia's panic.

Jarliev (shouting): *Ligia! I'm over here! I think I'm on the next floor! Be careful, the stairs might be unstable!*

Ligia's heart raced as she followed the sound of Jarliev's voice, the beam of her flashlight trembling in her trembling hands. Just as she reached the stairs, a sudden crash reverberated through the building, making her jump and yelp in fear. The stairs groaned under her weight, but she managed to descend carefully to the floor below, where Jarliev's voice seemed clearer.

Jarliev (urgently): *Ligia! Hurry!*

As she reached the floor, Ligia saw Jarliev's relieved expression, but it was short-lived. A chilling draft swept through the corridor, and a sense of dread washed over them. The same eerie voice that had echoed earlier now seemed to be coming from a different direction, closer and more sinister.

Voice (whispering, closer): *You can't escape...*

The ground beneath Jarliev's feet gave way suddenly, and he tumbled through a hole in the floor, disappearing from Ligia's view with a terrified shout. Ligia's heart pounded in her chest, and without thinking, she rushed to the hole, her flashlight trembling wildly as she peered down.

Ligia (screaming): *Jarliev! No!*

To her immense relief, Jarliev's voice floated up from the floor below.

Jarliev (panicked but unharmed): *Ligia, I'm okay! I landed on some debris! But we need to get out of here now. You were right, this was a bad idea!*

Ligia's hands were shaking as she tried to regain her composure. She quickly surveyed her surroundings, desperately looking for an exit. With a determined nod, she turned and began to sprint back the way they had come, her flashlight cutting through the darkness like a lifeline. As Ligia hurried through the corridor, her breath ragged and heart racing, she suddenly heard footsteps echoing in the distance behind her. Her mind raced, and she fought back tears of fear, knowing she had to keep moving.

With every step, the footsteps seemed to get closer, and Ligia's panic escalated. Her hands fumbled with the flashlight as she tried to steady it. Just as she rounded a corner, she saw a flicker of movement in her peripheral vision. She turned toward the source and let out a gasp as she saw a figure emerging from the shadows.

Ligia (shouting): *Jarliev, is that you?*

The figure stepped into the light, revealing the form of an old woman, her hair wild and her eyes wide with madness. Her clothes were tattered, and her movements were erratic, making her appearance all the more unsettling. Ligia's heart raced as she stared at the woman, frozen in fear.

Ligia: *Holy cow, you are not Jarliev!*

With a guttural sound that resembled a distorted laugh, the old woman shuffled toward Ligia, her gaze fixed on her with an unsettling intensity. Ligia's breath caught in her throat as the woman's voice cut through the air.

Old Woman (hoarsely): *You... intruders... I warned you...*

Ligia's survival instincts kicked in, and she turned on her heels, her pulse pounding in her ears. She sprinted down the corridor, her flashlight shaking as she desperately sought an escape. The old woman's deranged laughter echoed behind her, fueling her terror. She ran as fast as her trembling legs would carry her, praying for a way out of the nightmarish building. As Ligia's footsteps echoed through the dark corridors, her voice wavered, piercing the darkness.

Ligia (shouting): *Jarliev! I'm coming for you!*

Ligia's heart raced as she sprinted through the dark corridors, the sound of her own footsteps and the old woman's deranged laughter echoing in her ears. Panic threatened to overwhelm her, but a surge of determination coursed through her veins as thoughts of Jarliev's safety consumed her mind. With every step, Ligia's fear battled with her love for her brother, her protective instincts overcoming the terror that threatened to paralyze her. She pushed herself to keep moving forward, her breath ragged, and her flashlight trembling in her grasp.

Finally, as Ligia rounded another corner, the beam of her flashlight illuminated a chilling sight. The old woman was over Jarliev, her gnarled hands reaching out as she cackled with unnerving glee. Jarliev struggled against her grip, his face a mixture of fear and desperation. Ligia's heart clenched at the sight of her little brother in danger, and without thinking, she charged forward, her voice ringing out with newfound strength.

Ligia (defiantly): *Let him go!*

The old woman's attention snapped to Ligia, her wild eyes narrowing as she hissed with a mixture of rage and amusement.

Old Woman (snarling): *More intruders... you won't escape... This is my home now...*

Ligia's breath came in quick gasps, but her love for Jarliev empowered her. With a fierce determination, she lunged at the old woman, her flashlight raised like a makeshift weapon. The old woman recoiled, caught off guard by Ligia's unexpected resistance. Exploiting the element of surprise, Ligia succeeded in freeing Jarliev from the old woman's grasp. She clasped his hand and swiftly pulled him away, their footsteps resonating loudly in the corridor as they fled. Meanwhile, the old woman remained on the ground, emitting maniacal laughter that sent shivers coursing down their spines.

As Ligia and Jarliev raced through the building, they navigated through the darkness, guided only by the feeble beam of Ligia's flashlight. Their hearts pounded in their chests, and adrenaline fueled their flight. Eventually, they burst out of the building, the cool night air a welcome relief. They didn't stop running until they were a safe distance away from the eerie structure. Only then did Ligia slow down, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Jarliev (gratefully): *Ligia, you saved me... I might have been able to fend her off, but fear got the best of me.*

Ligia: *Don't worry little bro, I'll always protect you, no matter what.*

Jarliev (reflectively): *You know, Ligia, I've realized something today. Sometimes, living people can be scarier than ghosts. I mean, that old woman was definitely more frightening than any ghost I've heard of. After what we've been through, I think I'm no longer afraid of ghosts.*

Ligia (grinning): *Yeah, and maybe the next time I hear a ghost story, I'll just laugh it off. But remember, we still need to be cautious and respectful of the unknown. You never know what mysteries this world holds.*

Jarliev (nodding): *Wise words, big sister. Hey, maybe we should head back to the hotel now. We need to get some rest and prepare ourselves to return to the Tipitapa River. Who knows, maybe we'll even witness Flint's arrival in this timeline.*

Ligia (smiling): *I need a candy first, but you are right, let's head back before it gets too late.*

Infused with newfound confidence and a mutual spirit of adventure, Ligia and Jarliev redirected their steps toward the hotel and reunite with the rest of the team to continue their main mission.

Back at the hotel, the various members of the group converged, their adventures etched into their expressions and experiences woven into the tapestry of their journey. Ligia and Jarliev arrived first, their faces still carrying traces of fear from their harrowing encounter with the crazed old woman. Maritza and Kuvira followed soon after, Maritza appearing a bit weary but still enthusiastic about their mission. Ernesto and Jacob returned last, their clothes dusty and disheveled, a testament to their market escapade. They exchanged knowing glances as they reunited with the others in the hotel lobby.

Ernesto (grinning): *Well, well, it seems like we all had quite the adventures today.*

Ligia (still a bit shaken): *You could say that. Ours was... um, interesting.*

Jarliev (nodding): *Definitely an adventure we won't forget anytime soon.*

Maritza (smiling): *And what about you two? Did you find any hidden treasures at the market?*

Jacob (chuckling): *Well, treasures in the traditional sense? Not quite. We had a more practical mission for supplies but there are some stories to tell. We might have, accidentally, caused a bit of chaos in there.*

Kuvira (raising an eyebrow): *Chaos, you say?*

Ernesto (sheepishly): *Let's just say the market-goers won't be forgetting us anytime soon.*

Jacob: *Yeah, but trust me, it's the kind of memorable chaos that'll make any troublemakers think twice before messing with that place again.*

Ligia (looking at the group): *Well, despite the ups and downs, it's been quite an experience. I never thought I'd be chased by a crazy old woman in an abandoned building.*

Maritza (intrigued): *Hold on, did you just mention being chased by a crazy old woman in an abandoned building? Now, that's not something you hear every day... What an adventure – dangerous, but undeniably thrilling.*

Jarliev: *Yeah, you tell me, But I guess we're stronger now, right? Because what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.*

Maritza (placing a reassuring hand on Ligia's shoulder): *Absolutely, you two did great. And Jarliev, facing your fears head-on? That's quite the achievement... I have to say, our adventure was quite different. Kuvira and I strolled through the city, exploring the culture of the past. We ended up in a local park near the old cathedral and... well, things got lively. I decided to teach Kuvira how to dance, and, let's just say, we danced until exhaustion.*

Jacob: *Dancing, huh? That sounds fun.*

Kuvira (blushing slightly): *Maritza here can really move, and she taught me a thing or two.*

Maritza (chuckling): *Oh, it was a blast. But then, after all that dancing, we had a heartfelt conversation. Kuvira asked me about my past and how I stay so positive even in challenging times.*

Ligia (curious): *That does sound like a meaningful conversation.*

Maritza: I*t was. I shared with her about my rebellious teenage years, the loss of my parents, and how my adopted father, Guillermo, helped me find my way. He taught me to embrace life, find joy in small moments, and to be the best version of myself.*

Jarliev (impressed): *That sounds like quite a journey.*

Maritza (smiling): *It was, and I promised Guillermo on his deathbed that I would always strive to be happy and make the most of every moment.... And you know, even though our adventures were different, they all remind me that no matter the challenges, it's the moments we share and the connections we make that truly matter.*

Augustus (interrupting, coming from his room): *Speaking of moments, we should head back to the Tipitapa River soon. Who knows, maybe Flint will finally make his appearance.*

The sudden voice of Augustus caught the group off guard. He had emerged from his room, and his unexpected appearance startled everyone. They turned to look at him, surprised by his entrance.

Ernesto (nodding): *Augustus is right. We've been preparing for this moment for a long time. It's time to head back to the Tipitapa River.*

Ligia (determined): *I may have been terrified today, but I won't let that stop me. Let's do this!*

Jarliev (encouragingly): *That's the spirit, sis!*

Maritza (with a mischievous grin): *I think it's time to finally use the stylish uniforms I designed for all of us. We'll look sharp and ready for anything!*

After a quick change into their new uniforms, the group gathered in the hotel lobby, now dressed in Maritza's stylish creations. The team then headed out of the hotel, ready to return to the Tipitapa River and continue their mission to find and rescue Flint.

The Tipitapa River awaited them in the moonlight, its still waters shimmering beneath the starry sky. The team approached the riverbank once again, and they settled into their positions, eyes fixed on the river, waiting for any sign of Flint's arrival. Hours passed in silence, the tranquility of the night occasionally broken by the distant sounds of the city. The minutes turned into hours, and fatigue began to weigh on them. Their hopeful anticipation gradually transformed into a weary disappointment as the clock neared 3 am.

Augustus (sighing): *It seems that Flint won't be appearing today either.*

Ernesto (wearily): *Yeah, it's disappointing!*

Jacob (rubbing his eyes): *We can't give up. We have to keep trying. We knew this might take time; that's why we programmed the Time Machine to take us a week before the attack on that somocista general's house. We still have some more days.*

Maritza (exhausted): *I have to admit, I'm so tired I could complain for days, but even that takes too much energy right now.*

Augustus (nodding): *Let's head back to the hotel. We'll rest up, regroup, and return here tomorrow night. Flint might still appear, and we need to be ready.*

With heavy hearts and weary bodies, the team made their way back to the hotel, determined to keep searching for Flint, knowing that their mission held great significance. As they entered the hotel, they couldn't help but reflect on the challenges they had faced so far. Back in their hotel rooms, fatigue quickly overcame them, and one by one, they drifted into a deep slumber, their dreams filled with hopes of finally reuniting with Flint and completing their mission.

