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

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—she’ll be the most fabulous ship on the sea that nobody ever knows of! Nobody will ever know about her.”
    He carried on, “This is the beginning. The heavens gave us science to bring us peace. Peace for the world.”
    Just then, a powerful bolt of lightning shot down from the sky, startling him. “Oh my God—Christ O’Mighty. If I didn’t know better, I’d say we’re fighting against the storm too. That was close.”
    Wolfe slowed down to a stroll as he watched Dr. Wycliffe walk the rest of the way down the beach to meet up with the others. It seemed as though he already knew what his crew was on—an artificial high that wouldn’t last for long. Nevertheless, he stayed focused while saving a little sense of amazement just for himself. Reality came down to pinch him on the side. Indeed, he was finally there on scene with his tiny team, in front of a wondrous-looking warship.
    He took in the final moments he had been waiting for with strong, deep breaths, but the man deflated down to the lonesome sadness he’d tried to shake off earlier. He gathered his last moments of thought, for reasons known only to him as he touched the nose of his tiny baby. He whispered, “Your mother wished to say good-bye.”
    All too quickly, he clenched his jaw. Whatever anxiety he had to overcome made his knees buckle. He gasped with the feeling of petrifying pain, but no physical encounter was the cause. Surely, it must have been his own contemplations that railroaded his mind. A clash of emotions, hammered him from out of the blackness while he held on to the innocence in his arms. Wildly, he started seesawing, as if he himself didn’t know what he was going to do next. Desperately, hetwitched as if one part of him wished to call the mission off, while his countering side wished for him to continue.
    Within a few more battling breaths, he calmed down and looked straight ahead once again. Not much farther down the last stretch of lonely beach, he saw his comrades’ silhouettes dancing around the single lantern. They looked so excited, hooting in the night and expressing their fathoms of fun as if they were a wild tribe getting ready for the adventure of their lives. That seemed like enough to cut his pinned-up divide and it did. Quickly, he broke free with one thing on his mind: to follow through with the mission. Operation Wolfe Cub wasn’t dead. It was very much alive and well.
    Without a second more, he double-checked the baby’s medallion beneath his tightly-bundled quilt. Just like Dr. Wycliffe said, it was locked onto his ankle. He opened the medallion, revealing a hidden locket then reached inside his suit pocket and pulled out a neatly-folded piece of paper. Once more, he felt for the locket, stuffed the note into it, and shut it back tightly and as quickly as possible. With his thumb, he felt around the perfectly-mated surface, making sure it was sealed without a clue to its contents. Decisively, he marched forward, basically forgetting all about what he had just done. Nothing appeared to stop him after that.
    In the interim, all three of his comrades continued standing in awe next to their ship, even though their only lantern might have been ready to go out at any moment from the wind and rain. No doubt they were excited, so excited that US-1 didn’t care about the flickering lantern. To amuse himself, picked it up and flung it out into the sea.
    His impulsive stunt was shocking to the others at first. All three of them paused with absolutely nothing to say, except to mutter their irritated grievances into the dark.
    Just then, a little piece of the moon emerged from the clouds, casting slight visibility onto the vessel once again.
    Dr. Wycliffe pointed straight up. “Christ O’Mighty…look at that. An omen…this is it. A moon in the storm! I can feel it now.”
    US-1 and 2 looked at each other and then busted up with laughter while Dr. Wycliffe looked puzzled. “Wha-wha… what’s wrong? Don’t