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or when we are.”
“Valparaiso, Indiana. 2015,” Dave answered.
“We are definitely in the past,” Kendra said. She had long, curly, blonde hair with reddish highlights. She was very short and looked like she could be in her early twenties.
“I suggest a memory wipe.” Garth pulled out a small device that looked like a cross between a smart phone and a laser gun.
Dave stepped backward in fear.
“Garth, stop,” Melinda ordered. “He looks harmless. Besides, we are unfamiliar with this timeframe. We’ll need a guide to survive. Will you help us?”
Dave looked over at Garth and then at Melinda. “I have nothing on my plate as of right now.”
“I’m assuming that is how they say yes in this timeframe,” Kendra said.
“I would suggest ditching the metal outfits. Devo hasn’t been popular since the eighties. I suggest getting some clothes at the Goodwill. I’ll drive you there and on the way you can tell me how you ended up here,” Dave said.
“Thank you,” Melinda said as Dave led them toward his vehicle.
“What’s Devo?” Garth asked, looking at Kendra who shrugged her shoulders.
Edwards Air Force Base
Area 51, Nevada
Sergeant Malcom Teller watched as their latest secret aircraft, J'onn 6, successfully landed after its first test run. The craft was designed based on the alien spacecraft that crashed in Roswell back in 1947. They had developed several different aircrafts based on that technology over the years, but the J’onn 6 was the crowning achievement. It was the first aircraft that could successfully leave Earth without the need of heavy rockets launching it into space. In theory, it was fast enough to reach Pluto in a matter of days instead of taking unmanned spacecraft twelve years.
“Thing of beauty isn’t it?” Mason Parsons, the lead scientist on the J’onn 6 project, asked.
“Yes, it is.”
It was a very large spacecraft ten times the size of any of the other crafts on the base. There was room for at least eight people in it. It was designed for long exploratory missions. Personally, Malcom thought it was too cramped in there and couldn’t imagine traveling long distances in it.
“Imagine the solar systems we can visit thanks to its speed.”
“We first have to launch it into space. Anything can happen. If something goes wrong up there, it could take us years to retrieve it,” Malcom said.
“I know it’s a gamble, but one worth taking.”
“Mason, I agree with you on that point. Unfortunately, our investors aren’t interested in a failed mission. This mission has to be a success. There’s too much riding on it financially.”
“It will. I have faith.”
“Faith from a scientist?”
“Even a scientist can have faith.”
“We need more than a miracle if we want the funding to continue.” Malcom walked over to the craft as the pilot exited the hatch on the top. “How did it handle?”
“Sergeant, it purred like a kitten,” Russell White said as he climbed down the side of the craft.
“Sergeant! Sergeant! Sergeant!”
Malcom turned around as Wayne Harris ran down the hallway leading to the hanger. He stopped in front of him trying to catch his breath.
“What is so urgent you’re about to have a heart attack from running like a madman?” Malcom asked.
“The satellites just picked up a massive energy spike,” Wayne said, still out of breath.
“Where?”
“Valparaiso, IN.”
Valparaiso, IN
“These shall do fine,” Melinda said as Dave handed her several dresses off of the rack in the Goodwill.
Several people were staring at them.
“We just got back from a sci-fi convention,” Dave said loudly. “Go back to what you’re doing.”
“Thanks again for helping us,” Melinda said as she grabbed several dresses for her daughter. “Kendra,
“Valparaiso, Indiana. 2015,” Dave answered.
“We are definitely in the past,” Kendra said. She had long, curly, blonde hair with reddish highlights. She was very short and looked like she could be in her early twenties.
“I suggest a memory wipe.” Garth pulled out a small device that looked like a cross between a smart phone and a laser gun.
Dave stepped backward in fear.
“Garth, stop,” Melinda ordered. “He looks harmless. Besides, we are unfamiliar with this timeframe. We’ll need a guide to survive. Will you help us?”
Dave looked over at Garth and then at Melinda. “I have nothing on my plate as of right now.”
“I’m assuming that is how they say yes in this timeframe,” Kendra said.
“I would suggest ditching the metal outfits. Devo hasn’t been popular since the eighties. I suggest getting some clothes at the Goodwill. I’ll drive you there and on the way you can tell me how you ended up here,” Dave said.
“Thank you,” Melinda said as Dave led them toward his vehicle.
“What’s Devo?” Garth asked, looking at Kendra who shrugged her shoulders.
Edwards Air Force Base
Area 51, Nevada
Sergeant Malcom Teller watched as their latest secret aircraft, J'onn 6, successfully landed after its first test run. The craft was designed based on the alien spacecraft that crashed in Roswell back in 1947. They had developed several different aircrafts based on that technology over the years, but the J’onn 6 was the crowning achievement. It was the first aircraft that could successfully leave Earth without the need of heavy rockets launching it into space. In theory, it was fast enough to reach Pluto in a matter of days instead of taking unmanned spacecraft twelve years.
“Thing of beauty isn’t it?” Mason Parsons, the lead scientist on the J’onn 6 project, asked.
“Yes, it is.”
It was a very large spacecraft ten times the size of any of the other crafts on the base. There was room for at least eight people in it. It was designed for long exploratory missions. Personally, Malcom thought it was too cramped in there and couldn’t imagine traveling long distances in it.
“Imagine the solar systems we can visit thanks to its speed.”
“We first have to launch it into space. Anything can happen. If something goes wrong up there, it could take us years to retrieve it,” Malcom said.
“I know it’s a gamble, but one worth taking.”
“Mason, I agree with you on that point. Unfortunately, our investors aren’t interested in a failed mission. This mission has to be a success. There’s too much riding on it financially.”
“It will. I have faith.”
“Faith from a scientist?”
“Even a scientist can have faith.”
“We need more than a miracle if we want the funding to continue.” Malcom walked over to the craft as the pilot exited the hatch on the top. “How did it handle?”
“Sergeant, it purred like a kitten,” Russell White said as he climbed down the side of the craft.
“Sergeant! Sergeant! Sergeant!”
Malcom turned around as Wayne Harris ran down the hallway leading to the hanger. He stopped in front of him trying to catch his breath.
“What is so urgent you’re about to have a heart attack from running like a madman?” Malcom asked.
“The satellites just picked up a massive energy spike,” Wayne said, still out of breath.
“Where?”
“Valparaiso, IN.”
Valparaiso, IN
“These shall do fine,” Melinda said as Dave handed her several dresses off of the rack in the Goodwill.
Several people were staring at them.
“We just got back from a sci-fi convention,” Dave said loudly. “Go back to what you’re doing.”
“Thanks again for helping us,” Melinda said as she grabbed several dresses for her daughter. “Kendra,
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