For several nights in a row, the team continued their vigil at the Tipitapa River, hoping to witness Flint's arrival. Each night was met with disappointment as their efforts seemed in vain. The fatigue of sleepless nights and the uncertainty of whether Flint would ever appear weighed heavily on their spirits.

Ernesto (wearily): *It's been 4 days, and we haven't seen a sign of him.*

Ligia (doubtfully): *Maybe he won't come at all. Maybe we're stuck here.*

Maritza (disheartened): *I just want to see him arrive safe and sound. Why isn't it happening yet?*

Jacob (resolutely): *We can't lose hope, not now. Flint will come. We just need to keep trying.*

Augustus (firmly): *Jacob's right. We knew this mission wouldn't be easy. We have to be patient and persistent.*

They continued to return to the Tipitapa River night after night, their faith in their mission the only thing keeping them going. Then came December 25, 1974. The team, sleep-deprived and weary, decided to take a break from their nightly vigils. They ventured out into the streets of Managua, hoping to clear their minds and find some solace in the city's bustling activity.

As they strolled through the city, they noticed a gathering of people. It quickly became apparent that it was a protest against the Somoza government. The atmosphere was tense, and emotions ran high as protesters voiced their grievances.

Ernesto (concerned): *We should be careful not to get too close. These situations can escalate quickly.*

However, before they could retreat, the situation spiraled out of control. The Guardia Nacional de Nicaragua, the military force supporting Somoza, arrived to suppress the protest. Chaos erupted as tear gas filled the air, and protesters clashed with the armed forces. In the midst of the turmoil, Ligia, Jarliev, and Maritza became separated from the group. Panic set in as they realized they had lost sight of each other amidst the chaos. The team desperately searched for their missing members, but the chaos of the confrontation made it nearly impossible to locate them.

Ernesto (frantically): *We have to find them! Split up and search!*

But despite their efforts, they couldn't locate their missing friends. As the clashes continued, they could only hope that Ligia, Jarliev, and Maritza were safe. The team split up, each member frantically searching for any sign of their missing friends amidst the chaos of the protest. Minutes passed, and their worry deepened as there was no trace of Ligia, Jarliev, or Maritza.

Jacob (voice filled with anxiety): *This is getting us nowhere! We can't find them in this mess.*

Augustus (grimly): *We need to regroup. Perhaps someone has seen them or knows where they might have been taken.*

The group made their way out of the chaotic scene and gathered at a nearby store. The tension in the air was palpable as they discussed their next steps.

Ernesto (frustrated): *We can't just sit here. We need to find them.*

Ligia (via her headphones): *Ernesto..... finally...... they...... arresting us.......*

Ernesto's heart raced as he heard Ligia's voice crackling through their communication devices. Relief washed over him, knowing that at least Ligia was alive and able to communicate.

Ernesto (hurriedly): *Ligia, it's me! Where are you? Are you and the others okay?*

Ligia (voice trembling): *We're in a Guardia's vehicle... they're taking us somewhere. We're scared, Ernesto.*

Ernesto (calming): *Don't worry, Ligia. We'll find you. Stay as calm as you can. Do you see any landmarks or signs?*

Ligia (panicked): *I... I don't know... everything is happening so fast. Just find us!*

Ernesto relayed the situation to the rest of the group. Panic and urgency filled the air as they realized the gravity of the situation. They had to act fast.

Jacob (determined): *We can't let them take our friends. We need to intercept that vehicle.*

Augustus (focused): *Agreed. We'll need a plan. Kuvira, use your knowledge of this era to help us locate where they might be taking them.*

Ernesto (calming): *No.. that's not a good idea, just look at that* (pointing his finger to an entire caravan of guardia's cars with captured protesters).

Ernesto's voice wavered as he pointed to the seemingly endless caravan of Guardia Nacional de Nicaragua vehicles, each filled with captured protesters. The sheer number of armed guards and detainees overwhelmed them, casting a pall of hopelessness over the team.

Kuvira (realizing the gravity of the situation): *Intercepting that convoy is too risky. We can't take on that many guards, and we risk getting all of us captured.*

Jacob (voice filled with determination): *We can't just abandon them. There must be another way.*

Augustus (thinking quickly): *Kuvira, is there any information you have about where they might be taken after arrests during these protests?*

Kuvira (recalling her knowledge): Hmmm, t*ypically, detainees are taken to detention centers like "El Chipote".*

Ernesto (voice filled with frustration): *We can't lose them, we just can't*, *but if we break in there and free them, we risk altering history. We don't know what consequences that could have on our present.*

Jacob (thoughtful): *You're right, Ernesto. We can't risk that. But what can we do?*

Augustus (considering): *We need a way to intervene without disrupting the timeline.*

Jacob (pondering): *Perhaps there's a way to use an existing historical event to our advantage, something that happened around this time.*

Ernesto (curious): *Like what?*

Jacob: *December 27, 1974. A Sandinista commando took over the house of Somocista minister José María "Chema" Castillo. That event struck a major blow to the Somocista dictatorship. It resulted in the release of some political prisoners.*

Augustus (catching on): *Are you suggesting that we somehow get involved in that event and ensure that Ligia, Jarliev, and Maritza are among those political prisoners to be released?*

Jacob (nodding): *Exactly. We can't risk changing history too much, but if we can nudge events in a way that leads to their release, it might just work.*

Ernesto (intrigued): *So, basically, we will become part of that Sandinista commando and ensure that their names are on the list of prisoners to be freed?*

Jacob (determined): *Precisely. It's a way to intervene without completely altering the timeline. But we have to be cautious, strategic, and make sure that our actions align with the historical record.*

Augustus: *Sounds like a good plan and all, but what about Flint?*

Ernesto sighed, acknowledging the difficult decision they had to make.

Ernesto (with a heavy heart): *Flint will have to be put on stand-by for now. Our priority has to be rescuing Ligia, Jarliev, and Maritza. We can't risk their safety.*

Augustus (with a hint of sadness): *I understand, it pains me to delay Flint's rescue, but we can't abandon our friends.*

With their priorities realigned, the team carefully retreated from their vantage point, making their way back to the hotel. They knew that planning their involvement in the upcoming historical event was crucial. They couldn't afford any missteps. As they settled into the hotel room, Kuvira started pulling up information about the historical event on her device, while the others gathered around, ready to strategize their next moves. It was a risky endeavor, but they were determined to do whatever it took to ensure that Ligia, Jarliev, and Maritza would be among those released. Jacob was the first to voice a crucial concern.

Jacob (thoughtful): *We can't just waltz in and join that Sandinista commando. They'll be extremely suspicious of outsiders, especially during a critical operation like taking over Castillo's house. We need a plan to earn their trust without raising any alarms.*

Kuvira (nodding): *Jacob's right, they might mistake us for somocistas trying to infiltrate their ranks. We need a strategy for getting close to them, finding out their plans, and ensuring that Ligia, Maritza, and Jarliev are included in the list of prisoners to be released.*

Augustus (considering): *We should start by gathering information. Kuvira, can you find out more about the Sandinista commando involved in the operation? Who leads it, and how do they recruit members?*

Kuvira (frowning as she thinks): *Gathering information without the internet will be a challenge. We don't have access to the vast network of data we're used to in our time.*

Ernesto (optimistic): *And how about if we visit libraries or government archives if they're open to the public. They might have records that could help us understand the historical context better.*

Kuvira: *I'm afraid that won't be possible, there won't be any official records of an event that hasn't happened yet.*

Ernesto: *You've got a point there. I do forget sometimes that we're dealing with the past.*

Jacob fell into deep thought, racking his brain for any sliver of information that might help them in this precarious situation. The room was filled with tense silence until, out of nowhere, he spoke up.

Jacob (excitedly): *Wait, I remember something. Hugo Torres! He's one of the prominent members of that Sandinista Commando. I read about him before.*

Augustus (encouraged): *That's a lead. If we can find Hugo Torres and get close to him, we might have an entry point into the Sandinista commando.*

Ernesto (thoughtful): *Getting close to Hugo Torres is one thing, but we have to remember that the attack on Castillo's house was likely planned well in advance. Joining their ranks at such a late stage might arouse suspicion. We need a way to convince them that we're not somocistas infiltrators and that we genuinely want to support their cause.*

Jacob (determined): *You're right, Ernesto, it won't be easy. We'll need to come up with a compelling reason for them to accept our help at this stage. We have to prove our dedication to their cause.*

Augustus (thinking): *Maybe we can offer them tactical training, strategies, and supplies that could enhance their chances of success during the operation. It's a way to show our genuine commitment to their cause.*

Kuvira (agreeing): *That's a solid plan. We have valuable knowledge in these areas that could be invaluable to them without drastically altering the timeline. Additionally, we should propose a symbolic gesture to cement our intentions. It should be something that resonates with their ideals and demonstrates our dedication.*

Augustus (nodding): *Agreed. We need to convey that we're here to support their fight against the Somocista dictatorship. But now, the most important question, where can we find that guy Torres?*

Jacob (confidently): *When Hugo Torres was chosen to join the commando, he spent months in hiding and training until the operation was executed. I remember reading that he received military preparation at the "El Panama" farm, which belonged to a Sandinista collaborator named Yico Sanchez in Jinotepe, Carazo.*

Ernesto (optimistic): *That's a lead, Jacob. If we can make our way to Jinotepe and discreetly gather information about this "El Panama" farm, we might find a way to get closer to Torres and the commando.*

Kuvira (cautious): *Let's remember to be discreet and not draw attention to ourselves. We don't want to alert anyone that we're seeking information about a sensitive matter.*

Augustus (determined): *We're taking a risk, but it's the best lead we have at the moment. We can't afford to waste any more time. The attack on Castillo's house is just two days away. We need to head to Jinotepe and find a way to get close to Hugo Torres and the commando.*

Ernesto (resolute): *Agreed, Augustus. Our top priority now is ensuring the safety and release of Ligia, Jarliev, and Maritza. Let's prepare for the journey and gather any supplies we might need. We have to head to a bus station.*

While the team was busy preparing for their journey to Jinotepe, Ligia, Jarliev, and Maritza found themselves in a completely different and terrifying situation. They had been violently taken to "Cárcel Modelo" in Tipitapa, a place notorious for chaos and violence between prisoners and the somocista guards. As the heavy prison doors clanged shut behind them, they were locked in the same cell, which, in this unfortunate situation, was a stroke of luck. From their confined vantage point, they witnessed the madness that unfolded within the prison walls.

Maritza (her voice trembling): *This is a nightmare. I can't believe we're in here.*

Jarliev (trying to stay calm): *We need to watch our backs in here. These prisoners look like they've been through hell.*

Ligia (frustrated): *I wish I could contact Ernesto and tell him that we are in here, but I accidentally dropped my headphone when they were shoving us into that guard's car.*

The prison was a chaotic battleground. Other inmates engaged in scuffles with each other or shouted curses at the somocista guards who patrolled the cellblock. The atmosphere was thick with tension and desperation.

