Operation Wolfe Cub: A Chilling Historical Thriller (THE TIME TO TELL Book 1) Read Free

elements. Their vessel was waiting lifelessly, rocking at the edge of the violent sea. She looked like she desperately wanted to save herself, but without a crew to pull her anchors from the sand and rocks, she had nowhere else to hide.
    She was stark and flat black, looking more like a menacing machine than a floating vessel. Such a seagoing vessel would have elicited the curiosity of almost anyone setting eyes on her. Her wraithlike image appeared and then disappeared through the lightning, leaving her first onlookers, US-1 and US-2, begging out loud for more lightning just so they could see her again. Finally, their hardest sprint slowed to a walk.
    “We’re going to climb aboard that thing…US Wehrwolf.”
    “It’s not a thing! It’s a
she
…and she’s a beautiful Wolf.”
    Another flicker of bright white lit up the sky, helping to show her entire hull up close, causing US-2 to feel the hair tickling on the nape of his neck. “Su-so…so far, so good—you think?”
    US-1’s shivering grin widened with the same sort of superficial tickle. He nodded uneasily before turning back to signal with his lantern. “Over here! We’re here!”
    US-2 paced back and forth, looking on with amazement. He then gazed off into the darkness of the cold, black sea in anticipation of what was positively in store for them. A trip through the great, wide-open unknown, with the sea ship of all sea ships, dazzled his mind. “I can’t believe this…I mean, look at those shark fins. They’re all over, front to back.”
    US-1 stood still in a daze. “She’s really something. I can’t get used to it…she looks so…so—”
    “I know what you’re thinking. They called her the
Wehrwolf
because that’s what she is!”
    US-1 smiled as he turned back around. “What’s taking them so long?”
    Though Dr. Wycliffe was still far off, he could see the vessel too. He was equally impressed as he gazed upon only a portion of the sleek, angles of the bow where US-1 swung his lantern. He whispered to himself, “What a she-devil. I’ll never get over her design…my design.”
    He seemed to be the one taking the most pleasure in admiring the look of such a special ship. He swallowed tenderly and licked the rain from his lips. With a swift turn, he looked back to the man who continuously conspired to be his inspirational source. The man he gazed back at, carrying the baby, was a trusted friend of his, he beamed with delight, smiling his biggest smile for the first time that evening.
    Dr. Wycliffe couldn’t make up his mind which way to look after that. First, it was at the vessel, but then he looked back at Wolfe. Finally, he made up his mind by paying another glance back at the fearless black figure floating there no more than eighty meters away.
    He turned back to Wolfe, cupping his mouth to yell, “My whole life has been one wild ride with you!...this is it—my ultimate journey! Hope to see you again, my friend—someday or somewhere!”
    Wolfe stepped up, quietly shaking Dr. Wycliffe’s shoulder with a little dose of confidence and inspiration. His charisma soon grew contagious.
    Dr. Wycliffe lifted his head as if that was all it took for him to smile again. His emotions ran high, and he shed a tear. “I’d better move ahead before the coward in me shows up again.” He then shook his fist in the air without an ounce of despair. “This
will
work. I can
feel
it! It
will
! I’m telling you!”
    Juiced with confidence once again, Dr. Wycliffe turned and sped in a symbolic victory sprint, just like a youth defying all odds, before slowing back down to realize his age. He turned back to Wolfe, grinning ear to ear. “The baby must be very special! My friends…all of them working the Island! They will be coming home—for good now!”
    He went on, “We are talking about an impossible journey. Impossible, I said.
Ha haaa
. Oh, and by the way, cutting off all lines of communication is a good idea! Our ship here—the