Time Warp (12 page)

Jan felt left out, while all the boys went about their tasks and she decides to go back up stairs
. The house cleaner Nina came over to greet her, and knew exactly what at this moment would please Jan. She followed the small Filipino woman up the grand stairway, amazed at all the artifacts and paintings that hung on the walls in Jacks magnificent house. . Nina stood at a doorway waiting for Jan, and showed her into a large luxurious bathroom suit. The water was running, forming bubbles around the nearly full bath; Jan thanked the woman and could not wait to get in to the cool water that at this time of the year with the Mediterranean’s hot weather would be seen as a blessing to anyone.

Carl set to work almost at once, Wearing protective goggles, he sliced through one of the steel pipes; he measured the inside diameter of the spearhead,
and the thickness of the pipe. Carl franticly took a grinder to the pipe, to reduce its thickness allowing the spearhead to fit tightly over the pipe. While nick searched for any amount of wire he could find, he figured he would need quite a lot of wire in order to keep a safe distance away from the rotating prongs, when they tried to operate it again.

Jason followed Jack outside to a shack, where Jack kept his
generator; it was a fair distance away from the house, so the noise could not be heard from inside... Jason took one look at the massive, generator and almost instantly knew he had his work cut out for him, it would not be an easy task to get this monster of a turbine running again that’s for sure.

Jason turned the key round in the ignition, and just as he
thought, the battery was dead. However, that did not seem too much of a problem since Jack had a big pickup truck, and its battery would do the job nicely.

“So when’s the last time you had this thing running?” asked Jason

“Four, maybe five years ago,” replied Jack

“Shit!” Jason thought what the hell, and took off his shirt, the dime light inside the shed, reveled his bullet wound across his arm, Jack could also see it was not the only wound Jason had
. Some old scars remained from Jason’s military days, and it looked like he had taken quite a few hits before. Jason started with the fuel pump stripping it down, dirt and a slimey’ish; substance had jammed nearly the whole thing. Jason found some solvent and began washing and stripping down all the injectors. While Jack went over to his truck to get the battery, and siphon some clean diesel out of the fuel tank

Jason reassembled the pump, and hooked the battery up to the generator, after emptying the fuel tank; he began to fill it with the clean diesel from Jacks truck
. The moment had arrived, Jason turned the key, and the pump started squirting fuel out onto the floor. “Yes!” said Jason with a sign of relieve, still he had a long way to go.

Jason fixed all the i
njectors back into their places and began the tiresome task of bleeding out all the air from their fuel pipes, and finally tried to start the generator up again. He turned the key and kept his fingers crossed, the huge engine began to turn over only it would not start, Jason knew that at this rate the battery would soon be dead. Jason bridged the wires over and tried again, the engine turned over emitting white smoke; there was a rumbling sound as the generator sprang to life. Clouds of smoke filled the shed that managed to escape from the rusty exhaust, Jason hurriedly ran outside as the engine started running smoothly. Carl and nick had also finished and could be seen walking up the hill carrying the spear in their hands.

The
decisive moment had finally come, to find out what exactly this spearhead from outer space really does, and why Sonard wants it or why he needs it so badly.

Jason held the spear in his hand for the first time, and admired its beauty. Nick and Carl forced the steel pipe into the ground as deep as they could, keeping the pipe as vertical as possible to allow a stable secure base for when the spear starts to spin around again.

“You all ready?” cried nick

“Well it’s now or never, let her ripe
”, replied Carl.

Nick pulled down on the power lever, allowing the electricity to travel across the wires into the peculiar electronic device. The three pointed spear head, slowly started to spin around again, only this time the steal pole that Carl had driven into the ground, and had fixed the bizarre, looking device too, proved to be a more suited and stable method in which to operate it from
. The spearhead gained speed, a whistling sound could be heard as it span around faster and faster. Everyone stood there amassed at the object, waiting for something to happen and it did.

An electrical charge, started to jump from the outside prongs onto the main centered one; the ark intensified creating an electromagnetic, sphere that engulfed the whole object. Carl and nick stepped backwards afraid from the whole thing collapsing or even exploding for that matter, as they all watch the sphere rapidly enlarge. Jack called over to Jason, “cut the power! Turn that dam generate off.”

Jason ran to the shed and pressed the stop button, the generator quickly died down, only it was too late. For some unknown reason the spear continued spinning faster and faster, the
magnetic sphere continued to enlarge until it ruptured, exploding, sending a shock wave across the island. Everyone dived onto the floor as the shock wave struck.

Jan looked up towards the spear, that had now stopped spinning; instead a powerful beam of light similar to a laser was being emitted from the spears center prong
.

The light shot high into the night sky, piercing the heavens above and beyond our atmosphere.

Carl came up to Jan to see if she was all right. “Look Carl it’s just like I told you in the library,” she said.

“What are you on about,” replied Carl, looking at the powerful orange beam of light.

“That phrase I found in the book of prophesies, I was reading in the library it said, (a strong light shall pierce the heavens, and the savoir of mankind shall descend upon the earth).”

Carl looked at Jan thinking maybe she was right, no one had a clue as to what this device could be,
but one thing was for sure, if this was some kind of signal. Carl figured Sonard had not yet completed his plans, and they might have sent the signal way too early. Carl also feared they were not the only ones who saw and felt the magnetic pulse, which temporarily disrupted all communications and radio signals half way around Europe. The beam of light only lasted for less than half a minute, and could be seen thousands of miles away, the event was witness by hundreds of people who stared at its magnificence. However, for the military this could only mean one thing. WAR.