Jarliev (whispering): *We have to stay together and keep our heads down. Maybe someone in here can help us.*

Maritza: *Right now, our only priority is survival. We'll figure a way out of this mess.*

Ligia: *Fantastic, first we narrowly escape a deranged old lady's clutches, and now we find ourselves incarcerated in one of Nicaragua's most notorious prisons from the 1970s.*

As night descended upon the grim prison, the tensions within the cellblock had considerably calmed. Exhausted from the day's ordeal, Maritza, Jarliev, and Ligia had almost managed to drift into an uneasy sleep amidst the dimly lit chaos. However, their brief respite was shattered when the distant echo of a man's agonized scream pierced through the suffocating silence. It was a bone-chilling sound, one filled with pain and desperation that sent shivers down their spines. All three of them jolted awake, their hearts pounding in fear.

In the adjoining room, they could hear the tormented voice of the man as he pleaded with the somocista guards.

Man (frantic): *Leave my fingernails alone! I didn't do anything wrong! Protesting is not a crime!*

His words were a stark reminder of the brutal reality of the prison. It was a place where the slightest dissent could lead to unimaginable suffering, where prisoners were subjected to cruel and inhumane treatment.

Maritza (whispering, her voice filled with anguish): *This is... this is horrifying.*

Jarliev (clenching his fists): *We have to be careful in here. We can't draw any attention to ourselves.*

Ligia (her eyes filled with determination): *We have to find a way to survive and get out of here..... somehow.*

Maritza (whispering): *Don't worry, I'm pretty sure that Ernesto, Jacob, Kuvira and Augustus are working really hard to rescue us, I trust them.*

Jarliev: *I know, me too, but I hope they don't take too long, who knows what those guys might do to us.*

In the darkness of their cell, Maritza, Jarliev, and Ligia huddled together, their shared warmth and determination providing a flicker of hope amidst the surrounding darkness. The night was long, and the screamings from the other room continued.

As hours passed, they supported each other, whispering words of encouragement and shared memories that momentarily transported them away from the grim prison cell. They spoke of their dreams, their families, and the world beyond these merciless walls.

Ligia (softly): *Remember that night on the beach, the stars were so bright.*

Jarliev (a faint smile): *Yeah, and the sound of the waves... I miss it.*

Maritza (tearing up): *We'll get out of here. We have to stay strong and have faith in Ernesto and the others, and then, when we go home, we'll make even more beautiful memories, just like that one.*

The night was long and fraught with tension, but as the first light of dawn crept through the prison's barred windows, a new and disturbing event unfolded. Maritza, Jarliev, and Ligia were jolted awake by a cacophony of angry shouts and a thunderous noise that reverberated through the cellblock. As they hastily got to their feet, they witnessed a distressing scene unfolding before their eyes.

In the adjacent cells, the prisoners were roused from their restless sleep, their eyes wide with fear and anger, as they watched a defenseless man at the mercy of a somocista guard. The man's face was etched with terror and desperation, while the guard, gun in hand, pointed it menacingly at the trembling figure.

Guard (cruel and taunting): *This is the end for you, scum, you've had this coming for a long time now.*

The prisoners roared in anger, their voices merging into a deafening crescendo of protest. In that moment, the air was thick with tension, and the man's life hung in the balance.

Jarliev (determined, to Maritza and Ligia): *We have to do something. We can't just stand here and watch this happen.*

Ligia (anxious): *Jarliev, we can't interfere with the timeline. We don't know what the consequences might be.*

Maritza (uncertain): *I agree with Ligia, but... I don't know what's right anymore. This is so wrong.*

As the scene of brutality unfolded before their eyes, Jarliev couldn't bear to watch the defenseless man's life hang in the balance. A surge of determination coursed through him, and without thinking, he grabbed a nearby rock and hurled it at the somocista guard. The rock struck the guard on the side of his head, causing him to bleed and miss the shot he had intended for the helpless man. The abrupt turn of events left the other guard, who had been watching from the shadows, unfazed by his colleague's cruelty. Recognizing an opportunity to exert his authority, he swiftly intervened, seizing the man who had been moments away from execution.

Guard 2 (authoritative, to the defenseless man): *Come with me.*

The defenseless man, still trembling, followed the guard into a neighboring cell, gratitude and relief etched on his face as he expressed his gratitude to Jarliev for the unexpected act of bravery. However, after securing the defenseless man in his cell, the guard turned his attention to Jarliev. Without a word, he approached Jarliev's cell and delivered a vicious punch to Jarliev's stomach, causing him to double over in pain. The shock of the sudden assault rippled through the adjacent cells, where Ligia and Maritza watched in horrified silence.

Ligia (her voice trembling): *Jarliev...*

Having successfully asserted his dominance and quelled what he perceived as a rebellion, the guard locked eyes with Maritza and Ligia. His gaze carried an unspoken warning, a stark reminder that their lives were at the mercy of the guards and the harsh prison environment. As the guard turned away, he gestured for Jarliev to follow him. Jarliev, still nursing the pain in his stomach, cast a worried glance at Maritza and Ligia before being led away to an uncertain fate, leaving the two women in a state of shock and anxiety within their cramped cell.

Meanwhile, Ernesto, Jacob, Augustus, and Kuvira had arrived in Jinotepe in the early hours of the morning. The town was just beginning to stir as they sought directions from the locals to find the elusive "El Panama" farm. The previous day's protest had disrupted normal activities, making it challenging to secure transportation. After a series of inquiries and directions from helpful townsfolk, they finally reached the outskirts of Jinotepe where the "El Panama" farm was said to be located. Kuvira, ever efficient, couldn't help but voice her concern about the perceived loss of time.

Kuvira (impatient): *We've already lost valuable hours. That protest yesterday really slowed down the normal transportation service. We need to optimize every minute we have left.*

Ernesto (calm and composed): *We'll make up for the lost time, Kuvira. Now that we are here, we need to get to Hugo Torres somehow.*

As they approached the farm, they could see a few people tending to the fields, but there was no immediate sign of any Sandinista commando or their leader.

Jacob (thoughtful): *Ok people listen, we need to be cautious. We don't know the lay of the land here, and we don't want to draw attention..... we need to find Hugo Torres and convince him that we want to join them in their "mission".*

Augustus (agreeing): *Jacob's right. We should gather information discreetly first. Find out if Hugo Torres is even here, and if he is, how can we approach him without causing suspicion?*

As Jacob and Ernesto quietly discussed their approach, they were suddenly interrupted by a farm worker who had been observing them from a distance. The worker, a weathered man with a deeply suspicious look in his eyes, approached them cautiously.

Farm Worker (guarded): *What are you folks doing here?*

Jacob, maintaining his composure, responded with gravity.

Jacob (serious): *This is a matter of utmost importance. We require an urgent audience with Hugo Torres regarding "diciembre victorioso."*

Farm Worker (surprised): *How do you know about that?*

Jacob: *Please, understand the gravity of the situation. It's a confidential matter, and you should be aware of its sensitivity. We must speak to Hugo Torres immediately.*

Still harboring suspicion, the farm worker gestured for them to raise their arms. After a swift yet thorough pat-down to ensure they were unarmed, he reluctantly conceded. With a nod, he signaled them to follow him, leading the way through the farm toward where Hugo Torres was cleaning his weapons.

As they approached, Hugo noticed their arrival and hastily stowed away the firearms. The farm worker, however, assured him that their presence was seemingly related to "diciembre victorioso." Still cautious, Hugo instructed the worker to leave them alone for a private conversation.

Hugo Torres (cautious, to the farm worker): *Okay, you can go. I'll take it from here.*

Ernesto, Jacob, Augustus, and Kuvira exchanged glances as the guard was leaving, knowing that their next words needed to be chosen carefully to convince Hugo Torres of their sincerity.

Jacob, taking the lead, addressed Hugo Torres with a mix of urgency and apparent desperation.

Jacob (earnestly): *We're somocista deserters, tired of the injustices and the oppressive regime. We've had enough. We overheard on our own something about "diciembre victorioso," and we want to be part of it. We have information about the somocista's house you're planning to attack. Details that can make your mission smoother, more effective.*

Hugo Torres, still skeptical, scrutinized the group.

Hugo Torres: *How do I know you're not a trap set by Somoza? Why would deserters suddenly want to join our cause?*

Ernesto: *Hugo, hear us out. We stand before you not just as deserters but as seekers of justice, weary travelers on a path strewn with the debris of oppression. We've glimpsed the darkness of Somoza's regime, felt its weight on our shoulders, and it's a burden we can no longer bear. We've chosen to step into the light, to align ourselves with a cause greater than ourselves — "diciembre victorioso." It's a call that resonates with the beating hearts of those who yearn for freedom, for a better tomorrow. We've seen the suffering inflicted by the somocistas, and in our hearts, a flame has been ignited, a flame fueled by the belief that change is not only possible but inevitable. Yes, we were once part of a system that perpetuated injustice, but redemption is not beyond our grasp. Life is a journey of twists and turns, and in our darkest moments, we find the strength to rise...... We understand your skepticism, Hugo. The road to trust is paved with doubt, but let our actions speak louder than our words. We're here to contribute, to share the knowledge we've gained about the somocista's house. We've seen the inner workings, their vulnerabilities, and with that knowledge, we can make your mission smoother, more effective..... Redemption is a powerful force, my friend. It transforms the fallen into beacons of hope.*

Hugo Torres, still guarded but seemingly affected by Ernesto's impassioned words, studied their faces for any signs of deception. After a tense pause, he spoke with a measure of consideration.

Hugo Torres: *Redemption is a rare commodity, and trust is even rarer. What makes you think you won't betray us once you're on the inside?*

Kuvira (determined): *We understand the gravity of our request and the skepticism it brings. All we ask is an opportunity to prove our sincerity. We're not asking for blind trust; we're asking for a chance to show you that our commitment to this cause is genuine.*

Augustus (adding): *The information we provide about the somocista's house will be the testament of our intentions. You can verify its accuracy and judge for yourself.*

Hugo Torres, caught between caution and the urgency of the impending mission, contemplated their words. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke.

Hugo Torres: *Very well. You claim to know about the vulnerabilities of the somocista's house. If what you say is true, it would be useful information. We also have a meeting with the rest of the commando today, very soon. Attend it, present your insights, and we'll see if your intentions align with your words... I can't greenlight you into the commando on my own; you've got to win over the rest of the group during the meeting. Clear?*

Ernesto, Jacob, Augustus, and Kuvira nodded in agreement, understanding the gravity of the opportunity given to them. The mission to liberate Ligia, Jarliev, and Maritza hung in the balance, teetering on the edge of trust and uncertainty.

Meanwhile, in the dimly lit confines of Cárcel Modelo, Jarliev found himself bound to a chair. Abruptly, a guard ripped the sack from his head, his voice laced with cold detachment.

