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This poem conveys a powerful emotion. It's not always easy to show these intense feelings. I like how you used the same first word in each line or the stanza. That was creative. The one stanza you didn't do that, showed the reader that there is some physical abuse going on.

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This is a very touching poem. I'm a dog lover, so it struck a cord with me. I like how it shows the relationship that can be between a family and their pet. Many people will be able to relate to this poem. I don't have suggestions for improving. It is a heartfelt poem.

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This is an interesting piece. I like how it combines the intense relationship of the speaker with God and religion. That is an good comparison. It is a little vague in spots, but then again, many poems are. The passion of the speaker comes through nicely in the poem.

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Chapter 70

June 11, 27 CE – Cana – Galilee Province





Cencio was exhausted. Cencio's body throbbed with exhaustion?He was in excellent physical condition but he never realized how difficult it would be to travel by foot across the scorching deserts of ancient Judaea.

The men he hired to run his small caravan were the absolute dregs of society. He didn’t want to risk approaching any respectable merchants because of his poor accent and lack of knowledge. Since the assassination of the Prefect, the Romans were enthusiastically searching searchedfor strangers and for people who seemed out of place. His ignorance of local customs would be a dead give away.

For weekcommas he and Khan hid out in the mountains, sending men into towns to buy food and other necessities comma and to obtain information on the movements of the Roman patrols. The only thing that kept the men he hired from robbing and killing him was the presence of Khan. He and Khan took turns sleeping and protecting each other’s back. That was comma another reason he was so exhausted.

Cencio decided that today was theday he would complete his mission. The men he sent into Cana returned with the story that the man many referred to as “The Miracle Worker” was visiting there. He asked them if this was the same man who had turned water into wine at the wedding feast, and they assured him that he was. consider revising to cut down on the # of was in the paragraph

Cencio was still uncertain if he would be able to communicate with the Arianni time ships. He had tried on numerous occasions and received no answer. He knew that he and Doctor Dubenchiek were the only two with communication devices, so there was no way for the Arianni woman to contact her people.

In a worse case scenario, Cencio was certain he could accomplish his mission, then make a major ripple in history that would give away his location to observers in the future. Such a ripple would tell them exactly where and when he was. Interesting strategy for getting home.

He finished his toilet and walked over to Khan. “We do it today.”

Cencio looked at the leg of lamb that Khan was enthusiastically devouring devoured, his own hunger abated. He had been sick with diarrhea for the past several weeks and he was certain it was came from the half-cooked mutton they subsisted on.*Sick* “I’m sick and tired of this stinking country and these stinking people.”

Khan smiled, showing yellow teeth from lack of cleaning. “I’m ready, little man, let’s get it on.”

Cencio pointed at Khan’s backpack. “Is it ready?”

Khan nodded his head. The object he was referring to was a Barret M82A3 .50 Caliber, sniper rifle with a ten round ammo box. It was Khan’s choice of weapon for long distance shooting. Luckily it had been in Khan’s backpack and not lost during the fight in Caesarea.

Their guides could tell by the enthusiasm radiating from both men that something was going on. It had been weeks since they had shown even a modicum of interest in anything, now their steps were springy and unusual grins covered their faces filthy faces.

Several hours later they neared a small village located in the hill country of central Galilee. It was a small, insignificant town, named Cana, after the marsh reeds that grew nearby. comma and you used small three times in this paragraph A small backwoods town in a third rate province.

Cencio set up a rest camp approximately a hundred meters from the village, visible and overlooking most of the town. The hour was well past noon. He ordered two of the hired men to go into town and see what was going on.

If this was the right place and the right time, Cencio knew that Jesus would be here. Cencio was a well-educated man, particularly educated in theological doctrine. He knew that the main reason Jesus would be visiting this out of the way place was to hide away from the Pharisees.

By now, the gossip had spread the story of that wedding miracle to every house for miles around. Many of the Jews living in Galilee had also traveled to Jerusalem in the past year to attend the various feasts and seensaw the signs and the miracles ofthat Jesus that were being performed there. Jesus ministry and following had grown. Cencio firmly believed that the reason Jesus left Judea was because of his growing popularity in Judea and the increasing jealousy of the Pharisees.

