They reappeared near Stuyvesant. They both were breathing heavily. They looked at each other and felt another jolt of unexplainable energy.
"You just saved my life," said Andromeda pointedly, "although at the same time you've just endangered your own. Why?"
"First of all, I wasn't lying; Robert really was my father, though I never really got to know him. But more importantly, I think I'm not alone in that feeling I get when I see you," said Samuel, "If you know what I mean."
"I know exactly what you mean," she said and she reached up and pulled his face close to hers. Their lips met. They just stayed that way for a good thirty seconds before they broke apart.
"I've never known a feeling like that," said Andromeda, "like to see the face of god."
"That's what I was thinking," said Samuel, and then they were kissing again.
This time, they weren't broken apart until there was a loud noise from around the corner. They broke apart and both whipped out wands. Samuel looked a little surprised she had a wand, but there were more pressing matters at hand: 3 Inspectors had just rounded the corner.
"Ah, so not only are you convicts, but also revolutionaries?" said on of the Inspectors.
"How did you know this is the revolutionary base?" demanded Samuel.
"We have our ways," said a second, "but you have bigger problems now. AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Andromeda acted quickly and pushed Samuel out of the way. But just as the spell was about to hit her, Samuel yelled "AURENCICATE!"
The killing curse was obliterated and a golden light expanded from the spot directly in between Andromeda and Samuel. When they could see again the Inspectors were on the floor, unconscious.
"What the hell was that?" asked Andromeda.
"Something my foster parents showed me," responded Samuel, "they knew my father and mother and they showed that to me when they found out I was a wizard. I never really knew what it was, but I guess it's some kind of protective charm.
"More importantly, we'd better get out of here before they wake up!" he continued. "Come on!"
They ran off towards the crowd they could see growing on the other side, and towards the recognizable voice of Mark Francis.
"The time is now! We must stamp out the oppressive government with the foot of the people! We will purge the insignia of "Magic is Might" from the halls of the White House! Every person, magical or non-magical, is equal, and should be treated as such! We shall show them that an army of non-magical persons will overthrow, nay, easily overthrow, our enemy's magical army!" Mark's powerful voice reached all the ears of every man woman and child in the audience of about fifty. He had a way with rally speaking, and there was also the cold hard fact of Majidah Philo's death that drove them. I feel compelled to note now that although the years described here were hellish and horrible, the world had come together in a way that it had never been united before. The Arab countries were, after 16 years of misery, as good allies of the American people as had been France and England before.
Mark now went on. "Even if you cannot use magic, we can compensate that. There are magical objects called Energized Crystals, crystals imbued with magical energy. If every person without a wand here could have two, they would be unstoppable. Now, they are slightly rare, but the statehouse in Albany has a stock of about a hundred of them. If we can raid the statehouse, we will have all the tools we need to attack Washington, D.C. I propose we attack the statehouse tomorrow in the early hours of the morning. How many people have wands here?"
About a half of them raised their hands. "Good then," said Mark. "Each person with a wand will apparate one person without one. We meet back here at 6 am. Long live the people!"
Everybody cheered. Then they all scurried off in different directions. When the crowd finally cleared of all but Mark, the other three boys, Samuel, Tom, and Andromeda, Mark noticed Samuel and came running over.
"Where the hell have you been?" he demanded. "We thought you'd been captured!"
"Never mind that," said Samuel, "We've found out some things. First of all, the Inspectors know this is our base."
"What?" exclaimed Mark, "But we were so careful! If anyone walks within two blocks of this place without our permission, they forget why they were coming and turn around!"
"I don't know how; all they said was that they have their ways."
"By the way, who are you exactly?" Mark asked Andromeda.
"Andromeda," she said plainly, throwing his attitude right back in his face.
"Hold on, Sam," said Mark, "Is this the girl you were going on about before?"
Samuel's face went red. "I guess so then," Mark laughed, and then he stopped and looked serious. "Sam, we don't have any time to be childish. Do you realize that we're planning a full scale attack on the New York Statehouse?"
"The New York Statehouse? I've been there," said Andromeda, "I went there with my foster parents when I was six. That was before they had actually succeeded in taking over the US."
"Well, well," said Mark, "You wouldn't happen to remember any of it, would you? Because I don't know about ten years ago, but now you can't just walk in and grab a floor plan you know."
"Oh, I still have all those things," said Andromeda, pulling out a small pamphlet. "We were hardly able to go places like that, so I have most of the small souvenirs from that time."
"Wow!" said Mark, taking the pamphlet. "This is better than anything we could have asked for!" Then he stopped himself, and looked guiltily at Andromeda. "Sorry for before," he said "Maybe Sam wasn't misguided after all."
"And maybe you should trust your friends more," she responded coldly. Now it was Mark's face that went red. He ran off to the others with the piece of paper in his hand. Andromeda and Samuel looked at each other and laughed.
"I feel like I know all these people already," she said. "Odd, isn't it?"
"I don't know," responded Samuel, "All I know is that the moment I saw you I felt as if I had known you my whole life."
"Might as well be," she muttered and leaned up to kiss him. Luckily, Mark and the others were too busy to notice.