Guard: *Why did you save that man over there?*

Jarliev (steadfast but uneasy): *Because it was the right thing to do. You can't just go around killing people.*

Guard: *You're meddling in things you don't understand. Things aren't always as they seem, you know?*

Jarliev (growing defiant): *What is there to understand? You represent an authoritarian regime that grips the country in its fist. People like the man I saved are the voices standing against regimes like yours.*

Guard: *Your ignorance could cost you more than you think. My patience wears thin. We don't usually torment rebels like you. Typically, we scare them a bit, release them, and hope they stay silent. But, you, you might be an exception. Now, tell me, why did you save that man, or what ties do you have with him?*

Jarliev met the guard's gaze with unwavering determination. The guard, undeterred, reached for a tool, producing a pair of pliers and brandishing them menacingly.

Guard (taunting): *Nails or teeth, where should we begin?*

As the guard advanced, Jarliev shouted for him to wait, sensing the imminent threat. But just as the guard poised to extract a tooth, a sudden commotion echoed through the prison cells. Halting abruptly, the guard informed Jarliev that they weren't finished and hurried away to investigate the disturbance. Left alone, Jarliev released a deep sigh of relief, the looming threat temporarily averted.

The commotion was actually orchestrated by Ligia and Maritza as a calculated ruse. Their feigned altercation echoed through the confined space, blending with the desperate cries of other prisoners. The chaotic symphony reached a crescendo, prompting guards to rush towards the source of the disturbance.

Ligia and Maritza, their faces etched with determination, continued their staged confrontation, drawing the attention of the guards. The tumult of the prisoners added to the cacophony, creating an atmosphere of chaos and confusion.

Guard (barking orders): *Separate them! Quickly!*

Responding to the apparent unrest, the guards, with a mix of frustration and urgency, intervened. Ligia and Maritza were forcibly separated, each being shoved into different cells. As the chaos unfolded, Jarliev, left alone in his cell, watched with a mixture of relief and gratitude for Ligia and Maritza's courageous intervention.

The guard subsequently returned to the torture room where Jarliev was being held, freeing him and remarking that it was his "lucky day." He explained that he and the other guards were currently prioritizing the maintenance of order in the remaining cells. Afterward, the guard escorted Jarliev back to his own cell. The guards, now focused on maintaining order, moved swiftly through the cells, keeping a vigilant eye on the agitated prisoners.

In the aftermath of the orchestrated chaos, Jarliev found himself back in his cell, now shared only with Maritza and another prisoner. Jarliev, still processing the intensity of the recent interrogation, turned to Maritza, a mix of curiosity and gratitude in his eyes.

Jarliev: *Why were you and Ligia fighting? What was that all about?*

Maritza, her expression revealing a blend of weariness and triumph, leaned in and whispered the truth to Jarliev.

Maritza: *It was a distraction, Jarliev. A plan to save you from the imminent torture. We had to make it look convincing, and it worked.*

Jarliev (grateful): *Thank you, both you and Ligia, I owe you more than words can express. That guard was about to ripp my nails and teeth off.*

Maritza: *We couldn't let that happen, Jarliev. Ligia and I knew we had to act, and fast. The risks were high, but we couldn't stand by and let you endure that brutality.*

The unknown prisoner, who had been silently observing the exchange, chimed in cautiously.

Unknown Prisoner: *It's a harsh reality in here. We survive by looking out for each other. It's the collective strength that matters.*

Maritza: *We need to stay vigilant. This might have bought us a brief respite, but we must be ready for whatever comes next.*

Back in "El Panama" farm, where Ernesto and Jacob's group awaited the arrival of the Sandinista commando for the anticipated meeting. The tension heightened when Hugo Torres noticed the arrival of Commander Eduardo Contreras, the head of the command. Contreras wasted no time in questioning Hugo about Ernesto's group, demanding an immediate explanation. Hugo, however, maintained composure and assured Contreras that they would clarify everything once the rest of the commando arrived. Moments later, the remaining members of the commando assembled at the farm. Contreras, his demeanor stern, ordered them to take Ernesto's group deeper into the farm for a private conversation. Suspicion lingered as they were led almost into the woods.

Once they reached a secluded spot, surrounded by trees and the muted sounds of nature, the commando, excluding Hugo Torres, surrounded Ernesto's group, their guns at the ready. Contreras, the picture of authority, demanded an explanation. Jacob, feeling the weight of the moment, stepped forward and echoed the same narrative they'd shared with Hugo Torres. However, this time, he added a crucial layer.

Jacob: *We're not just deserters; we've witnessed the somocistas' cruelty firsthand. They've taken our friends, Ligia, Jarliev, and Maritza, and thrown them into prison. We couldn't stand idly by. We need your help to save them. In return, we offer our knowledge about the vulnerabilities of the somocistas' house you plan to attack.*

Contreras, his gaze piercing, assessed their sincerity.

Contreras: *Why should we believe your story about the prisoners? And how can we trust that you're not feeding us false information about the house?*

Jacob: *Our friends are innocent victims, caught in the crossfire of this oppressive regime. We're here to join your cause and ensure that our loved ones don't suffer unjustly. The information we provide will prove our commitment. We propose a pact: in exchange for our cooperation, include the names of Ligia, Jarliev, and Maritza among your political prisoners to be released.*

The tension in the air was palpable as Contreras deliberated, scrutinizing their faces for any signs of deceit.

Contreras: *Give us a moment. I need to discuss this with my commando in private.*

He gestured for his team to huddle together, leaving Ernesto's group on edge, surrounded by the silent woods. Tension hung thick as they anxiously awaited Contreras's decision. After what felt like an eternity, Ernesto noticed Contreras and the rest of the commando putting away their weapons. A collective sigh of relief swept through Ernesto's group. Contreras and the commando turned toward them, faces unreadable, and Ernesto braced for the verdict.

Contreras: *We've discussed your proposal. We accept, but let me make something crystal clear. If this is a trap or if any of you try betray us, not only will Ligia, Maritza, and Jarliev not be released, but they'll die in prison. Moreover, we won't hesitate to ensure the same fate for each one of you.*

Eduardo's words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the gravity of their agreement. Ernesto's group, however, stood firm.

Ernesto: *You have our word. We're committed to this cause, and we won't betray your trust.*

Contreras: *Good. We'll hold you to that. Now, let me formally introduce you to the "Juan José Quezada" commando.*

Contreras proceeded to introduce the members of the commando, revealing a formidable lineup of seasoned individuals. The former head of the Nicaraguan Army, Omar Halleslevens, guerrilla commanders Leticia Herrera, Hilario Sánchez, Javier Carrión, Joaquín Cuadra, and Hugo Torres were among them. Alongside were Alberto Ríos, Róger Deshon, Germán Pomares, Olga Avilés, Eleonora Rocha, and Félix Pedro Picado, all operating under the command of Eduardo Contreras.

Contreras: *Now that you're part of this, you need to understand the stakes. Lives depend on the success of our mission. We're putting our trust in you; don't make us regret it.*

Ernesto, Jacob, Augustus, and Kuvira nodded solemnly, acknowledging the weight of the responsibility they had willingly embraced. The fate of Ligia, Maritza, Jarliev, and the success of the mission now rested on their shoulders as they became integral members of the "Juan José Quezada" commando.

Contreras: *We have some last-minute preparations for tomorrow's operation. Gather inside the farm; there's much to discuss.*

The commando, now a unified force with the addition of Ernesto's team, moved in unison back toward the heart of the "El Panama" farm. Contreras, taking command of the situation, addressed the room.

Contreras: *Tomorrow night, December 27, 1974, our command, representing the Frente Sandinista de Liberacion Nacional, will break the silence after our stage of "accumulation of strength." We embark on an operation that will defy the status quo and surprise the dictatorship of Anastasio Somoza Debayle. Our target is the house of “Chema” Castillo. This mission is not just an assault; it's a declaration that we, the voices of the oppressed, refuse to be silenced any longer. The Frente Sandinista, after 13 years since its foundation, has faced relentless onslaughts from the bloodthirsty dictatorship. In a period marked by the sacrifice of many of our militants—some killed, others detained and tortured, kept in the oppressive clutches of prison—we entered a phase of "accumulation of strength... in silence." Tomorrow night, the stage is set to break that silence.*

He paused, a brief moment of reflection passing through the room.

Contreras: *José María Castillo Quant, one of Somoza's most prominent ministers, will host a party in honor of the U.S. ambassador to Nicaragua, Turner B. Shelton. A gathering where the dictator's officials, the diplomatic corps, Somoza-aligned entrepreneurs, and others will assemble. It's a moment they believe is for celebration, unaware that the winds of change are stirring. Tomorrow night, with the help of our new recruits and their invaluable "knowledge," this mission will be a resounding success. They will never see it coming, and when the dust settles, we will have struck a blow for the voiceless and the oppressed. The silence will be broken, and the echoes of freedom will reverberate through the corridors of power. Let us prepare for a night that will be etched in the annals of history.*

As Contreras concluded his impassioned speech, the rest of the commando erupted in cheers, a symphony of resolute voices fueled by the anticipation of the impending mission. The air buzzed with the energy of unity and purpose. However, Ernesto's group remained stoic, watching the celebration with a detachment that hinted at their distinct experiences. Contreras, noting the contrast, signaled for the cheers to subside. The room gradually quieted, the fervor replaced by a focused intensity. Contreras turned to Ernesto's group, his gaze unwavering.

Contreras: *Now, our newest allies, it's time for you to share the insights you claim to possess. Our success depends on the accuracy of your information. Begin. The floor is yours.*

Jacob stepped forward, assuming the responsibility of presenting their plan. His voice was steady, outlining the details they had gathered and the strategy they proposed.

Jacob: *Tomorrow, December 27, at noon, Laszlo Pataky will announce on radio "El Clarín" about a reception at José María Castillo Quant's residence, honoring the U.S. ambassador. Our sources are reliable. We suggest renting two taxis, seizing control of them, and heading to the location. Our plan is a direct assault in a semicircle formation at the main entrance, catching them off guard. Yes, there will be guards, but with our numerical advantage, we can overpower them swiftly.*

He continued with a determined gaze, the gravity of their proposal hanging in the air.

Jacob: *Once inside, we can use the attendees, including high-profile figures, as leverage. Hostages that will ensure our safe passage and a platform to negotiate our demands. The key is speed and surprise; we strike hard and fast, leaving no room for them to react.*

Contreras: *I appreciate the simplicity and directness of your approach. Seizing control of two taxis and a semicircle lineup—effective. But we need a contingency plan for our escape. As you now, the airport is our safest bet. I propose we include in our terms the requisition of a bus. Once we have control of the situation, the bus will serve as our transport to the airport, allowing us to board a plane to Cuba. This way, even if the situation escalates, we'll have a strategic exit strategy in place.*

Jacob: *Your proposal makes sense. A bus for a clean getaway adds a layer of security to our plan. We're in agreement with this amendment.*

Ernesto: *Please remember that success depends on coordination and adaptability. This addition ensures we're not just launching an attack; we're securing a clean getaway, increasing our chances of a successful mission. Thoughts?*

Contreras: *Good. Our collaboration must be seamless, a symphony of actions working in harmony. We'll need every advantage for tomorrow's mission. Now, let's proceed with the finer details. You guys, you'll be vital in the execution of this plan. Provide us with all the information you've gathered, and let's coordinate our efforts for the success of this operation.*

As the night unfolded, the room buzzed with activity, maps spread out, strategies discussed, and alliances solidified. The hours slipped away, each moment drawing them closer to the crucial night of December 27.