“When therefore the Lord knew that the Pharisees had heard that Jesus was making and baptizing more disciples than John (although Jesus himself was not baptizing, but his disciples were), He left Judea, and departed again into Galilee. (John 4:1-3).” Cencio quoted from memory.

Before being recruited into The Brotherhood, Cencio had been a devout Roman Catholic. The seeds of doubt planted by the Cardinal and others had transformed him into an avid dissenter.

“How dare a man, any man, claim to be the Son of God!” Cencio thought. That was all crap made up by the church to appease the Roman Emperor Constantine. The Emperor wanted the Romans to accept Christianity as the state religion but knew that unless the church made Jesus a god, or the son of a god, they wouldn’t accept the religion. It was all pretend, make belief, false, evil. Interesting thought

Cencio knew better. He knew all about the books that the church refused to include in the New Testament. Books that would prove that Jesus was just another man, another self seeking Rabbi with a different message. Well, he was about to change all that. He would eliminate the man and remove the corruption of evil religion from history. No more church dominance, no more inquisitions, no more ignorant and brainwashed hoards pretending to be pious and sanctimonious.

Movement in the village caught his eye. People were walking walked towards a well where women were drawing water, following a tall man dressed in a white ankle length tunic. The crowds began to grow larger and larger.

“Damn!” Cencio muttered. The distance was too far away to hear what the man was saying said. He grabbed the sniper rifle and focused through the scope. The man became much clearer. “It could be him,” Cencio thought.

A gray bearded, royally attired man approached the tall man in white and went down on one knee. He was asking for something. A few moments later the man stood, bowed slightly, then quickly left.

“And there was a certain royal official, whose son was sick at Capernaum.” Cencio thought. “And he traveled all the way to Cana to ask Jesus to heal his sick son.”

Cencio’s thoughts were interrupted passive voice by the return of the men he had sent into the village. He turned and demanded they tell him what they had seen.

“It’s the healer,” one of the men said, his eyes would not meet Cencio’s brutal stare. “The man who turned the water into wine.”

Cencio thought for a second. “Who is the royally dressed man?”

“An official from Capernaum,” the other man blurted. “He is here looking for the healer. Something about a sick son.”

Cencio grinned at Khan. “It’s him!”

Cencio picked up the sniper rifle and lay down in the prone position. The distance was very short for such a fine weapon and it would be impossible to miss. He grabbed the ten round drum of ammunition and inserted it into the rifle until he heard a satisfying click. He chambered the first round.

Cencio took careful aim. The face of the man in the long white tunic was in the center of the crosshairs of his telescopic site.

Cencio smiled… and pulled the trigger. Oh boy!

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Chapter 69

May 19, 2012 – McMurdo Station - Antarctica





“Done,” Megan said with a flourish, pushing her chair back from the computer console.

Beartalker looked at her, not clear as to what she had done but the satisfied look on her face gave him confidence. “Will it work?”

“I sent a copy to every scientist on the planet,” Megan replied, and one to every newspaper with a circulation of over fifty thousand.”

“And the one to the President?”

“Delivered!”

Beartalker sat back in his chair and scanned the hard copy of the message that Megan had distributed. In essence, it was a blackmail letter demanding the release of the families of the Special Forces Team members and cooperation in stopping the Nazi plan.

Megan named each individual member of The Brotherhood, worldwide, described their goal to take over the world and gave a full and comprehensive report on everything they knew up to that point. She included the Nazis and their role in the Earth Crust Displacement, the Arianni, and how The Brotherhood was behind the cover-up and the assassination attempt on Jesus.

She noted at the end of the message to the President, a message that would be delivered to other members of The Brotherhood, that in the event of her death, or a strike on McMurdo Station, the code that had been assigned to the messages sent out worldwide, would immediately become public. So long as she lived, and The Brotherhood cooperated, the message could not be released.

