"I assume that you're here for me. To... put me down?" I grimaced and nodded slowly. "Well good luck to you then." The old man grinned and for the first time in four years I was genuinely surprised. The old man leap from his bed and landed a kick square in my chest. I stumbled backward and barely evaded a karate chop, which would've no doubt ended me there. I rolled back and took out the gun. The old man charged. I steadied my arm, looked the devil in the eye and fired. At the last moment Harlan jumped up so that the bullet grazed his ankle. He landed behind me grabbed me head... blackness.

John Harlan looked down at the body at his feet and spat. The looked up and triumphantly screamed "JOHN HARLAN SHALL PREVAIL!" History remained on course.

I made my way to the front door only to notice two guards, each equipped with rifles. I couldn't use my gun so instead I decided to use my kung-fu skills to dispatch of them quietly. A kick to the temple for each and they were down, knocked out cold for a couple hours. Plenty of time. I moved forward to the front door and picked the lock in roughly four seconds, a feat which I was quite proud of. I advanced to the hallway only to see a guard positioned outside of his bedroom. There was no way around and gun would be far too loud. I looked around to see a different means. Above the fireplace lay a bow and arrow. I pulled it out of it's stand and loaded a arrow which was placed right next to it. How convenient. The arrow screeched through the arrow, colliding into the guard's chest with a soft thud. He fell and I placed the bow down on the floor. I took out my gun and made my way to the door only to open it and see John Harlan staring straight at me.

The file read that this man would most likely be the lone dissenter in a case would could change the course of history. This man went against everything we stood for. Although he was believed to be alone in his views the file read that he was very persuasive. No risk must be taken. The mission would be dangerous but I did not care. I would die for the south. I packed my belongings in to a bag and I left. I began my trek to his house with one thought on my mid. John Harlan must die. The trek took days but I still managed to go without stopping. Finally I was there. Harlan manor. Now I must wait until nightfall to make my move. I waited in the grass, making not a sound. I loaded my gun and stood still until the sun set. No more waiting around. It was time to act.

I walked briskly from my post leaving it unattended for I had more important things to worry about. I walked two miles without breaking a sweat where on an otherwise deserted road a man with horse and carriage waited for me. The carriage and horses were the color of the night. The man by it wore a suit complete with monocle. If you first saw him you might laugh at his appearance but I know better. If I laughed this man could kill me with his bare hands regardless of the .44 magnum in my possession so instead I said "hello." The man grunts and beckons to the carriage. I step in and the carriage starts to move along the road with what seems like a bump every two seconds. He begins to talk. "Change of plans. Nothing more with the president."
"What? But all of the preparation-"
"It can wait my boy. More important matters have come up. We have to go incognito for a while. One of our agents was discovered."
"For how long?"
"Roughly four year. This carriage will take you to a safe house. Everything you will need is already there. Even I do not know it's location." I peered my head out of the window to see that there was no driver. The horses were operating on their own accord. "Magnificent beasts, aren't they?" The man quipped. I nodded as the carriage came to a stop. "We're here."
While at the safe house time did not seem to exist. Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months and so on. One morning however I woke up to see a file on the floor. I recognized this file type. It was what I used to do. It didn't feel like four years but I guess they had passed. I opened the file, bloodthirsty and excited. Inside the front page read one name: John Harlan.

Today i woke up for it seemed to be a normal day. The sun was shining bright and I went to my "job". I hand out train tickets. Boring, yet it provides suitable cover. I walked to the station, leaves crunching along the way. The trees were the colors of fire, for it was october and the dirt path looked like a piece of art. It was beautiful. Twenty minute later I was at the station, a heap of metal and wood that compared to the one downtown looked like a rushed job. I sat in the booth where I was to be punching tickets until three. As soon as the bell rang I would be off. Take off this disguise and start my real work. What I was trained to do. For hours I sat there waiting as the gun in my right pocket ached or use, punching tickets and repeating the same words over and over again. I looked up to the clock tower and saw the hand reach the mark of two fifty-five. Five more minutes and I'd be free. Just as I was about to part ways a man approached my booth. "One first class ticket to Covington." I gave him the ticket and he gave me the cash. As he boarded the train I could hear a fight break out between him and the conductor. It wasn't my problem but I had a feeling in my gut. A feeling that had been right too many times before for me to question it- the bell rang. It was time.