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

Doc as if a blanket of fog had just moved in between them. US-2 opened his mouth as if he wanted to shout out his confusion, while US-1 squinted into the sun. Doc soon realized that perhaps he wasn’t a good teacher after all. Somewhat frustrated, he shook his head, turned his back to them, and touched his finger onto his cheek.
    Suddenly, he lit up with an idea. “
Ah
yes, I have it!” He then spun back around to face them. “You know, sort of like our older version of the Triebwerk 12 …no fuel except to kick it up. You know,
free energy
.”
    Suddenly his newfound apprentices awkwardly faked a few gestures of confidence before they came around to say, “Oh yes, that’s really great. I see nowwww.”
    “Really great…
um
. Free energy. Lasts longer…less fuel across the Atlantic. This is good, perpetically.”
    Doc suddenly looked relieved. “That’s called
perpetually
, US-2, meaning ‘everlasting’…I can go on then…this Triebwerk we’re using here, I call the ‘
Trieb Tachyonator Two
.’ Our land-based versions were going to be called the ‘
Trieb Tachyonator Ones
.’ Our planes were to be the ‘
Trieb Tachyonator Threes
.’”
    “Oh, Doc…I’m not into this sort of thing.”
    “Don’t listen to US-2…please tell us more. I can’t believe the amount of work you must have poured into this.”
    Doc began to teeter back and forth. “You mean you understand, US-1? What you don’t know then is I’m saving the best for last. I haven’t told you what else we stumbled across.” He continued as he stirred himself up in circles. “Oh, it is big—really big. It’s bigger than you know!”
    US-2 turned away, but US-1 kept on.
    Q: “Doc, I have newfound respect for you and—you and everyone else involved, but what could possibly be better than this?”
    A: “Oh,
ho ho
…it was discovered quite by accident. You see—how can I explain this? Oh, yes. We’ve discovered a new frequency to interphase a grandiose technology. And then, and then…we combined the unique sources of energy. How shall I say this simply? At a
monumental
scale, much larger than what you see here in a primitive propulsion system. We had to create a safe, controlled environment, of course. Actually, the supreme perfect sphere worked quite nicely. Then, of course, there was the problem of protecting the subject with an intermixture of elements.”
    Q: “Scales, spheres, protecting elements. What?”
    A: “Yes, to protect our subject from harm…we found it quite by accident, too. It came to us inside of a meteorite, believe it or not. We ran lab tests—compatibility tests. Nothing like it on earth, actually. The answer was right before our very eyes! That’s why your symbol on your uniforms is the color gold, yes. It was gold of all things. That’s what completed our magical enigma. Magical it was! Oh, it is scientific—don’t get me wrong. I just wish I understood it better.”
    Q: “You’re—you’re losing me again, Doc. Why can’t you explain what this operation is really about? I mean, maybe US-1 likes this, but I could care less about it if it doesn’t have anything to do with…what’s all this got to do with us and the kid? The baby—down below.”
    A: “What? Oh, that’s classified, US-2. I can’t tell you.”
    Q: “We’re out here in the ocean all by ourselves on some crazy ship nobody’s ever seen, and that’s all you can say?”
    A: “I can assure, this operation begins with your mission, which you vowed to fight to the death for. It’s worth it. Between the baby down below and the technology we’ve comprised, our world depends on this operation. I’ve said enough now. It’s way beyond you and me…and the heavens above.”
    Q: “Yes, I heard you before. You said world peace forever, which is hard to believe, so what’s wrong with telling us a little more. Right, US-1?”
    A: “I didn’t say ‘forever.’ I said a thousand years. It’s a pretty good start, don’t you