“You’re giving them a break.” Beartalker glanced back up at Megan. “You have them by the balls and you should squeeze.”

“My economics friends are right,period” Megan sighed. “To disclose The Brotherhood’s existence and goal at this time will create a worldwide crisis. No one would trust their leaders. It would be a crisis we cannot afford if we hope to unite the world to overcome the Nazis.” I would also think she would be labeled as a crazy conspiracy nut.

“The scumbags still shouldn’t get away with it.”

“If their assassination plan fails, their only fallback will be to cooperate with us. After all, it’s their world too. I think they will bust their butts to make things right.”

The door to the computer room flew open and one of Beartalker’s men rushed in. “A flying saucer has landed in front of the building!” he yelled.

Beartalker and Megan glanced at each other, then both tried to make it to the door first. By the time they got to one of the few windows available, they were jammed with rubber neckers fighting for a glimpse outdoors. Megan grabbed a parka from a rack on the wall and headed for the nearest exit. Beartalker followed her, trying to pull on another parka that was too small to fit his bulky frame.

As soon as they emerged from the building they spotted an object sitting about fifty yards away that resembled the classic Hollywood flying saucer design. A squad of Air Force Security personnel were standing stood near the disk shaped object with their sidearms drawn, pointing towards it.

Beartalker’s second in command, Lieutenant Brian Rhoy, ran up with the remainder of the Team close behind him. “Should we backup the Air Police sir?”

Beartalker nodded at Megan. “She’s our primary mission. If little green men rush out and try to kidnap her, then you will react. Until then, I want a three sixty around her.”

Despite freezing her butt off, Megan was mesmerized by the scene. passive voice “Just like, “The Day the Earth Stood Still,” she whispered to Beartalker, describing a classic science fiction movie. One of her little secrets was that she loved old science fiction movies, a weakness she did want her scientific peers to get wind of.

A few moments later comma a ramp opened in the side of the craft and quietly lowered to the snow. “Klaatu barada nikto,” Megan muttered, unaware that Beartalker heard her.

“Klaatu what?” He asked.

Megan smiled. “It’s a phrase from the movie. Klaatu was the alien who landed on earth. He was killed and his robot, Gort, brought him back to life.”

Beartalker rolled his eyes and refocused on the lowered ramp. Movement on the ramp brought the Air Police to agitated alert. Two men, dressed in unusual uniforms, slowly walked down the ramp immediately followed by an attractive young woman. The woman was holdingheld a pistol on the men and behind her was another young woman in a uniform similar to that worn by the two men. They walked to the end of the ramp and halted.

“My name is Daria Wolff commaand I am a citizen of Germany,” the woman yelled in rough, but understandable English. Her English was rough but understandable. “I was kidnapped by the Nazis and managed to escape. The woman behind me is under my protection. I am also the fiancĂ© of Doctor Monday Stiehl who has also been abducted. I ask for your help.”

“Holy Cow,” Megan blurted.

Beartalker reacted immediately. “Secure those two men!” he ordered the Air Police. Motioning for his Team to follow him, he walked out to the air ship. Megan started to follow but he signaled her to remain where she was.

“I am Lieutenant Beartalker, United States Navy,” he said to Daria who was still standing still stood on the ramp She was shivering from the cold. “I am a friend of Megan MacKenzy, the scientist you contacted. Will you come with me?”

Daria let out a whoosh of air and dropped the heavy pistol to the ramp. She motioned for Marta to follow her. Beartalker took off his too-small coat {c;blue} comma
and wrapped it around her comma and they headed for the warmth of the building.

Daria wrapped her hands around the hot mug of coffee. She was still shaking still shook, but not from the cold. Her nerves were near the breaking point. She was never certain whether or not her plan would work, and hours of tension had taken its toll on her. She felt relieved to see the face of Megan, another female she could identify with. The huge bear of a man sitting next to Megan reminded her of Henri, big, jovial, full of genuine concern and empathy.

