I time-skipped, hunted my quarry, stabbed him, faked his suicide.
I can return.
But should I check I have truly succeeded, make certain….?
I place-skip to the meeting-place. The revolutionaries are lounging on the grass, talking, drinking.
One sees me. “At last, there he is!” He peers into the dusk. “No!…..Who goes….?”
A tall man stands. “Peace, Peter. Judas could not keep his appointment tonight. This man is here in his place. Welcome, Brother.” He embraces me.
He smiles. “Your work is done.”
From the gloom, the Temple guards close in.