by Simon Hawke
“But how are we to find out who they are, Sam?” Hancock asked. “Of whom can we make our inquiries? I hardly think that the Tories shall share anything they know with us. The sympathies of every man who is present in this room are well known to all of them,”
“Not every man,” said Hunter. “They do not know my friends here.”
“Nor, for that matter, do we know them.” Paul Revere said. “No offense intended”
“None taken.” said Lucas. “We know that we are strangers here and only present because our friend. Reese Hunter, vouched for us. But we are patriots, the same as you, and there are many in New York who think as we do. We’ve come to confer with Boston’s patriot leaders, to share goodwill and seek advice, but we have also tome to offer help if needed. Now as Mr. Hancock said, if most of you are known to the Tories here in Boston, then you can hardly expect them to help you find whoever killed your friends. However, we three an: not known here. We arrived only yesterday, and except for Reese, you are the first citizens of Boston we have spoken to. We could just as easily be Tories recently arrived in Boston. We could go where the Tories gather and strike up friendships with them, then pass on anything we learn to you.”
Adams looked thoughtful. “Your idea has merit,” he said. “But you realize that you would he taking a great risk if they discovered that you were deceiving them?”
“We have already taken a great risk in coming here and meeting with known radicals,” said Delaney. “That’s the sort of thing that could tarnish a gentleman’s reputation.”
His comment provoked laughter. “You may joke, sir,” Adams said. “but spying is a very serious business.”
“So is murder,” said Andre.
“Yes, so it is,” Adams replied gravely. “How old are you, lad?”
“Eighteen, sir,” Andre said.
“Eighteen.” said Adams, with a sigh. “Eighteen is very young.”
“I see others here scarcely older than myself.” said Andre. “And seventeen is old enough to join the militia.”
“True.” said Adams. “but drilling with a rifle does not make one a man.”
“Nor does plotting in back rooms or smashing windows in the middle of the night,” said Andre
Hancock chuckled. “He has you there. Sam.”
“A man is one who is willing to stand up for his beliefs, sir.” Andre said. “I came here willing to stand up for mine.”
Adams smiled. “Well said, young man. Very well then, I accept the offer of your help. We need all the help that we can get and we could do with a spy or two among the Tories of this town. I would dearly like to find out who this ‘headless horseman’ is and who his friends are. He could scarcely have accounted for those four men alone. But for this plan to work, you must be careful not to be seen with any of us. We must devise a way for you to secretly report your findings.”
“With your permission, sir,” said Lucas, we would rather see to that ourselves. The moment we discover anything, we will send Reese to you with the information or one of us will contact you directly, at a time and place of our own choosing. In that manner, if there is to be no set time and place for us to meet, then no one can find out about
Adams stared at him for a moment. “You sound as if you have some experience in such matters. Mr. Priest.”
“As you yourself said. Mr. Adams, these are troubled times,” Lucas replied. “I have merely learned how to be cautious. And now, with your permission, if we are to begin tonight. we’d best be on our way. Good day, gentlemen. You will be hearing from us.”
“Good fortune to you.” Adams said. He waited till they’d left the room, then turned to Paul Revere. “Paul, I think it would be best if someone were to keep a weather eye upon those three. That new apprentice of yours you’ve been telling me about, young Jonathan, who came here with his uncle from the Pennsylvania frontier, you say he is a most resourceful lad?”
“Aye, made friends with the Indians, he did.” Revere said. “I’ve seen him use his fowling piece to drop a deer at over a hundred paces. Moves through the forest like a cat, he does.”
“You said that he was eager to join us.” Adams said. “Let us see, then, how resourceful he can be. Follow those three and find out where they go, then send young Jonathan to keep an eye on them discreetly and inform us of their movements.”
“I’m on my way.” Revere said, picking up his coat and hat.
“You don’t trust them?” Edes said. “But Hunter vouched for them.”