“General Jones is sending someone down to talk with you,” Beartalker stated. “He’s the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. He and the rest of Special Operations Command know all about the Nazis and The Brotherhood and they are working to get something going.”

“What about your president and other world leaders, your Army, Air Force?” Daria asked.

“I’m afraid our president and many high ranking members of congress are aligned with The Brotherhood,” Beartalker shook his head and glanced at Megan. “Megan sent a message to scientists around the world, and to the world press, but we don’t want to use it until comma or unless absolutely necessary.”

“Message from General Jones,” Sparks interrupted, handing a tearsheet to Beartalker. Beartalker took the message and slowly read it. He read it again to make certain he fully understood it.

“General Jones has deployed all Airborne, Ranger and Special Forces units.” He stated. “Everyone in Special Operations Command has been ordered to McMurdo Station, including all SEAL Teams. Special Forces units from Great Britain, France, Germany and Australia have also decided to assist in the operation.”

“That’s wonderful,” Daria stated, wondering why Beartalker was not overjoyed. “Isn’t it?”

“They are deploying against the orders of the President of the United States, and their allied governments,” Beartalker replied. “The President and other world leaders involved have ordered their conventional military forces to stop them by any means.”

“You mean shoot down their own men?” Megan looked at Beartalker as if he had suddenly gone crazy.

“Special Operations Forces against Conventional Forces. What a nightmare,” Lieutenant Rhoy exclaimed. “I guess the General is backing down.’

“His reply to the President was, 'up yours'…” Beartalker answered.

“Incoming message,” Sparks yelled again, tearing another sheet of paper from his communications machine and handing it to Beartalker.

Beartalker reached for it and read it with trepidation. “There are half a dozen alien air ships on station over McMurdo right now,” He said. “They are demanding the return of their airship, the pilots, and, I can’t understand the last demand, the return of Hitler’s granddaughter, or, they will destroy the station and everyone in it.’

Daria’s face turned white and she took a deep breath. “That’s me,” she whispered. “I’m Hitler’s granddaughter.”

“Jesus, Joseph and Ralph!” Megan blurted. Ralph? I love it. I like this Megan character.

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Chapter 68

June 10, 27 CE – Jerusalem – Judaea Province





As soon as they entered the ‘Gate of the Fountain’ on the southern side of the city comma they ran into pandemonium. The narrow cobbled streets were crowded with soldiers searching the belongings of everyone who entered. Goods were scattered everywhere, donkeys baying, camels spitting, and angry merchants arguing or pleading with the soldiers.

Szekler and Wilhelm approached a Roman officer, a junior Centurion by his dress, and asked what was going on. The weary Centurion was evidently satisfied by their looks and glanced at the remainder of the waiting team.

“Replacements are more than welcome.” He grinned at Monday and Henri, more officers to share the watch with.

Szekler motioned at the activity around them. “This is not normal is it? I am new from Rome but I have never seen such a display of activity.”

“I can tell you’re from the Province of Germania also,” the Centurion smiled. “Your accent gives you away. I recently served there with the XVI Gallica. It was Elysium compared to this dry stinking rat hole of a province. We have orders to check everyone and everything coming in or going out.”

Szekler looked at him and stood taller, almost defying the officer to search him.

“Not Romans,” the Centurion quickly added, uncertain of Szekler’s importance. The fact that Szekler had an escort of several officers, all the way from Rome, meant he had to be a man with significant connections. “You and your guard are more than welcome. Centurion Ausonius is in charge of this Province until the Governor of Syria can send a more senior officer. He’s taking no risks since the death of the Prefect.”

“Death of the Prefect? I haven’t heard anything about that,” Szekler questioned.

The Centurion looked at him in surprise. “You have been out of contact,” he stated. “The Prefect, Pontius Pilateus, was assassinated by magicians a month ago. Some of them escaped. The entire province has been in an uproar.”

“I see.” Szekler mumbled a reply. He and Wilhelm returned to the group.