Governing bodies around the globe gave the go ahead, and with in an instant all military bases and strategic points were immediately put a high alert
. No one had ever seen or experienced such a shock wave, which could have destroyed every electronic, device all around Europe. Except for some countries, military forces that used non-magnetic, microchips just in case something like this ever did happened, and it just did. The USA and the soviets were the first to respond, and immediately dispatched fighter aircraft, into the air to protect their bases, while ground forces were assembled. Missile silos across the globe opened their concealed hatches waiting for their orders, just in case this was some sort of a nuclear strike. China, Japan, and every other country also responded thinking it was some sort of nuclear device, even though no one knew what the hell was really happening. Except Sonard, who could see the ray of light as it slowly started to fade away?

Sonard knew he must react at once, the world had never seen anything like this before, and the actions being taken by some countries, could automatically become hostile ones, in fear that they might be under a direct attack from any adjacent country
. Which in turn could be the beginning of a third would war, a nuclear war that Sonard had tried so hard to stop man from entering, in fear it would almost certainly destroy planet earth leaving him and his superior race homeless.

Sonard picked up his phone; communications had been restored
since the blast was not meant to destroy communication, equipment, but just too temporally disrupt it.

Sonard contacted his home base and instructed them to inform the secret, society of
half-breeds that held top official positions, that this was some kind of accident, and that he would give them a good explanation later on. Sonard hoped they would stand down from any military strike, that that was now looking immanent. However, for some it was too late, the USA had an aircraft carrier in international waters, deep within the Mediterranean; it was close, just too close.

The
soviets, knowing the carrier’s nuclear capability, saw this as a direct threat and had already dispatched a squadron of six Migs to search and destroy any American military vessels with in the immediate area.

The admiral in charge of the carrier, was admiral Cory, he knew his job had already dispatch three f 16‘s to Recon the area, to warn off any aircraft that came within harms distance. The admiral was in the control tower hoping that this would eventually come to nothing. Although, Admiral Cory was a war veteran, had always fired upon his enemy from a distance, and had never come under direct attack from any country in the world. Simply because no one in their right mind, would dare to launch a direct air strike against an American carrier of her size.

The lights flickered around the silent control room, radio control kept in touch with Captain Johnson, who was in charge of the Recon mission. However, the silence within the control tower did not last for long, and was broken when one the radar operators saw three dots appear on his screen. .” We have three bogies inbound, north, north east.” the admiral feared the worst. ” How many aircraft do we have up there?” he asked.

“We have three sir
! And two more on stand by sir,” said one of his officers.

“Dispatch another aircraft and have two more on standby,” instructed the admiral.

“But sir there is only three of them, do we really need six planes in the air sir! “ Asked his officer

Cory was an experience man, and knew for a fact that there must be more than just three Migs in the area, and quickly answered to his officers lame response, “ just do it
! I want six planes in the air and two on deck standing by, also sound battle station, and inform everyone that this is not a drill.”

“Yes sir
”, replied the officer and did what the admiral commanded. It seemed that Cory was right, it was not long after the radar operator again shouted, “three more bogies east south east, in bound, approaching fast.”

Cory knew that this was it
! Sweat started to drip from his brow, as He wondered how his crew would cope when the shit started flying by; he scratched his head and instructed all craft ready for takeoff to depart immediately. It seemed the Russians had divided their squadron to cause havoc, leaving half of its Migs to intercept the oncoming f 15’s, leaving three more Migs to directly strike the carrier itself. Their plan was a devious one; all the Migs had flown low to avoid radar detection, flying past the Ukraine then across the Black Sea. Later on, they split up into two groups; one group headed south exposing itself to radar, to gain the Americans attention while the other group took a detour, remaining low, only exposing them self’s at the very last minutes.

Caption Johnson, had imminently picked up three of the Migs on his radar screen, and radioed control for orders, “we have three bogies approaching 12 o’clock, permission to engage!”

“Permission granted, and good luck, “replied the radio controller.

“You heard the man boys break formation, and keep your wing man.”

“Roger that.”

The four-f 15
’s broke up into pairs, and were ready to take on the incoming Migs. They flew high where it was now twilight, in order to get a better view of their opponents, the Migs flew by at tremendous speed, and Johnson picked his target and perused his enemy.

The Migs, with a top speed exceeding MACH 3 co
uld easily have out run the f 15’s, only the Russians wanted to engage, and turned around to take on Johnson and his squadron. Their planes dived, turned and twisted through the air, the F 15s 20mm multi barreled cannons, exploded to life, ripping holes in one of the Migs fuselage, the Russian pilot try desperately to break away. However, Johnson was an experienced pilot, and had flown numerous of sorties during the Iraq conflict. Finally Johnson had missile lock on one of the Migs,” I have missile lock taking the shot”, he relayed on radio. 

He selected his weapon and
was ready to fire one of the F15s sophisticated, AMRAAM’s, air – air missiles, when the admiral’s voice came over the radio, “Disengage, Disengage, and return to base”.

“What!” replied Johnson? “You heard me that’s an order!’ replied Cory

However, for Johnson the order had came too late, the air- air missile dropped from underneath his plane, and almost immediately ignited, the missile soared through the air seeking its target leaving a stream of white fuel residue behind it. The Russian Mig was doomed as the missile exploded, sending fragments through the air, the pilot was wise and had ejected just in time knowing he did not stand a chance with his crippled plane. Later on an American search and rescue helicopter which, had already been dispatched, would pick him up to bring him back on board.