Free Musings From A Demented Mind by Derek Ailes, James Coon Page A

sketch of the spacecraft and it’s definitely the tranzer.  This must be the year the tranzer went fully operational, which is why it transported us to this timeframe.  I can hack into its system using your tablet and pilot it out of the base and directly to us,” Garth explained.
    “How did it end up in your timeframe?”  Dave asked.
    “On the tranzer’s first mission, it traveled far out of our solar system and hit a ripple in the space time continuum and ended up in our timeframe, 2684.  Our scientists were able to develop a way to make time travel possible from the data it collected.  It sits in a hangar at our compound and when it’s activated, it spins around at a speed so fast it creates a gateway through time.”
    “That is why we think the compound was attacked.  Our enemies wanted possession of the tranzer,” Jepkins said.
    “If they took control of your compound, wouldn’t they be able to travel through time also?” Dave asked
    “It will take time for them to figure out how to use the tranzer, which gives us a few days to complete our mission.  We are going to travel to a few hours before the compound was attacked.  We will have our forces defeat whoever was behind the attack. We’ll need to fly the tranzer out of the solar system and through that ripple in the space time continuum.  I’ve memorized the data it collected on that mission when I was at the compound.  I’m sure I can travel its exact course.  For this to work, our future selves still have to travel back in time and encounter you, Dave,” Garth explained.
    “Sounds like we’ll be in an endless time travel loop,” Kendra pointed out.
    “Unless this doesn’t work,” Jepkins said.
    “It will,” Melinda assured.  “Garth’s plans always do.”
     

             Edwards Air Force Base
                       Area 51, Nevada
     
    “Sir, I think you should see this YouTube video someone from Valparaiso recently posted,” Wayne suggested.
    Malcom stood behind Wayne as he played the video.  It was filmed off of someone’s cell phone.  He could see two females in silver metallic uniforms grabbing clothes off of a rack.  An older, balding gentleman, wearing a blue flannel shirt and black slacks, was handing a dress to one of the females.
    “Can you enhance the audio?” Malcom asked.
    “Yes.  Give me a second.  Let’s replay it.”
     
     
    “Our compound was under attack.  By whom, we don’t know.  If it wasn’t for our friend, Marty, we would have never been able to escape in time.  We didn’t have time to adjust the year to travel back to.  This is where the tranzer decided to send us for some reason.”
    “Why go back to it then?”
    “We’re planning on traveling back before the attack and hopefully stop it from happening,” Kendra answered.
    “Do you have a plan?”
    “Hopefully, Garth and Jepkins can come up with one.  I think we have enough clothing.  Can you afford all of these?”
     
    “Time travelers?”  Malcolm ordered him to replay the video.  After watching it a second time, he leaned over Wayne’s shoulder.  “Pull up the files from Roswell 1947.  I want to see the clothing the pilot was wearing.”
    Wayne turned toward him in shock after looking at the photos from the Roswell files.  “They are wearing the same clothing!”
    “I know.”
    “I’m confused.  I thought little green men were piloting the spacecraft that crashed.”
    “No, Wayne, it is what the government wanted people to believe.  The pilot was actually human.”
    “Human?”
    “Apparently from the future.  Which means the ship from Roswell had the ability to travel through time.”  Malcom looked at the paused video.  “Run the facial recognition software and get me a name on the guy who was with them.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    After a couple of hours of running the facial recognition software, the computer matched his image with the image from the Indiana BMV database.