“Pilate assassinated,” Szekler whispered, scanning the crowd around them. “The officer mentioned wizards or magicians, depending on how you translate it. I think we’ve found The Brotherhood’s Team. No doubt someone made a big mistake and they managed to escape from Caesarea, but where would they go?”

“Galilee,” Dom answered. “Their target spent a lot of time in and around the Sea of Galilee. If they are still considering completing their mission, I think that would be the place they would go.”

Szekler thought about his answer for a moment. “There’s no need to stay in Jerusalem then. We must go to Galilee right away. According to the officer, it has been a month since the assassination. They could have completed their mission already and we would not know about it.”

“With the Roman Army after them, I think they would lay low for a while,” Monday commented. “Perhaps find some small out of the way village and wait for things to calm down.”

“How far is it to Galilee?” Henri asked.

“It will take us several days by foot,” Dom answered.

“We will go into the wilderness for several miles and contact the Fliegenkämpfer,” Wilhelm stated. “We can be there in a few hours.”

Szekler nodded his head then walked over to the Centurion. “I have decided that I am most needed in Caesaria,” he told the officer. “With the death of the Prefect comma my services may be vital.”

The Centurion nodded in agreement and waved at the rest of the Team. “Keep a close eye out for these magicians. I am told there is a considerable reward for their capture.”

As they made their way out of the city and up the Mount of Olives, Monday held back to talk with Dom. “My guess is that The Brotherhood mercenaries are the ones who were killed. Chester and his team would not have been armed.”

“I agree.” Dom concentrated on the heel of Lofton in front of him. “Most likely one of the mercenaries flew off the handle and opened fire before their leader could intervene and defuse the situation. Dorbec and Chester would have quickly taken advantage of the situation and dispersed into the crowd.”

“That would mean they are separated from the survivors of the slaughter, if there were any survivors. They might even be stranded in time, unable to contact their time ship.”

“A distinct possibility,” Dom muttered. “If I am any judge of character, I think they would go to the one place where they could hope to be rescued, and that would be wherever Jesus happened to be.”

“Galilee.” Monday looked back over his shoulder to see a Roman cavalry patrol approaching. He yelled for the others to clear the road so they could pass.

As soon as the patrol was past, throwing up a cloud of powdery dust, Doctor Szekler ambled back to join them. He nodded at Monday then addressed Dom. “In your best estimate, what part of where in Galilee would Jesus most likely be in?’

Dom thought carefully before answering. “If The Brotherhood expedition wanted to assassinate Jesus before he started spreading his gospel, and if they found the correct time frame, Jesus will probably be either near the Sea of Galilee comma or close to Nazareth or Cana. He spent Much of his youth was spentin Nazareth comma and his first two miracles occurred in Cana.”

Szekler nodded in agreement. “I will have the Fliegenkämpfer land us near Mount Tabor, that will place us within short walking distance of Cana and Nazareth.”

Szekler increased his pace to catch up with Wilhelm who had taken took the lead. Monday noticed as Wilhelm turned around and sent him a wicked grin.

“You do know that this is a one way mission for us?” he advised Dom. “Either they will strand us here, back in time, or kill us once they have neutralized The Brotherhood mission.”

“Their commandos have assault rifles hanging beneath their tunics,” Dom sarcastically replied spat?. “How do you propose to prevent them from doing exactly what they want?”

Monday shook his head. “I’m working on it.”

The Fliegenkämpfer picked them up several hours later and transported them to a deserted spot on the road running from Tiberias to Nazareth and ending at Ptolemais on the Mediterranean. Their location was ideal because it was approximately halfway between Nazareth and Cana.

As soon as they debarked from the ship, Wilhelm gave the order to move off the road and set up camp for the evening. It was too late to travel and they were all exhausted from the day’s events.

Dressed as a small Roman patrol, they weren’t worried about bandits or the local population. They made a fire from what little wood was available, ate rations brought by the time ship and made hot coffee and tea over the fire. Leutnant spelling Beck posted sentries, more so to keep an eye on Monday and his T team than to ward off unwelcome visitors. He had his men field strip and clean their assault rifles to get rid of the dry powdery sand, and to maintain routine. The Nazi soldiers were efficient and well disciplined. No opportunity presented itself for Monday or his Team to make any escape attempt.