Around 3 am, the Carcel Modelo was engulfed in an uneasy silence, the only sounds the distant echoes of the night. Ligia, Jarliev, Maritza, and the other prisoners slept fitfully in the cold confines of their cells, the weight of uncertainty and fear clinging to the air.

Suddenly, the harsh metallic clank of cell doors being opened shattered the fragile peace. Guards, their faces etched with the weariness of the night shift, herded a new prisoner into the block. The man, fiery defiance in his eyes, vehemently protested his innocence, a futile plea in the unforgiving walls of the prison.

Prisoner: *I shouldn’t even be here, it's just a misunderstanding.*

Guard: *Everyone says that.*

With a forceful shove, the guard thrust the newcomer into Ligia's cell. Ligia, roused from her sleep, stared at the disheveled man with a mix of confusion and concern.

Ligia: *What did you do?*

New Prisoner (exasperated): *Nothing! It's all a misunderstanding.*

Ligia, empathetic, countered, "Isn't that the case for everyone here?" The man sighed, acknowledging the harsh reality of the situation.

New Prisoner: *I shouldn't even be here. Wrong place, wrong time.*

Ligia, leaning against the cell bars, asserted: *Same could be said for me. I'm not even from here.*

The man, now in the dim light of the cell, revealed a weariness that transcended the physical.

New Prisoner: *I'm not from here either. You wouldn't believe me if I told you where I'm really from.*

Ligia: *After everything I've seen, I'd believe anything.*

New Prisoner: *Let's just say fate took a detour, and now I find myself 'here.' I'm just yearning to get back to where I belong.*

Intrigued, Ligia asked for his name.

New Prisoner: *Flint.... Flint Dietrich, what's yours?*

Ligia, stunned, felt a surge of emotions. This was the man they had time-traveled to find, the linchpin in the web of events that led them to this moment.

Ligia (excitedly): *Flint Dietrich! You have no idea how long we've been looking for you. We're from the future too, here to rescue you and take you back. Augustus is working to free us from this prison.*

Flint, wide-eyed and almost disbelieving, asked:

Flint: *Wait, you know Augustus? You guys also time-traveled from the future?*

Ligia, (with a touch of sarcasm): *Yes, I already told you that, but I get it.*

Excitement bubbled within Flint. The prospect of being rescued from this seemingly perpetual night in a Nicaraguan prison, and the realization that others from his time were here, ignited a spark of hope. He leaned in, eager for more information.

Flint: *So, what are Augustus' plans?*

Ligia explained that Augustus, along with Ernesto, Jacob and Kuvira, was working on a plan to free them from prison. Flint, visibly surprised to learn that Augustus was collaborating with Ernesto and Jacob, absorbed the details, his expression a mix of relief and anticipation. Ligia reassured him that they needed to be patient and trust them. However, she couldn't help but express a wish for their lost walkie-talkies, a means of direct communication with Ernesto and the others. Flint, with a hint of mischief, revealed that he had a small walkie that the guards hadn't noticed when they brought him in.

Ligia's eyes widened with excitement. She took the walkie from Flint and, remembering the contact code, attempted to reach Ernesto, who, along with Kuvira, was sleeping near a tree in the woods of the farm.

Ernesto and Kuvira were abruptly awakened by the activating walkie and Ligia's urgent voice: "*Ernesto, are you there*?" repeated multiple times. Ernesto, disoriented yet alert, responded quickly,

Ernesto: *Ligia? Thank God. Are you okay? Is everyone else okay? How are you even contacting me?*

Ligia, keeping her voice low, quickly conveyed the incredible twist of fate — they had found Flint Dietrich, who happened to have a hidden walkie. Ernesto and Kuvira, on the other end of the communication, shared a glance of surprise. Ernesto, grasping the gravity of the situation, outlined their plan to join the Sandinista commando in attacking the somocista house the next night. He assured Ligia that they would negotiate their release and, now knowing about Flint, include his name on the list of political prisoners to be released.

Ligia, a mix of relief and caution in her voice, urged Ernesto to be careful and not alter the timeline too much. After Ernesto and Ligia turned off their walkies, a hushed quiet settled in the woods. Ernesto and Kuvira laid down in the cool grass, and shared a moment of quiet reflection. The convergence of circumstances, the twists of fate that brought Flint Dietrich into the timeline and Ligia's cell, lingered in the air. Ernesto, staring at the night sky, broke the silence:

Ernesto: *What a coincidence, Flint Dietrich, the man we've been searching for across time, ending up here, in that prison, and in Ligia's cell of all places.*

Kuvira (perceptive): *Are you nervous about tomorrow's operation?*

Ernesto (with a half-smile): *I'm always nervous before something like this. But we've faced worse, Kuvira. And somehow, in the end, things tend to work out. But you know, amidst all the chaos, you are my constant. The anchor that keeps me grounded.*

Kuvira (touched by his words): *And you are the flame that lights my path through the darkest of times.*

Kuvira extended a comforting hand. In that quiet moment beneath the stars, emotions flowed between them — the gravity of the mission, the uncertainties of the future, and the resilience that had brought them this far.

Ernesto, with a touch of sarcasm, teased: *Well, I wasn't expecting to sleep the whole night, after all.*

They both chuckled softly, discovering solace in the camaraderie that had become a beacon in their tumultuous journey through time and revolution. They spent the rest of the night talking quietly, relishing each other's company while gazing at the beautiful night sky, stars, and some shooting stars. The night pressed on, bearing the weight of their shared past and the promise of an uncertain future.

Very early in the morning, Contreras gathered everyone near the farmhouse for a final "motivational" speech. The air was crisp, and the first light of dawn began to break. Contreras, with a stern yet determined expression, spoke passionately about the importance of the mission and the need for unity and resolve. He outlined the plan: his group would take control of one taxi, and Ernesto's group would handle another. After securing the transportation, they would regroup, arm themselves, and move towards the target house as night fell.

The atmosphere was tense yet charged with anticipation as the group dispersed to carry out their assigned tasks. Ernesto, Jacob, and the others took their positions, ready for the operation to commence.

Meanwhile, in the prison cell, Ligia seized a moment during their meal to formally introduce Flint to the duo of Jarliev and Maritza. Their expressions reflected genuine surprise upon learning that Flint, too, was a fellow inmate. As the introductions unfolded, Ligia took it upon herself to illuminate the group about the ongoing situation. She revealed that Augustus, Ernesto, Jacob, and Kuvira had been diligently crafting a strategic plan aimed at ensuring their collective release. She urged them to exercise patience and place their trust in the unfolding plan.

As noon approached, it wasn't long before Jacob's earlier "prediction" came to fruition—the distant hum of a radio broadcast filled the air, announcing the voice of Laszlo Pataky on El Clarín. The news echoed through the farm, declaring the impending reception in honor of the North American ambassador, Turner B. Shelton. The venue? The residence of José María Castillo Quant, a minister closely aligned with the Somoza regime.

Contreras, initially taken aback by the accuracy of Jacob's foresight, quickly regained his composure. It was the signal they had been waiting for. The plan was set into motion, and the group commenced the execution of their carefully devised strategy. Rental of two taxis was the first step, and they swiftly procured the vehicles that would serve as their means of transportation to Los Robles. As the two groups independently secured their respective taxis, they rendezvoused in a desolate location.

Contreras: *Alright, everyone, this is it. We've been preparing for this moment, and now it's time to act. The taxis are ready, and we're heading to Los Robles.*

Ernesto, Jacob, Augustus, and Kuvira, armed and ready, nodded in agreement. The commando unit took charge, leading the way as the two taxis followed in tandem. The streets of the city served as a backdrop to their covert mission, each member of the group acutely aware of the significance of the impending event at Castillo Quant's residence.

The "Juan José Quezada" commando, having meticulously planned every detail, guided Ernesto's group to the destination, ready to execute their plan and make a bold statement in the heart of Somoza's regime. Under the cover of night, the commando, led by Eduardo Contreras, approached the house with calculated determination. The absence of the U.S. ambassador ensured the mission's initiation. Contreras, the embodiment of resolve, surged forward, unleashing a storm of gunfire that echoed through the silent streets.

In a semicircle formation, they advanced, each member contributing to the symphony of chaos and rebellion. Jacob, Ernesto, Kuvira, and Augustus seamlessly integrated into the Sandinista commando, their roles crucial in the unfolding drama. Bullets tore through the air as they subdued the guards at the entrance, the commando's unified assault unrelenting.

Hilario Sánchez, demonstrating unwavering determination, forcefully opened the main door with a resolute strength. The pace of the operation intensified as Róger Deshón sustained a gunshot wound to the clavicle. The command's medic, Olga Avilés, promptly rushed to his aid. Simultaneously, Germán Pomares, the ever-vigilant operative, identified a shooter reloading behind a parked vehicle across the street. With calculated precision, he, flanked by Ernesto and Jacob, swiftly moved towards the threat, neutralizing it with a blend of skill and determination.

Upon entering the confines of the house, a blend of disappointment and urgency swept over them when they realized the initial hostages lacked the intended significance. Chema Castillo, a symbol of the regime's resistance, succumbed to the relentless gunfire of the command. Subsequent skirmishes unfolded as elements of the genocidal guard sought to breach their defenses. Identifying crucial members of the Somoza dictatorship, the command pressed forward. These individuals became bargaining chips, pawns in the high-stakes game for the liberation of their comrades and the achievement of their fundamental objectives.

The demands were clear: release revealing statements, obtain a colossal sum of money, free prominent figures, and secure an airplane bound for Cuba. Amidst the chaos, the objectives guided their actions, an intricate dance between firepower and negotiation. The climactic moment arrived as the awaited bus pulled up, a symbol of escape and victory. The command inspected it meticulously, ensuring the vessel for their exodus was sound. One by one, each member descended from the bus, each accompanied by a hostage – a human shield of both necessity and strategic leverage.

Eduardo Contreras, Joaquín Cuadra, Hugo Torres, Germán Pomares, Javier Carrión, Róger Deshón, Leticia Herrera, Olga Avilés, Eleonora Rocha, Omar Hallesleven, Hilario Sánchez, Juan Antonio Ríos, Félix Pedro Picado, Ernesto, Jacob, Augustus, and Kuvira — a procession of determination, defiance, and hope. In that moment, amidst the echoing gunshots and triumphant cheers, they became more than revolutionaries; they embodied the spirit of a people reclaiming their destiny, restoring hope for a brighter future, and proving that tyranny could indeed be defeated. The night bore witness to a symphony of liberation, and in its echoes, the promise of a new dawn.

Meanwhile, within the cold confines of the prison, a ripple of panic spread among the guards. The news of the audacious attack reached their ears, and with it, the realization of the sandinista commando's desires and demands. Worry and anger mingled on their faces as they received direct orders from their superior. The demanded prisoners were to be released.

Confusion hung in the air as Jarliev, Ligia, Maritza, and Flint found themselves abruptly freed from their cells. The guards, their expressions a mix of frustration and trepidation, herded them onto a waiting bus. The atmosphere inside the bus was tense, questions swirling in the minds of the liberated prisoners.