“Reese Hunter seems like a good man.” Adams said. “Macintosh speaks highly of him. But then Mac speaks highly of anyone who will stand him to a drink. We have learned, most tragically, that there exists a group among the Tories who will stop at nothing to oppose us, not even murder. If we send men to spy upon them, then they can just as easily send men to spy on us. I. too, have learned how to be cautious, Ben.”
They had gone about eight blocks when Delaney said. “We’re being followed.”
“I know,” said Hunter. “It’s Revere. I spotted him about two blocks ago. Adams must’ve sent him after us.”
“Not a very trusting sort, is he?” Lucas said, smiling to himself.
That man was born too late,” said Hunter. “He would have made one hell of an intelligence chief.”
“Do we shake him?” Andre asked.
“No, what for?” Delaney said. “Let him report hack to Adams that we’re doing exactly what we said we’d do.”
“This is as far as I’d better go.” said Hunter. “The Peacock Tavern is around the corner, at the end of the street. They should be serving the ordinary about now, so there’ll be plenty of people there, especially after what happened this morning.” He paused. “What’ll you do if you run into Drakov? He knows you.”
“Well, we don’t know for sure he’s here yet.” Lucas said. “But if we should happen to run into him, we’ll try to take him alive.”
“Knowing Drakov, that’s not going to be easy. Especially if he’s got friends among the Tories.” Hunter said.
“I know.” said Lucas “But we have to try to find out how many clones of himself he’s made and where he’s planted them. We won’t take any chances, though. We can’t afford having him cause a temporal disruption.”
“Meaning you’ll kill him if you have to,” Hunter said.
“Only if we have to,” Lucas said. “In which case, we may have to clock out in a hurry, so be where we can find you.”
Hunter nodded. “I’ll be at my place. Either way, you’ll be getting back to me tonight?”
“Soon as we get a chance,” said Lucas “In the meantime, we’d better see about renting a place of our own somewhere in town. It wouldn’t do for three Tories from New York to be seen associating with a Son of Liberty.”
“You can probably get rooms upstairs at the tavern.” said Hunter, “but its liable to be a little noisy. If you want something more private, ask around. A lot of the merchants usually have property to rent around the waterfront. Don’t be afraid to dicker price. it’s expected.”
“Thanks.”
“Good luck. And watch yourselves, okay? You’re my only ticket out of here.”
The tavern was crowded, as Hunter had predicted. They had to wait a while for a table to be free, so they went up to the bar. There was no sign of Drakov, but they kept their eyes on the door, just in case. They each had a brace of loaded dueling pistols hidden underneath their coats and small lasers tucked away in well-concealed shoulder holsters underneath their shirts. Wearing them that way meant they wouldn’t be able to get at them very quickly, but it was a necessary tradeoff for optimum concealment. Ordnance Section had experimented with disguising the laser pistols as more primitive weapons, but none of those experiments had proved terribly successful in terms of being able to wear the weapons hidden. And the plasma weapons were simply too large for any such attempt to be practical. The smallest one was about the size of a 10 mm. semiautomatic with a slightly longer barrel. On covert field
missions, it was generally standard practice not to carry them unless absolutely necessary. For added safety, each weapon was failsafed so that if the safety catch wasn’t properly released, the weapon would self-destruct. The lasers would simply fuse and become useless lumps of molten nysteel. Anyone holding the weapon when the failsafe mechanism became activated would have a very brief instant of warning as the weapon suddenly started to become extremely hot. If that warning was not heeded and the weapon wasn’t immediately dropped, the result would be excruciatingly painful and permanently disabling.
Many temporal agents simply resorted to more primitive, but in proper hands, no less effective tools, such as various martial arts weapons or lead projectile pistols. Steiger, who was a weapons collector, often went armed with a semiautomatic pistol or two. Others carried tiny, flat, plastic dart guns known as ‘stingers.” small enough to be concealed in the palm of the hand and loaded with slim magazines that held miniature needle darts loaded with powerful tranquilizer drugs or instantaneously lethal poisons. These weapons were almost completely silent in operation, making only a brief, very high-pitched whistling noise when fired. Each of the agents were armed with one of these, snapped butt down into spring-loaded holsters strapped to their forearms and hidden underneath their sleeves. Each of them also carried a slim commando knife in a sheath strapped either to the forearm or carried down the back. None of them carried any weapons in their pockets, the better to avoid the possibility of a skilled pickpocket coming away with an unexpected prize.
