’Watch your mouth, Taylor; I am your father, not one of your little friends.’ The moment the words entered Brenden’s and my minds, the two of us looked at each other and smiled with reminiscent expressions.
’Damn, I haven’t heard that in years,’ Brenden said as he thought back to all the thousands of times that catchphrase had been used on us growing up.
’I know, right? It really takes you back, any little reason or witty remark we had as kids, and BOOM, I’m not one of your little friends, HEH, as if I had friends, to begin with.’ I chimed in before my thoughts were interrupted by a thump in the back of my head.
’Hah, fucking loner, unlike you, I had PLENTY of friends,’
’Sure, whatever you say,’
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’I can hear you remember, and I will not stand for being called a horn dog; I am clearly a gentleman.’ My father stated with crossed arms and defiance in his voice…er…mental voice.
’That reminds me, how much do you actually remember right now? Is it only what you’ve seen by spying on us, or do you have the physical memories attached to my time here in the past?’ Although other tasks required my attention, as we got out of the elevator and walked toward our room, the sudden thought came spewing out into the Telepathic link.
’It’s hard to describe, but the best way I can put it is that I feel as if I went back in time to a specific day and picked up exactly where I left off.’ Placing the keycard into the locking mechanism on the hotel room door, my father opened the door and then stopped in the doorway.
’I still have all the memories of the Origin Timeline, and in between then and now, but they are just that, memories, and in a sense, I will say, though, everything is coming back to me clearer than ever before.’
’You see, when you get to the age I did, your mind…it starts fogging over; all those fond memories I have of you as babies or growing up seemed to get blurry as the days passed, but now, they are as clear as if they happened yesterday.’
’Mind you; there’s a bit of a discrepancy as my brain tries to differentiate between what happened before and what happened now, such as you being extremely extroverted and always scheming as a child; that kind of overlaps with how I remember you being at that age." He said with a slightly confused look before patting me on the shoulder.
’But I remember all of the stuff from our trip overseas,’ but that confusion instantly vanished, followed by what I can only describe as the look of a horn dog replacing it.
’Fucking horndog.’ Brenden commented from behind us as he shoved his way past Dad and me and entered the hotel room.
’What did I just say about calling me that!’
’Look, I know you two are having a whole moment here and shit, but tomorrow is the day, and it’s already 9 pm. Don’t we have preparations or something to do before tomorrow morning?’ Tapping his foot, Brenden jumped into the air, spun around, and landed on the plush hotel bed, splaying out like a starfish.
’It’s like he doesn’t even know who you are anymore," Dad said while patting me on the shoulder and moving me physically into the room before closing the door.
’I know, little strange, since when do I NOT have a plan, little brother? I have long since made my preparations; it’s just a matter of filling you two in at this point.’
Hearing this, Brenden immediately sat up and crossed his legs on the bed while our father moved to sit down on the other bed. Then, with both of us staring at me, I took center stage.
’As you both know, it is approximately 13 miles from here to Columbine High School, and we can easily cover that distance on foot within about 15 minutes, which is basically half the time it would take to drive it.’
’I still think we should drive, but it will be easier to make a clean getaway on foot.’ Brenden complained, only to shut up the second I shot him a look.
’There are more potential scenarios than I am happy with as for how tomorrow can go, so let’s start with what we know. At 11:19 am, two active shooters will enter the High School, carrying with them multiple weapons and hundreds of homemade pipe bombs.’
’But things begin before then; on record, the two shooters meticulously set out multiple bags and backpacks filled with explosives, some of which are on video at around 10:58, a full 21 minutes before the shooting begins.’
’By my estimate, they must have started planting them between 10 am and 10:30; given the distance between each bomb and the size of the school, that is only an approximation window.’
’That isn’t all either; apart from the bombs placed in the cafeteria and around the school, they clustered several more up in a large open field nearly 3 miles south; the goal of these carefully placed explosives was singular in a diversionary purpose.’
’They were a means to pull first responders away from CHS and give them enough time to execute their plan of mass murder.’
’Regardless, more about that later, let’s move on for now.’
’As history in the Origin Timeline shows, the two of them are only active until 12:08; the lunch shift starts at 11:15; four minutes later, Derrick Kelvin will toss out one of his pipe bombs. It was supposed to be the signal for Harvy to begin shooting, but in the end, instead of going off like a normal bomb, it turned into a glorified smoke bomb instead.’
’Regardless, Harvy began open firing, gunning down two, one of which was instantly killed; then, setting aside the failed bombing attempt, Kelvin joined Harvy, and that’s when the rampage started.’ I stated before Walking over to the bed Brenden was on and laying down a large blueprint for Columbine High School, which I had hand-drawn with immaculate detail, and began showing the shooter’s movement with two highlighters, one in blue representing Kelvin and one in green for Harvy.