Doctors Holly Marshal and Gary Neff have discovered the secrets of time travel, but now that they have made the first practical test of their theory, they find themselves in an entirely different race against time as the military and its corporate investors want what they have. Start at the beginning
Lieutenant Vanderhoff leafed through the two notebooks, understanding nothing within them except for the fact that it was what he was looking for. The equations, the figures and schematics, it was all beyond his training, but that’s why he had a team of theorists, scientists, and engineers under his charge. He was the conductor, they […]
Gary felt that he should respond to the man’s statement, but when he tried, his lips moved impotently, a few muted grunts staggered from his throat. Holly’s eyes darted back and forth, from the strange man to Gary to Restrepo to the man again. “Doctor Vanderhoff, right?” she asked, tentatively trying her own luck at […]
“Where are you taking us?” It seemed a reasonable question under the circumstances. However, those same circumstances precluded a response. And none came. The guards remained silent as they marched Gary and Holly up the stairs and through the room that had minutes ago been their lab but now stood as empty, cold, and dusty […]
They stood motionless as they were told, due as much to the shocking uncertainty of the moment as to the explicit command that they do so. They were still catching their breath, regaining their composure from what had just happened minutes before and none of it was making sense. Two pairs of footsteps descended the […]
Gary struggled to move, squirming, panicked by the sudden awareness that he was trapped, his arms pressed to his sides, bound in some strange substance. He opened his eyes and what he saw did little to ease the immediacy of his anxiety. He was cocooned in an opaque greyish membrane that wrapped around him tightly. […]
“Should we do it?” Holly looked at him with the same eager uncertainty, “I don’t know, what do you think?” He swallowed, his throat acidic, and he tinkered the switch lightly with a gloved fingertip. Gary hated decisions. They were always so defining. “We kind of have to,” he said, “It’s here. We did it.” […]