Fortunately, the clothing of this period was loose and somewhat bulky, which helped to hide the weapons, but they still only planned to use them as a last resort. If there was a need for any shooting to be done, especially with witnesses about, they would first reach for the dueling pistols, which to all outward appearances, looked no different from any other flintlock pistol of the time. In fact, they had been constructed in the 27th century of superior materials and cleverly designed so that they could be loaded with powder and ball and fired like any other flintlock or a strip of metal in front of the trigger guard could be pushed forward and a narrow, spring-loaded magazine could be inserted, turning the dueling pistol into a semiautomatic that fired specially designed. high-velocity ball ammo. The hammer for the semiautomatic function was machined into the flintlock hammer, so that there were actually two hammers, side by side, with the hammer for the semiauto designed to strike a hidden transfer bar that relayed the impact to the primer. The barrel of the dueling pistol was in reality an ingeniously camouflaged slide and extractor, with the actual barrel concealed inside. Only a close examination would reveal that the pistols were much more than they appeared to be.
While they were waiting for a table to be free. Lucas, Finn, and Andre ordered ale at the bar and took careful stock of their surroundings. Not surprisingly, most of the conversation centered around the four men who had been found hanging front the Liberty Tree.
“If you ask me, they got what they damn well deserved,” one man sitting at a table close to them was saying to his friends. “It’s time those Sons of Violence were treated to a taste of their own medicine!”
“I’m sorry. John. I don’t agree. I say no good will come of it.” said one of his companions. “Say what you will about the Sons of Liberty. they are hooligans and skulkers, to be sure, but they have never murdered anyone.”
“They might just as well have killed Ben Hallowell.” the man named John said. “They split his skull for him! It’s only by the grace of God he was not killed! And how many people have they stoned? A thrown rock can kill as surely as a musket ball! I tell you, it is only by pure chance that they have killed no one as yet. Perhaps now they will think twice before they attack a loyal subject of the king!”
“And perhaps now that four of them were slain, they will not hesitate to take a Tory life,” the second man said. “Where does it stop, John? Already it is no longer safe to walk the streets at night.” And who is to blame for that?” asked John. “The Sons of Lawlessness, that’s who! What is Boston coming to? Our officials are afraid to enforce the laws: the governor is helpless; the sheriff hides his face; the watchmen hide whenever they hear a group of men approaching, if they are not themselves part of the mob: the militia cannot be counted on, for the radicals control them; and unlike New York, we have no British troops who can keep order. Are we merely to sit idle and do nothing while Boston is reduced to anarchy? Something must be done! I, for one, am not ashamed to say that I applaud whoever was responsible for hanging those four men! They got no less than what was coming to them! Hellfire to the Sons of Liberty. I say! Hellfire and damnation to them all!”
“Hear. hear!” said several other men at nearby tables.
“Is that your answer then” said John’s friend. “That we take the law into our own hands? If we do that, then we are no better than the radical scum who call themselves the Sons of Liberty. “
“So what would you have us do, Carruthers?” John said. “Give in to the rioters?”
“No, most certainly not,” said Carruthers. “But I, for one, have no stomach for committing murder. Violence merely begets more violence. I think Governor Bernard has the right idea and I think we should give him our support, rather than condemn him. He has petitioned General Gage to send troops from New York. We, as private citizens, can add our voices to his. For we are private citizens, gentlemen, not soldiers. We have families to care for and businesses to run. Let the king’s troops deal with the lawbreakers. Mark my words, you’ll see no more riot, and demonstrations when the troops arrive.”
