A young woman named Lucy Preston ran form her fami
A young woman named Lucy Preston ran form her family after finding out about their part in an organization called Rittenhouse that wanted to use Time Travel to rewrite history in their favor. She changes her name to Lorena Arthur, and joins the army as a nurse, where she meets and later marries Garcia Flynn they have a daughter named Iris, but when Rittenhouse finds them, she is taken form her family with her memories erased and replaced with a new history. Two years later she is recruited as a historian for a time travel team, including a soldier named Wyatt Logan, and the Time Machine’s pilot Ruffas, to hunt down Garcia Flynn not know he is her husband. One year later her team along with the homeland security officer who brought them together named Denise, Conner Mason the man who created the Time Machine, and Jiha Ruffas’s girlfriend, and the team’s secondary pilot if they need her, along with her (unknown to her) husband Garcia Flynn who she sis starting to get romantically involved with are hidden in a bunker fighting against Rittenhouse. On a mission chasing several members of Rittenhouse, Emma whitmore who is now leading Rittenhouse, and Jessica Logan that Rittenhouse brought back, and used her marriage to Wyatt to spy on the team before she was found out and escaped back to Rittenhouse. While on the mission Lucy hits her head and remembers the past Rittenhouse and her mom tried to hide from her.
The acrid smell of cordite and burnt metal clung to Lucy’s – Lorena’s – nostrils. The bunker, a claustrophobic concrete womb, throbbed with the erratic heartbeat of generators. Rain lashed against the reinforced steel doors, mirroring the storm raging within her. One moment she was pursuing a fleeing Rittenhouse operative, the next, a sharp crack against her skull, a kaleidoscope of fragmented memories flooding her consciousness.
It wasn’t just the mission, the frantic chase through a rain-slicked, anachronistic alleyway in 1920s Chicago. It was the flood of repressed memories – a childhood choked by secrets, a gilded cage built on lies. The face of her mother, serene yet chillingly distant; the hushed whispers about “preserving the timeline,” the chilling glint of a time-travel device concealed behind a grandfather clock. The name “Rittenhouse” wasn’t just an enemy organization; it was a brand seared onto her family’s history, a brand she’d spent her adult life escaping.
Suddenly, everything clicked. Lorena Arthur, army nurse, wife of Garcia Flynn, mother to Iris… those weren’t just fabricated identities; they were layers of carefully constructed amnesia, a prison built by her own family. Rittenhouse had stolen her life, erased her daughter, and replaced it with a carefully crafted illusion. The pain of this revelation was a physical blow, sharper than any blow from Emma Whitmore’s thugs. Garcia Flynn, the man she was falling for, the dashing rogue she chased across centuries, was her husband. The love she felt for him was a ghost of a love, a love she had lost, a love that Rittenhouse stole alongside her daughter.
Wyatt Logan, her stoic, dependable teammate, his eyes filled with concern, knelt beside her. “Lorena? What is it?”
She couldn’t speak. The tears welled, a bitter mixture of grief and rage. The fragmented images were coalescing: the fear in her young eyes as her mother whispered lies; the agonizing memory of a stolen baby; the cold, calculating gaze of Emma Whitmore, who now stood as the ruthless leader of the organization that had broken her life.
Denise, the Homeland Security agent, her face grim, approached. Conner Mason, the eccentric inventor of the time machine, muttered words of concern, while Jiha, Ruffas’s composed girlfriend, offered a steady hand. And there was Garcia, his usual swagger replaced by a raw, agonizing concern as he knelt next to her, his eyes searching hers, desperate to understand.
“It’s Rittenhouse,” she finally whispered, her voice raw with the weight of her memories. “They took Iris. They erased me.”
The revelation hung in the air, thick and suffocating, a miasma of betrayal and stolen years. The fight against Rittenhouse was no longer just a mission; it was a desperate, personal crusade to reclaim her stolen life, to find her daughter, and to confront the ghosts of her past. The battle lines were drawn, not just between the bunker and the encroaching Rittenhouse forces, but within Lorena herself, a woman torn between her fabricated present and the brutally resurrected truth of her past. The fight for the future was inextricably intertwined with a desperate fight to reclaim her past, a fight she would wage with the fury of a mother robbed and the determination of a woman reborn.