Early the next morning, Wilhelm decided that Nazareth would be the best place to go, because his limited knowledge of Christianity placed Nazareth as a focal point for Jesus.

Wilhelm led the group from the front with six Nazi commandos and Leutnant Beck brought up the rear with the remaining six commandos. Szekler and Fleischer evidently got along well because they seemed to enjoy each other’s company. Monday and his Team were kept passive voice in the center of the column where they could be guarded.

An hour later comma they rounded a sharp bend in the road and discovered that a donkey cart had turned over, scattering a load of melons across the road. The owners, a farmer and his wife, were trying to lift the cart to replace the wheel that had come off. There were still a number of melons left in the cart so the weight was evidently too much for them to lift.

Wilhelm signaled for the column to halt and stood starring at the man and woman. He removed his canteen and took a long drink of water, then got down from his stallion and walked towards the broken cart. He motioned for two of his commandos to help the family lift the cart so the wheel could be replaced.

As soon as he turned around to head back to his horse, the farmer grabbed him around the neck and jerked Wilhelm’s pistol from a pocket hidden in his officer’s cape.

“Don’t move!” the man yelled, pointing at he rocks overlooking the road. Half a dozen men stood from their hiding places. They were holding what appeared to be assault rifles. Dozens of other men joined them holding spears or swords.

The man placed the barrel of the pistol against Wilhelm’s temple. “Drop your weapons or I will blow his brains out!”

Leutnant Beck started to move, but Wilhelm quickly signaled for him and his men to drop their weapons.

“Pick up the damn weapons, Monday!” the man yelled, unwinding the scarf that covered his face.

Shocked, Monday signaled for his Team to grab the Nazi weapons. The men behind the rocks made their way down to the road and threw their weapons to the ground. They were sticks carved to resemble assault rifles.

“Once again, le Legion Etrangere, to the rescue,” Dorbec grinned as he removed the rest of the dirty scarf from his head. “Are you not happy to see me, Mon ami?” Thank goodness!

Monday could not get over the sudden and overwhelming surprise. “Dorbec, you dirty old frog, how in hell…”

He turned as Chester strode up and removed a dirty hood covering his grizzly face. He and his T team had forgone shaving the past month in order to blend in more closely with the locals. They clasped each other in a bear hug, then Monday hugged the remainder of his team, Oddball and The Geek.

“This is Navy Corpsman John Carney,” Chester grabbed a man by the tunic. “Keeping an eye on our Nazi friends is Dorbec’s two men, Lars and Claude. I believe you met them in Argentina.”

Monday nodded his head.

“Our Brotherhood escort, Doctor Dubenchiek and the mercenaries wound up as Roman pin cushions. Unfortunately Cencio and Khan escaped.”

Monday spotted Ariana standing next to Dorbec. Despite her disheveled look and ragged clothing he could tell she was a beautiful young woman. “Who is the young lady, Dorbec?”

“I have the honor to present to you, Ariana.” Dorbec raised an eyebrow to emphasize the name. “She is the commander of the Arianni people, and she is in deep trouble because she joined our side.”

Monday bowed from the waist and gently shook her hand. He then turned to Chester. “How did you know that we would be on this road at this time?”

Chester shrugged. “We didn’t actually. We’ve been hiding in Nazareth with the local resistance for a month. Ariana tried to contact her time ships several weeks ago, but for some reason, they haven’t answered. We’ve been sending scouts into Cana and along the roads searching for Khan and Cencio. Last night commawe hit pay dirt. Oddball was with one of the scouting parties and came upon your campsite. The smell of coffee, and gun cleaning oil was overwhelming. Anyone with any brains at all would realize that ancient Romans did not drink coffee or use gun oil.”