Jarliev: *What's happening? Why are they releasing us?*

Ligia, her mind racing with the possibilities, suddenly connected the dots. The pieces of Ernesto's plan fell into place, and realization dawned on her.

Ligia: *It worked. Ernesto's plan worked. We're being released.*

Maritza (smirking): *Great, although I'll miss this chilly breeze and the lovely concrete walls.*

Flint (grinning): *Yeah, I'll miss the cozy prison beds and the gourmet meals. Nothing like it.*

Ligia: *Come on guys, focus. Ernesto, Jacob, and the others are out there, making sure we get out of here. We need to trust the plan and be ready for whatever comes next.*

Then as they walked, a bag was placed over each of their heads heightened the tension, rendering the journey to the bus disorienting. The guards, their expressions a mix of frustration and trepidation, herded them onto a waiting bus. The atmosphere inside the bus was tense as the prisoners with bags over their heads, were seated with a force that bordered on violence. The muffled sounds of confusion and shuffling filled the confined space, but Ligia's voice cut through the uncertainty.

Ligia (voice calm but resolute): *Remember, trust the process.*

The bus engine roared to life, signaling the beginning of their journey. Each bump on the road heightened the tension, but Ligia's whispered assurances became a steady anchor for the group. After what felt like an eternity, the bus came to a halt. The abrupt stop resonated through the cabin, signaling a change in their surroundings. The guards, their movements brisk and authoritative, guided each prisoner off the bus. The air, though still laden with uncertainty, now carried a different quality. As the bags were removed from their heads, the liberated prisoners found themselves on the tarmac of the airport. The distant hum of engines and the scent of jet fuel filled the air. The guards, their expressions a mix of annoyance and resignation, handed over the prisoners to a waiting group.

Amidst the airport's ambient noises, the muffled whispers of the freed prisoners created a symphony of anticipation. The tension lingered until, after a few minutes, a distant rumble signaled the arrival of another bus. As the door swung open, cheers erupted from within. The Sandinista commando spilled out, triumphant, accompanied by Ernesto's group. The air crackled with celebration and relief. Reunions unfolded, bonds reforged, and within this chaotic chorus of joy, a more intimate scene emerged.

Ernesto, his eyes reflecting a blend of elation and fatigue, approached Jarliev, Maritza and Ligia. The shared struggles, the weight of uncertainty, and the courage to defy oppression had finally led them to this moment. There were no words, just a profound understanding that transcended the need for explanation. Ligia, with her unwavering resolve, locked eyes with Ernesto, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. Their shared purpose had guided them through the intricate dance of time and adversity, and now, it bore fruit in the form of liberated comrades.

Augustus, with a mix of excitement and trepidation, scanned the faces. And then, his gaze locked onto Flint. A gasp escaped him, the realization hitting with the force of a tidal wave.

Augustus (voice choked with emotion): *Flint...*

Flint, realizing the depth of the moment, broke into a grin that mirrored Augustus's mix of joy and relief.

Flint: *Augustus! I never thought I'd see you again.*

Augustus, unable to contain his emotions, pulled Flint into a tight embrace.

Augustus: *I thought... I thought I lost you.*

Flint, patting Augustus on the back, spoke with a reassurance that carried the weight of survival.

Flint: *You didn't. We're here. All thanks to this brave group.*

The reunion, a tapestry of emotions, continued around them. Comrades embracing, stories exchanged, and the sense of camaraderie deepening with each passing moment. Ernesto, Jacob, and their group, enveloped in a shared embrace, basked in the emotional symphony of their success. Tearful smiles exchanged, a silent acknowledgment of the bonds forged through adversity.

As the shared moment lingered, Hugo Torres approached with a mix of gratitude and respect etched on his face. He gestured for a private conversation with Ernesto and Jacob, and once secluded, he expressed his profound thanks.

Hugo: *Ernesto, Jacob, your help tonight was essential. Eduardo Contreras might not say it aloud, but he's grateful, and I am too. Your contributions, the information you shared, it all played a crucial role in tonight's success.*

Ernesto, humbled by the gratitude, nodded appreciatively. Jacob, with a kind smile, accepted the acknowledgment.

Hugo: *We're leaving for Cuba, and I want to offer you a place on our plane. You've earned it.*

Jacob, considering the complexities of their situation, declined the generous offer.

Jacob: *We appreciate it, Hugo, but we need to go our own way. We'll be fine.*

Hugo, respecting their decision, extended a handshake as a final gesture of gratitude and farewell.

Hugo: *Take care of yourselves. And if the winds of destiny ever bring us together again...*

Ernesto, with a confident smile, assured him.

Ernesto: *I guarantee you that.*

With that, Hugo joined his comrades, and they boarded the waiting plane. The aircraft roared to life, carrying with it not only the Sandinista commando and their liberated political prisoners but also the echoes of a night that had changed the course of history, then the plane disappeared into the night sky. Confusion then rippled among the remaining guards, so Ernesto observing their bewilderment, calmly approached.

Guard: *Why aren't you leaving too?*

Ernesto (with a cryptic smile): *We'll disappear too. Don't worry about it. Just go, and don't bother us.*

The guards, uncertain but unwilling to defy the group, departed the scene. Alone once more, Ernesto's group gathered, the weight of their accomplishments settling in. Maritza, in her usual flair, broke the post-mission silence.

Maritza: *So, what's next? Another adventure? Or maybe we throw a final party? My feet need some action after all this stress.*

Jacob: *Our mission was to rescue Flint, and we've done that. It's time to go back to the future, back home.*

Maritza: *Oh, great. I was hoping for more excitement. But sure, let's go home and rest. I'm tired anyway.*

The group, with a mix of exhaustion and accomplishment, prepared for the journey back to their own time. The group then made their way back to the hotel to retrieve their belongings, and as they checked their rooms, the familiar sight of their possessions provided a grounding reassurance. With their belongings secured, they set out for the secluded spot in the woods, where Augustus had hidden the Time Machine. Jarliev voiced a concern about the possibility of someone discovering it in their absence. However, as Augustus uncovered the machine from its leafy camouflage, relief washed over the group. The Time Machine stood untouched.

Augustus set the time circuits to return just a minute after they left in the future.

Augustus: *We'll arrive just one minute after we were gone in the future, so it's going to be like we were never gone. Get ready everyone for a temporal displacement.*

As the group gathered within the confines of the Time Machine, Augustus initiated the temporal journey. The machine hummed to life, and in a dazzling explosion of light, they vanished from that moment, leaving behind a forest untouched by their passage.

Once they arrived back to the present, the group excitedly exited the time machine, anticipating a reunion with the 'Circle of Erjacjar' agents who had accompanied them on their journey to the past. However, to their surprise and confusion, there was nobody there. The ambient sounds were only the wind, silence, and the distant hum of insects.

Puzzled, Ernesto turned to Augustus, questioning the absence of their fellow agents. Augustus, equally perplexed, explained that he had programmed the time machine to return just one minute after they had left for the past. According to the agents' timeline, barely a minute should have passed, and they should be present. Jacob, sensing the urgency, directed the fatigued group to search the surroundings for any sign of their missing comrades.

Minutes ticked by as they scoured the area, but there was no trace of the agents or even the wheel marks from the cars that had brought them there. The confusion deepened, and a concerned atmosphere settled over the group. Augustus, a gravity to his expression, acknowledged the inexplicable situation.

Augustus: *Something's not right. We better leave this place. I'll conceal the time machine with branches and leaves again. Let's see if we can figure out what's going on.*

The group, following Augustus's lead, exited the woods, concealing the Time Machine once again with branches and leaves. They began their journey towards Managua, the dark road leading them back to the city. However, as they entered, an unsettling sight greeted them. The city seemed dirtier than usual, strewn with plastic bags, beer cans, and various other types of trash.

Initially, they brushed it off, attributing it to the usual urban mess. Yet, as they ventured deeper into Managua, their unease grew. An alley revealed an unusual gathering of police cars, an aberration that sparked concern among the group. Continuing their walk, they passed by a burned building that was unfamiliar to them. As they quickened their pace, distant police sirens and the agitated barking of wild dogs filled the air.

Their path led them into a dark and dilapidated neighborhood, a stark contrast to the city they knew. Ernesto, his worry palpable, voiced his concern about having arrived in the wrong year. Augustus, equally perplexed, asserted that he had set the time circuits to return just a minute after their original departure.

Amidst their confusion, Maritza distanced herself from the group and picked up a newspaper lying on the door of a dilapidated house. The date on the paper matched the present date, leaving Maritza bewildered. She called the group over, urging them to witness the unexpected reality before them. The group, huddled around the newspaper, shared a collective sense of confusion and apprehension. As the group huddled around the newspaper, their confusion deepened, and the tension was interrupted by the creaking of a door. A man, holding a machete, emerged from the dilapidated house, his eyes filled with suspicion and hostility.

Man (angrily): *Drop that paper and identify yourselves!*

Ernesto (raising his hands): *Easy. We mean no harm. Don't you recognize us? I'm Ernesto, this is Jacob, and we're here with our group. We're the ones who saved the world from a curse and took down the K.E.S.E. organization two years ago.*

Man (scowling): *Ernesto? Jacob? Curse? I've never heard of any of that. Identify yourselves and state your business... You work for them, right? This corrupt government has taken enough from me, from all of us.*

Augustus (confused): *What are you talking about? The government I know has been involved in humanitarian activities. We supported in defeating the K.E.S.E.*

Man (angry): *I don't know what you're talking about. Identify yourselves now or leave before my machete and I make you!*

Jacob (patiently): *We don't want trouble. We're just trying to figure out what happened. We came back from..... a trip, and things seem different.*

Man (angry): *I don't care about your stories. All of you have exactly five seconds to get off my property with your guts intact... One... Two... Three...*

Kuvira (assertively): *Hold on, let's talk. We're not your enemies.*

As the man reached "five" in his count, a Hilux truck screeched to a halt, masked individuals inside firing shots at the man's house and others nearby. Panic ensued as everyone sought cover.

Man (yelling defiantly and trying to run after the truck): *You won't silence me! You won't intimidate me! You will all pay!*

Seizing the chaos, Ernesto's group slipped away, bewildered by the unforeseen and hostile turn of events. As Ernesto's group sprinted away from the chaotic scene, they engaged in a hurried discussion about the bizarre events and the unsettling words of the man with the machete. The mention of a "corrupt government" left them bewildered, as they struggled to reconcile this description with the government they knew.

Ernesto (panting): *What just happened back there? "Corrupt government"?*

Maritza (panting): *Yeah, well, I mean, the government has issues, but this corruption talk... it's extreme.*

Jacob (panting): *Let's find a safer place to talk and figure out what's going on.*

The group decided to head towards the old cathedral, seeking a quieter space to process the bewildering turn of events. However, as they neared the area, the shock intensified. The Managua they encountered was drastically different from the one they left.

Groups of bikers adorned with "Juventud Sandinista" logos roamed the streets, casually discarding beer cans. A prominent statue of Hugo Chávez in a roundabout was a startling addition, and local vendors peddled Sandinista government merchandise. The "Trees of Life", or rather metal installations located in different places in Managua, unfamiliar to them, adorned the streets, accompanying other sculptures and government advertising signs.

