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Dad.” Frank exhaled. “But who?”
“I have to start running prints. Everyone’s. Where do I start? Who do I start with?”
“I don’t know, little brother, I don’t know,” Frank said defeated. “Who would want to kill, Dad? You have your work cut out.”
<><><><>
His trip was delayed by three hours. As long as he was flying in during daylight hours, George didn’t mind the delay.
Besides, the reason wasn’t a bad reason. Bertha was up and really motivated. The doctors were impressed at her quick recovery and felt it was going to be even less time until she was back on her feet.
More so than Bertha on her feet, George was glad she was in her right mind. She remembered everything and her brain was what he wanted most. She knew what she was doing.
Along with Bertha, even though he was a defector, Tim Doyle was a brilliant man and George looked forward to working with him again. He was confident that with the warning on the impending war, things were going to be quite different than the future depicted.
He was over Ohio when the radio call came from Stewart. “Gotcha, Stew, where am I to land, did they say? I know there isn’t anywhere specific in Beginnings.”
“Sir, they didn’t say.”
“Repeat.”
“They didn’t say. We haven’t heard back from them.” George looked at his watch. “We sent the fax six hours ago.”
“Yes, sir, I know. They haven’t responded.”
“Did they get the fax?”
“I phoned and spoke to a …. Trish.”
“And?”
“She screamed and hung up.”
“Christ.” George exhaled. “Do we know where Robbie lands and takes off from?”
“I believe it’s New Bowman, Sir. But, I can’t find that on a map.”
“Probably a town renamed. Well, I’ll be in radio range soon. So keep me posted.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Out.” George lowered his mouth piece. He obviously wasn’t making a surprise visit. If Trish got the fax, chances were they knew. But how long did it take to get to them from the flighty history worker.
George relaxed. He was confident that when he flew over Beginnings he would spot the town. There weren’t many around and he had a good idea which one as New Bowman.
More than likely that was where they had set up the landing strips for Robbie.
He glanced out the window and to the world below. It wasn’t going to be long before he arrived. There were actually a lot of things he looked forward to. A lot of people he liked in Beginnings. Not to mention, Margaret was there. How would she react? Would she welcome him? Hate him?
A lot had occurred and changes had to be made between the interactions of both sides.
The thought of going to Beginnings actually gave him a twitch of nervous excitement. He couldn’t shake it, nor could George shake the happy unexplained feeling he had of going home.
<><><><>
“Well, just send a few men out,” Hal spoke with irritation on the phone as he walked across the main way of Beginnings toward the clinic. “How far out did he go?” He huffed. “We don’t know. I know I opened the gate, but I thought he would stop. OK. OK. He couldn’t have gone too far, the horse will eventually tire. Get some men out as a search party and see what you can do. Right now I’m heading into the clinic.” A pause. “Because my brother Frank is retarded and wants me to meet him here and walk with him to the boring room as he put it.” At the steps, Hal stopped again and smiled. “Slowly but surely, it may mean my stroke, but my brother is coming back. Talk to you soon.”
Shutting off his phone, Hal hooked it on his belt and walked into the clinic. A short ways up, by the clinic lab door, he saw Ellen. He was going to wave, but the way she was slightly hunched over, leaning toward the door, told Hal she didn’t want to be announced.
Her eavesdropping antics were obvious when she turned around with a finger to her mouth in a shush manner.
Hal gave her a curious look and mouthed the words, “What's
“I have to start running prints. Everyone’s. Where do I start? Who do I start with?”
“I don’t know, little brother, I don’t know,” Frank said defeated. “Who would want to kill, Dad? You have your work cut out.”
<><><><>
His trip was delayed by three hours. As long as he was flying in during daylight hours, George didn’t mind the delay.
Besides, the reason wasn’t a bad reason. Bertha was up and really motivated. The doctors were impressed at her quick recovery and felt it was going to be even less time until she was back on her feet.
More so than Bertha on her feet, George was glad she was in her right mind. She remembered everything and her brain was what he wanted most. She knew what she was doing.
Along with Bertha, even though he was a defector, Tim Doyle was a brilliant man and George looked forward to working with him again. He was confident that with the warning on the impending war, things were going to be quite different than the future depicted.
He was over Ohio when the radio call came from Stewart. “Gotcha, Stew, where am I to land, did they say? I know there isn’t anywhere specific in Beginnings.”
“Sir, they didn’t say.”
“Repeat.”
“They didn’t say. We haven’t heard back from them.” George looked at his watch. “We sent the fax six hours ago.”
“Yes, sir, I know. They haven’t responded.”
“Did they get the fax?”
“I phoned and spoke to a …. Trish.”
“And?”
“She screamed and hung up.”
“Christ.” George exhaled. “Do we know where Robbie lands and takes off from?”
“I believe it’s New Bowman, Sir. But, I can’t find that on a map.”
“Probably a town renamed. Well, I’ll be in radio range soon. So keep me posted.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Out.” George lowered his mouth piece. He obviously wasn’t making a surprise visit. If Trish got the fax, chances were they knew. But how long did it take to get to them from the flighty history worker.
George relaxed. He was confident that when he flew over Beginnings he would spot the town. There weren’t many around and he had a good idea which one as New Bowman.
More than likely that was where they had set up the landing strips for Robbie.
He glanced out the window and to the world below. It wasn’t going to be long before he arrived. There were actually a lot of things he looked forward to. A lot of people he liked in Beginnings. Not to mention, Margaret was there. How would she react? Would she welcome him? Hate him?
A lot had occurred and changes had to be made between the interactions of both sides.
The thought of going to Beginnings actually gave him a twitch of nervous excitement. He couldn’t shake it, nor could George shake the happy unexplained feeling he had of going home.
<><><><>
“Well, just send a few men out,” Hal spoke with irritation on the phone as he walked across the main way of Beginnings toward the clinic. “How far out did he go?” He huffed. “We don’t know. I know I opened the gate, but I thought he would stop. OK. OK. He couldn’t have gone too far, the horse will eventually tire. Get some men out as a search party and see what you can do. Right now I’m heading into the clinic.” A pause. “Because my brother Frank is retarded and wants me to meet him here and walk with him to the boring room as he put it.” At the steps, Hal stopped again and smiled. “Slowly but surely, it may mean my stroke, but my brother is coming back. Talk to you soon.”
Shutting off his phone, Hal hooked it on his belt and walked into the clinic. A short ways up, by the clinic lab door, he saw Ellen. He was going to wave, but the way she was slightly hunched over, leaning toward the door, told Hal she didn’t want to be announced.
Her eavesdropping antics were obvious when she turned around with a finger to her mouth in a shush manner.
Hal gave her a curious look and mouthed the words, “What's
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