“That Borkum Riff pipe tobacco the fat dude smokes smelled like home too,” Oddball cut in. “Man, I used to smoke that with a little weed now and then.” *Laugh*

“It didn’t take much to arrange this little surprise,” Chester continued. “In fact, Dorbec thought of it all by his little old self.”

Dorbec bowed from the waste, pretending to remove a hat he did not have on, then stood and walked over to Wilhelm von Liegntz. He threw Wilhelm’s knife into the dirt at his feet, then removed his own sharp blade.

“You and I are going to dance.” Dorbec’s face was cast in stone. “As the American’s say, it’s pay back time.”

I promise I'm working on getting this finished. Thanks for being paitent with me.
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Chapter 67

May 19, 2012 – Frija Base – The Moon



“I did as you instructed,” Marta stated. The tone of her voice sounded as if she had committed a serious crime, which, under the laws of her people, she had. “The flash message was I sent the flash message to Doctor MacKenzy by way of their Defense Department.”

Daria saw the doubt and indecision on the young girl’s face. She felt sympathy for her, but she also knew that her only chance to escape was by using both Marta and Mueller. If she did not do something, the Nazi plan could not be stopped. Even if she did do something, she was uncertain of success.

“Keep thinking of the millions of mothers and children, who will perish if this evil plan continues its course.” Daria patted Marta’s shoulder. “You’ve done nothing to be ashamed of comma and your people will not suffer if they are prevented from terraforming the world."

“What if your people and my people go to war?”

Daria thought about the possibility for a few moments. “That’s something we must work to prevent.”

A steady knock sounded at the door. Daria glanced at Marta then walked over and cracked the door open. “Herr Mueller. comma You’re early.”

“Got tired of sitting around.” Mueller walked to a table and threw a large bag on it. “I’m ready to go now.”

“Marta’s duty shift doesn’t start for another hour,” Daria replied. “We want to keep things as routine as possible until the last minute.”

“Now!” Mueller demanded.

Daria could see that his nerves were on edge. She figured hers would be too if she were in Mueller’s shoes. Although it was unlikely that anyone would fire at him while he held her hostage, there was always the possibility that someone else’s nerves would get the best of them.

She nodded her head at Marta. “Let’s do it.”

No one paid much attention to them as they walked through the hallways and courtyards. As they neared the hangar bay where the aircraft were kept, Mueller pulled a heavy jacket from the bag and put it on. He also removed a pistol and held it in his hand beneath the coat.

Daria nodded to Marta to open the last door to the hangar and they quietly slipped through. Marta continued on towards one of the small fliers called Fliegenkämpfer, docked about twenty yards away. The bay was unusually quiet. The closest workers were a good fifty yards further down the wide tarmac.

They made it to the ramp leading into the Fliegenkämpfer and Mueller took the lead. He grabbed Daria around the waist and headed straight for the cockpit. The two pilots were performing pre flight checks when they burst into the control room. They both froze, shocked by the presence of others in their domain and at the menacing look of Mueller.

“You will touch nothing!” Mueller opened his coat to display the phony bomb strapped around his waist. He signaled for Marta to take the sidearms that they wore. “You will give your weapons to Lieutenant Buchmacher and strap yourselves into your pilot seats. If you try to play hero, I will kill the Fuhrer’s granddaughter and blow up this airplane.”

Both men sat down in their seats and strapped themselves in.

“You will tell your control people that you are ready for launch and you will say nothing about us being on board,” Mueller continued. “Is there anyone else on board?” He pressed his pistol into Daria’s temple as a show of will.

“The rest of the crew has not yet boarded,” one of the pilots replied, casting a scathing glance at Mueller. “You cannot possibly pull this off. As soon as we launch ahead of schedule and without our crew, ground control will know something is wrong and alert New Berlin Base.”

“As soon as we launch you will have Lieutenant Buchmacher contact New Berlin Base and advise them to stay clear of the docking area,” Mueller ordered. “I know how fast these little babies can go so we will be at New Berlin Base long before they can prepare a reception. You will emphasize the fact that I have the Fuhrer’s granddaughter as my hostage and I am wearing an explosive vest with a dead man switch.”

