Free The Time Portal 2: Escape in Time by Joe Corso [time travel] Page A

not too many know about the technology behind it. I don’t want anyone – the US, the Chinese, the Koreans, the Russians, no one, and I mean not a single person or country to get hold of the details of the project, especially the fact that we’ve built a machine already. Besides my crew here, you’re the only one who knows.”
    Lucky wanted to trust Kinsey, but Jack had been sketchy in the past. There was no such thing as being too careful. The deal was this: Jack could take credit for protecting the professor and the invention, get a feather in his cap with the media and government if he played nice, and gave Lucky what he needed. If he didn’t, Lucky reminded him of his time travel ability and warned him as to how easy it is to eliminate an individual, not murder them, but leave them in another time, another country, in more barbaric times. Jack understood. Lucky frightened him. Kinsey had read and seen the reports. Lucky was dangerous. His CIA training plus his supernatural powers made him a force unlike any the director had seen. No, Jack Kinsey was a believer. No need to cross that line.
    “Don’t worry, Lucky. I told you when I signed on for this that I’m indebted to you because of the past. I won’t betray you or your trust. Now let’s get back to the Russians. President Vladimir Putin wants you in the worst way, according to the information we got from his goons. They envision America jumping way ahead in the information technology and space wars fields, with you being able to travel in time and the professor being able to travel in space, well, the U.S. is in a formidable position having the two of you aligned with each other. Individually, you’re strong enough, but together, you’re the dynamic duo and that scares some people. They want it – the magnetic propulsion system – and they want you. By the way, I think I know how they got the tape with your disappearing act on it. When the president was in Europe, a courier was ordered to take a copy of the tape to him. We believe the courier was drugged, rendered unconscious for just long enough for the tape to be copied and replaced. The following day when the courier’s blood sample was routinely taken, something showed up. He swore up and down that he had never taken any drugs and demanded a re-test, but it was never authorized, so he never got it. Because he had twenty-two years under his belt, he was given a month off without pay instead of being fired. I think he was drugged. I believe a copy was made and sent to the KGB and in turn made its way to the Russian president. That’s the only scenario that makes any sense to me and it’s the only one that explains a tape that couldn’t exist because they were all destroyed.”
    “Well,” Lucky responded, “that would explain how the Russians found out about my peculiar ability. Good work. Keep me posted on anything else you find out.”
    “Will do, Lucky. Take care and good luck.”
     
    Lucky was sitting on the back porch, rocking in a chair, sipping a beer and smoking a Cuban cigar, when the professor approached him and took a seat in the rocker next to him.
    “What are your plans, Lucky?” he asked.
    “Well, we’re about finished here. You’ve successfully built your spaceship, so I guess we’ll be leaving soon.”
    The professor sighed and said, “Lucky, I would prefer we stay a while longer. There’s something else I’d like to work on.”
    “What do you wanna build now? I thought you finished.”
    “It was something you said while we were doing the testing. You said you didn’t want me to fly high because you were afraid that someone might see us.”
    “Yes. Yes, I did.”
    “Well, it got me to thinking. I didn’t build this ship to hide it from anyone. I built it to fly anywhere without fear of intervention. So I decided that if we have to be concerned about it being seen, then it might need a disguise, a cloaking device – something that would make it invisible . . .