Ligia (wide-eyed): *What happened to our city? This is not the Managua we left.*

Jarliev (bewildered): *Look at all those government signs. This is not right. Who the hell is Daniel Ortega?*

As they maneuvered through the chaotic scene, the horrified group reached the cathedral, only to find it still in ruins, surrounded by yet another advertising sign proudly displaying the government of Daniel Ortega.

Ernesto (disbelief): *This can't be real. Are still sure this is the right year?*

Maritza (regrettably): *Ernesto, I wish it weren't true, but this is the same year and date we originally departed. Remember the newspaper? It confirmed today's date. Somehow, things have changed drastically.*

As the group stood amidst the ruins of the cathedral, surrounded by the altered city, a tense debate unfolded.

Jarliev (thoughtfully): *I can't help but wonder, could it be something we did in the past? Like the attack that your group carried out on the somocista house to free us from prison? Maybe that changed the entire timeline.*

Jacob (firmly): *No, that attack was part of the original timeline too. It was going to happen whether we participated or not. We just joined as new members. I don't think that's what altered everything.*

Ernesto (pondering): *We need to consider the ramifications of our past actions. Every decision we made could potentially have consequences. Augustus, Flint, Kuvira—does anyone have any ideas?*

Kuvira (scratching her head): *I'm as lost as you are. We were careful not to disturb the past too much.*

Ernesto (getting frustrated): *But what exactly did we change? We need specifics.*

Jacob (analyzing): *Ernesto, calm down. Let's carefully review everything we've done, step by step. Perhaps we can reconvene tomorrow. It's crucial for both our bodies and minds to rest and reflect on this. How about meeting at your house in the afternoon?*

Augustus: *I agree. There's no denying that our actions in 1974 had profound implications for the timeline. However, rushing back to that specific year without a comprehensive understanding of the events would be reckless. It's crucial that we meticulously analyze the situation. For the time being, let's each take some time apart and reconvene at Ernesto's house tomorrow. Sound like a plan?*

The group dispersed, each heading to their respective homes. Ernesto took a taxi, exhausted from the tumultuous events, and found solace in sleep during the entire trip. He awoke to the taxi driver gently nudging him upon reaching his house.

Ernesto, stepping out of the taxi, was surprised to find his residence retained the old layout, unchanged, just as it was before Kesler's attack two years ago. The absence of the security measures he installed, like the face scanner and fingertip scanner, struck him. "*It Figures*," he muttered. Approaching the front door, he noticed a conventional padlock, lacking a key. Sighing, he agilely climbed the wall, avoiding the barbed razor wire fence.

Inside, he discovered that the house's interior had reverted to its state before Kesler's attack—familiar yet different. A tired Ernesto, navigating the altered surroundings, reached his bed, which also bore subtle changes. He laid down, the weight of the day's revelations settling on him, and succumbed to a much-needed sleep.

Meanwhile, Jacob arrived at his house, only to find a padlock slightly different from the one he remembered. His key didn't work, leading him to climb the wall and enter through his bedroom window. However, in a clumsy twist of fate, he got entangled in a fan cord, causing a commotion that woke up an unknown girl in the room. Startled, she began screaming in fear.

A light flicked on outside the room, and an angry man wielding a bat burst in, demanding to know who Jacob was and why he was in his daughter's room. Confused and scared, Jacob attempted to explain, but the man attacked him with the bat. In a chaotic flurry, Jacob dodged the swings, and the man inadvertently wrecked much of the room. Eventually, Jacob managed to escape the house, the man shouting after him a stern warning.

Jacob, now alone in the dark, pondered the possibility that, in this new timeline, he might not have a house of his own. The realization struck that his residence from the original timeline now belonged to a different family. He considered seeking shelter with someone from the group, but a sense of not wanting to burden them prevailed. Instead, he opted to spend the night in a cheap hotel, using some of his money. The night would provide much-needed rest, and he could figure out his next steps come morning.

At the next morning, Ernesto woke up in his bed, slightly disoriented by the sound of the TV playing in his living room. Confused, he considered the possibility that someone from his group might have entered his house. However, as he recalled the absence of his security measures that he had in the original timeline, so he grew worried and decided to investigate. Climbing out of bed, he made his way cautiously through the familiar yet different interior.

When he got to the living room, Ernesto was on the verge of passing out when he saw his own mother sitting on the sofa, casually watching the morning news. The shock was palpable; in the original timeline, both of his parents had been deceased. Ernesto's mother noticed him and warmly greeted him with a "*good morning darling*".

Ernesto, still processing the surreal moment, struggled to find his voice. His mother, sensing something amiss, observed the changes in her son—both physical and mental. Ernesto appeared more muscular and fit than she remembered from this new timeline.

Ernesto's mother: *You look more muscular and athletic than you did just last night. You look really good, but, what's going on?*

Ernesto (with a strained smile): *Thanks, I've been exercising lately, but don't worry it's... it's a long story. I just had a nightmare, but it felt so real, you know?*

His mother, sensing the worry in his eyes, motioned for him to sit beside her on the sofa: *Come here, sweetheart. Tell me about it.*

Ernesto, his voice a bit shaky, sat down and began recounting the bewildering events of the past few days, the time travel, and the altered timeline, but as the "nightmare" he had. As he spoke, his mother listened attentively, her eyes reflecting a mix of understanding and compassion.

When he finished, Ernesto, overwhelmed by the weight of the revelation, hugged his mother tightly—the strongest and most loving embrace he had ever given. She reciprocated, gently patting his back and gave him a cheek kiss.

His mother, with a soothing tone, reassured him: *It's okay, my love. You're here now, and everything is all right. Nightmares can be pretty intense, but you're safe. I'm here for you.*

Ernesto: *Thanks mom, that's all I wanted.*

Ernesto's mom: *Now, go say hello to your dad and ask him to prepare breakfast for you, he should be in the yard, he said he wanted to clean the car with a rag.*

Ernesto, slightly stunned by the revelation that his father was also alive and well, rushed to the yard. There, he found his dad, who was busy polishing the car with a rag. Overwhelmed with emotion, Ernesto gave him a strong and loving hug, almost tearing up to see him alive.

Ernesto's Dad: *Good morning, champ. How did you sleep?*

Ernesto, still processing the joy of the moment, replied: *I slept super well, more than I have in years.*

Ernesto's Dad: *That's great to hear. I'm starving; let's go have some breakfast.*

Ernesto offered to help, and they headed to the kitchen together. Once there, Ernesto's father instructed him to grab three eggs from the refrigerator. Confused, Ernesto asked why three eggs when his mother had already eaten.

Ernesto's Dad: *One for me, one for you, and one for your sister, Marcela.*

Ernesto's eyes widened in shock. In the original timeline, he never had any siblings. Trying to process this new information, he stammered,

Ernesto: *S-sister?*

Ernesto's Dad, oblivious to the impact of his words, chuckled: *Yes, who else would it be? Your only sister, Marcela. Now, go wake her up and tell her to be ready for breakfast.*

Ernesto, still grappling with the unexpected turn of events, nodded and headed to Marcela's room. He knocked gently and called out:

Ernesto: *Marcela, wake up. Dad's preparing breakfast for us.*

A few minutes later, Ernesto and his dad finished preparing breakfast. Ernesto observed Marcela emerging from her room and taking her usual seat. Struck by the realization that she looked a bit younger than him, he inferred that she might be at least five years younger, possibly around 16 years old. Marcela, catching Ernesto staring, sarcastically quipped, "*What are you looking at, monkey?*".

Ernesto, choosing to keep the extraordinary events of the time travel and the changes of the timelines to himself, joined in the breakfast conversation without mentioning anything about the time travel or the altered timeline.

Ernesto (sarcastic): *Oh nothing sis, I was just seeing that you have dried drool in your mouth.*

Marcela (rolling her eyes): *Very funny, Ernesto. By the way, who still says "sis" these days? Only losers like you.*

Ernesto's mother (chuckling): *Enough, you two. Just enjoy this breakfast together. Marcela, did you finish your homework last night?*

Marcela (sarcastic grin): *Of course, Mom. I always finish my homework on time, unlike some people.*

Ernesto (raising an eyebrow): *Excuse me? If I can't complete my university assignments it is because of so many activities I have to do.*

Ernesto's mother: *What activities, Ernesto? You don't have a job yet, you said that first you wanted to focus on your studies, and once you graduate you will look for a job. Plus, you are always one of the best students.*

Ernesto: *Oh really?..... I mean, that's right, I just wanted you to say it out loud.*

Ernesto's Dad: *Alright, alright. Let's keep the peace at the breakfast table.*

As they bantered and enjoyed the meal, Ernesto marveled at the normalcy of it all, a stark contrast to the complex, chaotic and dangerous situations he had faced in the original timeline. Immediately after finishing the hearty breakfast, Ernesto's father's face suddenly lit up with realization.

Ernesto's Dad: *Oh, I almost forgot! Lassie is still sleeping in the guest room. We need to get her out of there.*

Ernesto, genuinely impressed, muttered to himself in a low voice: *Lassie is still alive in this timeline?*

Ernesto, trying to hold back tears of joy, went to the guest room and opened the door. There, he saw a somewhat older Lassie than he remembered—living longer in this new timeline. Lassie, recognizing Ernesto, happily rushed toward him and stood up on two legs to greet him. Ernesto, overcome with excitement and emotions, knelt down, hugged his beloved dog, and kissed her head, just like he used to do in his original timeline.

As Ernesto knelt there, embracing Lassie, the flood of emotions overwhelmed him. In the original timeline, he had witnessed Lassie's untimely demise, a memory etched in sorrow. Now, before him stood another version of his cherished companion—alive and well.

Ernesto, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, whispered to Lassie: *I thought I lost you forever, girl..... I'm sorry for not being able to protect and save you in my world.*

Lassie, as if understanding the depth of the moment, nudged Ernesto affectionately. The room seemed to hold a sacred silence, broken only by the subtle sounds of their reunion. Ernesto, gently wiping away a tear, couldn't help but marvel at this unexpected twist of fate. Lassie, seemingly attuned to Ernesto's sentiments, licked his face, her eyes reflecting a profound connection. It was a reunion that transcended the boundaries of time and touched the deepest recesses of Ernesto's soul.

Meanwhile, Augustus initiated a group call with Ernesto, Jacob, Jarliev, Ligia, Kuvira, Maritza, and Flint. His voice echoed through the phones, carrying a tone of urgency.

Augustus: *Gather up, everyone. It's time we reunite at Ernesto's place. We need to meticulously analyze the situation we've found ourselves, such as the consequences of our time travel. We can't afford to underestimate the changes in the timeline.*

Ernesto hesitated for a moment, glancing around his now unexpectedly bustling house. He then spoke up: *Maybe meeting here isn't the best idea. There are... others here with me. I'll explain everything once we gather, but in a safer place.*

Maritza (ever enthusiastic): *Why not at my place? It might be small, but it's cozy, and we can have some privacy to discuss without interruptions.*

There was a moment of agreement from the group, and Maritza, excited, added: *That's great! I'll tidy up the house since it's a bit of a mess, and I'll whip up some popcorn... or something.*

With the meeting place settled, each member prepared to head to Maritza's house.