“On the contrary, sir,” said Lucas. “You may well see even more riots and demonstrations:”
They turned to look at him. “What do you mean, sir?” asked Carruthers.
“Forgive me,” Lucas said, “but I could not help but overhear your remarks. And though I have no doubt but that they were well intentioned, they were just as surely wrong.”
“Indeed?” Carruthers said stiffly. “And who might you be, sir, that you speak with such, authority about these matters?”
“One who knows firsthand,” said Lucas. “My name is Lucas Priest and these are my companions. Mr. Finn Delaney and his ward, young Andrew Cross. Until recently, we were shopkeepers in New York.”
“New York, you say?”
“That’s right,” said Delaney. “Before you all decide to join your governor in petitioning General Gage for troops, you might want to know just what it means to have British soldiers quartered in your town. You should know what manner of men are to be found in the British army. The officers are often gentlemen, that’s true, but the enlisted men are from society’s dregs, often men who chose the army over prison, which would have been their destination.”
“And you should know how their officers must keep these men in line.” added Lucas. “Before you start clamoring for troops to keep order here in Boston, consider if you want your wives and children to see the spectacle of soldiers being whipped in public till their backs are bloody for the least offenses. “
“Whipped in public, do you say?”
“Aye, and the lash laid on by their Negro drummers, no less “ continued
Finn. “And if such a spectacle does not offend you, then consider what ideas such displays might give your slaves. Consider also that soldiers of the Crown are permitted to seek employment among the civilian population when they are not on duty. And they will work more cheaply than your average laborer. In New York, we have seen many men lose work and have their sympathies turned to the radical cause as a result. We have had our worship and our rest disturbed by the troops drilling on the Sabbath. We have had our stores reduced by being charged to supply rum and victuals for the troops. And we have often seen our daughters, their heads turned by the sight of pretty uniforms, used poorly by the soldiers, many of whom do not hesitate to rape when they cannot have their way. Is that what you want for Boston, sir’? For that is what you’ll get if troops are sent here. You will see the public feeling t
urn against the soldiers and against those who asked for them, as well. I have no sympathy for radicals, far from it, but if General Gage sends troops to Boston, then you will see an increase in their numbers. I assure you.”
“There!” said John Hewitt, “There speaks a man who knows! You see, Carruthers? Troops are not the answer. We do not require outsiders. It is for the citizens of Boston to see to their own troubles. And as we have seen this morning, there an, those who do not hesitate to do so!”
“You speak of murder. John Hewitt.” said Carruthers.
“Does he?” asked Lucas. “I did not know those men, but if they were indeed guilty of the things you say, then I do not think that you can call it murder.” ‘“What else can you call it’?” Carruthers asked. ‘“I will reply to your question with another question. sir.” said Lucas. “Was it murder when we fought in the recent war against the French and Indians to protect our homes and property? And is it murder to protect yourself against a mob that would tear down your house and belabor you with clubs and stones? Is it murder to strike down men who would tar and feather you, as the radicals have done to officials in New York? Do you know what it means to be tarred and feathered or ridden on a fence rail until your groin splits? Is it murder when you are forced to kill in order to protect your life and liberty?”
“No, by God, it most certainly is not!” responded Hewitt, smashing his fist down on the table. “Those four Sons of Licentiousness were never murdered! They were brought to justice!”
“That reasonable men should call a lynching justice frightens me.” Carruthers said. “Had those men been arrested? Were charges brought against them? Was there a trial and was there a jury to convict them?”
“I do not know how things are in Boston.” Finn said, “having only recently arrived here, but in New York, we would be hard-pressed indeed to find a jury to convict such men. The presence of the soldiers and the way the troops comport themselves make many of the citizens inclined to sympathize with radicals. And the Sons of Liberty are diligent in placing their friends upon the juries or threatening those who might have voted to convict. Would you render a guilty verdict if you knew that the Sons of Liberty would pay you and your family a visit in the middle of the night?”