Free Operation Wolfe Cub: A Chilling Historical Thriller (THE TIME TO TELL Book 1) by H.C. Wells Page A

them, though. They were quite harmless. I suggested they light them on fire and send them out to opposing aircraft anyway. It was a funny distraction we all laughed about.
Ha
, their minor success gave them cause to nickname our joke.”
    Q: “Oh? What is the joke?”
    A: “I told you, ‘Foo Fighters.’ The British and American pilots didn’t know what to think. Some of them even contracted emotional trauma from what I understand.”
    Q: “I heard about them, I believe. Balls of fire, jetting across the sky—at night usually. Was that them?”
    A: “Those are our Foo Fighters, my friend, but nothing compared to what you see here right now.”
    Q: “Nothing? Maybe you can make them better? Isn’t there any time?”
    A: “Oh no. There’s no more time, I’m afraid. They’ll be gone like the rest of our work, sad to say.”
    Q: “What’s wrong, Doc? You look like you’re attached to all this.”
    A: “Yes, I suppose I am. My people are still slaving on the discs back home, underground right now as if there was no war at all…God bless their souls—years of hard work. All will be gone soon.”
    Q: “You’re really someone special, aren’t you? What exactly did you do?”
    A: “Who me? It’s not all about me. An unforgettable amount of genius was in our spacecraft division. Our V-Rockets were going on their third phase. I even thoughtthat one day we could go to the moon. Blame the war, maybe. Better off with mice than men, I suppose. Christ, all of them came to a halt before I could really say good-bye…I never said good-bye…so long…just about a week ago was all it was.”
    Q: “What do you mean? I thought we were doing something about this right now. Aren’t we making a difference?”
    A: “You two really can’t surmise what’s going on. I’ll tell you again, as sure as probability digs my grave…the war finished us—for good. Remember what I say. The good of all mankind depends on the success of our work.”
    Q: “Let me ask something for once, US-1…okay, Doc, so let me get this straight. Flying discs were in the garbage, so a bunch of you crazy scientists took over those ideas then somehow made some of it work right here in this vessel?”
    A: “Well, you’re only partially correct, US-2. We’re not crazy. Our ideas made this operation possible too. The technology from the works of Arthur Sack A.S. 6 Experimental Haunebu Disc 9 , or ‘flying saucer’ as you might call it, was combined with Viktor Schauberger’s turbine research, among other things. You’re looking at a revolutionary Electro-Magnetic-Gravitic Engine here that’s modified, which is an improved version of my friend, Hans Coler’s, free-energy machine.”
    Q: “Wait a minute, Doc. Free energy? I mean is that a little,
uh
—”
    A: “That’s exactly what I said, US-1…
free energy perpetually
. This is only part of the equation. We cruise the
Wehrwolf
on free energy up to twenty knots underwater and above it if we have to… it’s an energy converter coupled to a Van De Graaf band generator, 10 precision crafted and mated seamlessly toan improved and modified version of the Marconi Vortex Dynamo. 11 Such an accomplishment of—”
    Q: “What? A Mussolini and Diana ma-ho,
who
?”
    A: “Forget it, US-2. It’s too complex. It’s a pressurized, spherical tank. That’s what it is, and that’s all that matters to you now.”
    Doc looked back and forth at them with supreme concern. “I didn’t lose you, did I? I may be short and hairless, but I am a good teacher. My vision is for you both to become my apprentices, should anything happen to me. Did you follow all that I said?”
    Neither of them would answer, so Doc slowly moved his hands into a circle. He liked this idea, so he began talking with his hands, swirling them around and making circles bigger. “Like this…it’s a powerful, rotating electromagnetic field that affects gravity and reduces mass…do you understand me, boys?”
    They just stared at