A few hours later, the group arrived at Maritza's house simultaneously, though it was unintentional—a mere coincidence. They knocked on her door, and Maritza's voice echoed from within, "*I'm coming*." She opened the door, welcoming them with a warm smile, apologizing for the slight mess as she continued cleaning.

Maritza: *Please, come on in! I was still tidying up, but make yourselves comfortable.*

They entered Maritza's cozy living room, and Kuvira, the first to sit on the sofa, let out an "*Auch*." Surprised, they discovered one of Maritza's shoes on the couch.

Kuvira (with a sly grin): *Is this your latest home decor, Maritza?*

Maritza (chuckling): *Oh, that's where it went! I've been looking for that shoe since I got home last night.*

Noticing Maritza's bare foot on one side, Kuvira remarked: *Yeah, seems that way.*

She retrieved the shoe, and the group settled in, munching on some slightly burned popcorn that Maritza had prepared. After a while, they turned their attention to the pressing matters at hand.

Ernesto: *Alright, let's focus on what we know about ourselves, and by ourselves I mean our versions of ourselves in this new timeline. Ligia, you want to start?*

Ligia: *Well, my Data Analysis Company doesn't exist here. Now, I find myself stuck in a completely different job, and to be honest, it's not something I'm passionate about. Plus, there are these subtle yet significant differences in my life in this new timeline that I'm still trying to wrap my head around.*

Jacob (sad and concerned): *Well, I don't even know where to go anymore. Someone's living in my house, the one I owned in the original timeline now belongs to another family and I'm not sure if I have a house in this timeline.*

Kuvira: *I couldn't find any information about myself. It's like I don't even exist at all in this new world.*

Jarliev: *In this timeline, I'm a computer engineer, but I live in a risky neighborhood surrounded by gangs and gang wars, and I don't know why.*

Ernesto (a bit awkwardly): *Well, turns out, everything is pretty great for me in this new timeline......*

Maritza (with a playful grin): *Of course, Mr. Lucky.*

Ernesto: *Remember when I said there were "others" in my house? Well, it turns out that in this timeline my parents are alive.*

The revelation about Ernesto's parents being alive left the entire group stunned, especially Ligia and Jarliev, who were pleasantly surprised to hear that their uncles were alive and well in this new timeline.

Jarliev (smiling): *Well, that's a pleasant twist. It's good to hear they're doing well.*

Ernesto (nodding): *And guess what, I have a sister in this new timeline. Her name is Marcela, she is about 16 years old.*

Ligia and Jarliev (surprised): *A sister?!?!*

Ernesto (nodding): *Yeah. But wait, there's more. Lassie is still alive in this timeline.*

Jacob, who had been quietly listening, couldn't hide his astonishment. In the original timeline, he was the one responsible for Lassie's demise.

Jacob: *Lassie? But I... I was the one who...*

Ernesto (touching his shoulder and with a reassuring tone): *It's okay, Jacob. In this timeline, she's here, alive and well.*

As the group processed these revelations, Ernesto continued sharing more aspects of his new life.

Ernesto: *Also, I'm apparently one of the best students in my university career in this timeline.*

Maritza (teasing): *Oh, Mr. Lucky indeed. Looks like this timeline upgraded you.*

Ernesto: *Well, not totally. Remember that in this timeline, we are apparently not as famous as we were in the original timeline, where we were considered heroes for saving the world from the evil organization K.E.S.E. and the Rarzars' mind control curse. Possibly none of that happened at all. But yeah, it's quite a different experience from what I was used to.*

Maritza (smiling): *Well, in my case, things are a bit different but strangely similar. I still own my late adoptive father Guillermo's house. And surprisingly, almost everything that happened to me in the original timeline also happened in this new one, which wasn't all very good but at least is not so different from what I already know.*

Ligia (intrigued): *What's your story, Maritza? If you're comfortable sharing, that is.*

Maritza took a deep breath, swallowing her nerves, before beginning her tale. As Maritza delved into her past, the room seemed to shift, enveloping the group's mind in a palpable sense of history. Maritza's voice took on a reflective tone as she narrated her journey:

**Maritza:**

*I was born in 1996, a shy girl who found solace in the love of her parents. But childhood was a turbulent time, marked by relentless bullying that left me insecure and afraid. My refuge was my parents, with whom I shared adventures and found joy amid the turmoil. But tragedy struck during my teenage years when my parents died, victims of a lab explosion, and left me an orphan...... Guillermo Hernandez, a family friend, stepped in as my adoptive father, as a way of honoring my mother.*

*The first months were tough. Depression clung to me like a shadow, accompanied by chronic nightmares that left me waking in the middle of the night, tears streaming down my face. Guillermo became my anchor, caring for me through the darkest hours. My grief morphed into a rebellious phase, marked by late-night escapades and a carefree attitude. One fateful night, returning home half-drunk, Guillermo confronted me. He scolded me for my irresponsibility, for putting myself in danger. It was a wake-up call.*

*Guillermo shared his own past struggles, urging me to consider the path I was on. He emphasized the importance of forming meaningful connections and focusing on the future. His words resonated, and I began to reshape my life.*

*Guillermo's wisdom came from his own personal experience. He told me that after his wife died, he sold his old house, moved to a smaller one, this one actually, and met my mother at work, his mentee, after her joining the company where he worked. Devastated by my parents' tragic death, he became my legal guardian.*

*In Guillermo's care, I found solace and happiness. He guided me through social development, turning a once shy girl into the most popular girl in university. His teachings extended beyond social skills; he imparted dance techniques and meditation practices, nurturing not just my social self but also my mental well-being.*

*Some years passed, and Guillermo lay weak on his deathbed. I stood by his side. His final moments were poignant, as he acknowledged my transformation and expressed fears about death. But in his last breaths, Guillermo found comfort in the belief of reuniting with his wife and my parents. As he passed away, a smile graced his face. His teachings lingered, guiding me to move forward, control myself at parties, and be more responsible.*

As she finished her tale, a heavy silence fell upon the group. Ligia, Jarliev, and Kuvira wore expressions of empathy, now understanding the intricacies of Maritza's journey. Ernesto and Jacob, who had known fragments of her story, exchanged glances, acknowledging the depth of Maritza's experiences.

Ernesto (softly): *I knew some parts of your story, Maritza, but hearing it all... I can't imagine what that must have been like for you.*

Jacob (nodding): *Yeah, you only told us bits and pieces, but this... this is something else.*

Maritza: *Thank you for listening to me, but I really bow down in respect to you guys. I mean, I also can't imagine everything you've been through and had to live. Betrayals, deaths, resurrections, manipulation, curses, evil organizations..... If my experiences were difficult, I can't imagine everything you also had to deal with.*

Jacob (with a somber smile): *Well, we're all in this together now. Different timelines, different challenges, but a common goal – figuring out what happened and how to fix it.*

Augustus: *That's right, I think that's enough talk about our pasts and traumatic events. Now we must focus on the present, on this horrible new present.*

Kuvira (leaning forward): *It could be some sort of temporal anomaly or something.*

Flint: *Whatever it is, we need to find a way to fix it. I can't imagine living in a world where everything is so different.*

Ernesto: *So, let's start theorizing. What events could have triggered this timeline shift? And more importantly, how do we set things right?*

As the group delved into a discussion, exchanging theories and ideas, the cozy living room transformed into a makeshift war room. After a prolonged session of theorizing and heated debates, the group found themselves at an impasse. They had considered various events during their stay in 1974, but none seemed substantial enough to trigger such a drastic change in the timeline. Jacob, feeling a surge of frustration, decided to take matters into his own hands.

Jacob (grabbing a marker and heading toward a nearby board): *Maybe we're missing something. Let's break down everything we did in 1974.*

As Jacob started drawing a timeline on the board, he meticulously listed each significant event. They discussed their stay at the hotel, their intervention in the market robbery, Maritza and Kuvira's dance by the old cathedral, Ligia and Jarliev's encounter with the crazed old woman in the earthquake ruins, and the attack on the Somocista house. However, none of these events seemed to hold the key to the timeline shift.

Jacob (running his fingers through his hair in frustration): *We're missing something... something that might have seemed insignificant at the time but had a more profound impact than we thought.*

Ernesto (leaning against a wall): *I knew there were risks, and now we find ourselves entangled in this mess. Every action we took, every decision we made—no matter how inconsequential it seemed at the time—could have set off a chain reaction leading to this altered timeline. Maybe messing with time was a gamble we shouldn't have taken.*

Flint: *We can't change the past, Ernesto. What's done is done. Right now, we need to focus on figuring out what went wrong and how we can fix it.. And besides, I never asked to be rescued in the past.*

Jacob (sympathetically): *C'mon Flint, let's just focus on figuring this out.*

Flint (nodding): *You're right. We can't undo the past, but we can shape the future. Let's keep going. We need to dig deeper, analyze every event from 1974, no matter how small, and find the missing piece.*

The group refocused, their minds grappling with the complexities of the altered timeline. Jacob continued drawing on the board, urging the group to revisit each event with a fresh perspective. As they continued debating, Maritza, Jarliev, and Ligia's arrest in the past became a focal point. The group contemplated the potential butterfly effect their presence and actions there might have had on the fabric of time.

## Credits

* Ernesto Ibarra
* Jacob
* Jarliev
* Daniel Ortega
* Kuvira
* Maritza Williamson
* Ligia
* Augustus Zeno
* Flint Dietrich
* Mr. Ruiz
* Emilio Cardenas
* Ernesto's mother
* Ernesto's dad
* Marcela Ibarra
* Lassie
* Crazed old woman
* Germán
* Laszlo Pataky
* Omar Halleslevens
* Germán Pomares
* Leticia Herrera
* Hilario Sánchez
* Javier Carrión
* Joaquín Cuadra
* Alberto Ríos
* Róger Deshon
* Olga Avilés
* Eleonora Rocha
* Félix Pedro Picado
* Guillermo Hernandez

## Appearances

###  Locations

* Managua, Nicaragua
* Blackgrass Meadows/Lomas de Montserrat
* Ernesto Ibarra's Updated house
* Ernesto Ibarra's old house
* Xcape bar
* Tipitapa River
* Cárcel La Modelo
* Government's Secret Underground Levels
* American University, UAM

###  Items

* The Time Machine
* Walkie-talkie
* Flashlight
* Exterminator's Mask

###  Organizations

* The Government
* The Circle of Erjacjar
* F.S.L.N.
* "Juan José Quezada" commando
* American University, UAM

###  Mentioned

* Resurrection Stone
* Spell Book
* The Rarzars
* Kesler
* The K.E.S.E.
* Anastasio Somoza Debayle

## Deaths

* Maritza Williamson's parents *(Confirmed Fate)*
* Guillermo Hernandez *(Confirmed Fate)*

## Trivia

* First appearance of Maritza Williamson.
* First (and last) appearance of Guillermo Hernandez.
* It's unknow why the time machine did not transport itself back in time too when it sucked Flint, it can be assumed that it didn't because the machine was either unstable or unfinished, or a combination of both back then and therefore only transported in time whatever it managed to suck thought the portal.