Neither of the pilots was willing to take a risk on the life of the Fuhrer’s granddaughter, so they reluctantly obeyed Mueller. Mueller grinned at Daria as the Fliegenkämpfer quietly entered a decompression bay and the air was pumped out. As soon as a green light came on, the circular roof of the bay opened and the aircraft quickly launched.

“You ordered Marta to place the items I needed into one of the time ships, didn’t you?” Mueller whispered. He was referring referred to several laptop computers with state of the art technology, historical documents, and other items on it. He also demanded hard copies of some of the items in case the laptop computers gave him trouble. This was the material he would need when he went back in time.

“Just as you requested,” Daria replied.

“The pilots of the time ship will be available?”

“Marta can identify both the ship and the pilots.”

Mueller grinned. Everything was going according to plan. His decision to leave before the crew was aboard turned out to be a good one. He didn’t have to worry about anyone else aboard the plane.

It took less than an hour to fly from Frija Base on the Moon to New Berlin Base beneath Antarctica. As soon as they entered the docking bay, the video screen displayed a platoon of Nazi soldiers in full battle gear, ready to assault the Fliegenkämpfer.

“You will tell them to clear the docking bay,” Mueller ordered the pilot. “If they do not comma they will be responsible for her death.” He pointed at Daria with his Walther PPK/S. He watched as the commander of the assault platoon reluctantly ordered his men to withdraw.

“You will now contact the pilots of the time ship using ship to ship communications and tell them to manuever their ship to within twenty meters of this ship.”

Both pilots looked at him, aware now of his ultimate goal.

“Do it!” Mueller spat, opening his coat and pulling out a device with a button on it.

This was the part of the plan that Daria feared this part of the the plan. She knew that she had to follow Mueller into the time ship in order to force the pilots to cooperate. Would Mueller betray her and prevent her from leaving the ship once he had control? The pilots would know the exact date in history that they took Mueller to, so an expedition could be launched to prevent his plans from working. Did Mueller have enough common sense to realize that? Her only hope was that he would live up to his part of the bargain and let her return to the Fliegenkämpfer.

They watched the screen monitor. A few minutes later commaanother aircraft rolled towards them and parked a short distance away. A ramp to the aircraft slid down and two pilots emerged and stood at the bottom of the ramp.

“Let’s go!” Mueller pointed the pistol at Daria. “Open the door,” he ordered the pilots.

They walked down the ramp and across the short distance to the other aircraft. Mueller motioned for the pilots to preceed them into the plane. He showed them the bomb beneath his coat as an incentive.

Mueller went through the same routine he had gone through with the other pilots. Once they were strapped into their seats, he turned and grinned at Daria.

“It worked,” he blurted.

Daria could tell there was a battle raged going on in his head. He was trying to decide whether to kidnap her for real and take her with him.

Mueller finally nodded his head and handed his pistol to Daria. “Get lost woman {c;blue} commabefore I change my mind.”

Daria felt a wave of relief wash over her. She smiled at the cold blooded killer and quickly left the cockpit. She ran the distance to the other aircraft and back up the ramp.

As soon as she entered the cockpit, both pilots started to stand. “Stay strapped in.” Daria pointed the gun at them. “As soon as the time ship has launched, you will fly me to McMurdo Base.”

I just made a few comma sentence suggestions in this chapter. You could add more desricption of their faces or body language.

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This is a creative poem. Congratulations on getting over your writer's block. My favorite part would be the comparison of the birds, knights, and children. That was an unusual comparison. You created a good image with this poem. Nicely done.
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I was setting in my room looking in the
no paragraph breakmirror when the door bell rang.
I jumped at the sound of it.
I stood up checking my makeup again.comma And walked down stairs to answer the door. I wore a dress dress that went to my mid leg with a black leather jacket and black ackle heels. I had my dark brown hair in curls falling over my shoulders. I threw my cell phone on the loveseat and opened the door. He was soo beautiful. He had his dark brown his pushed to the side out of the way of his bright blue eyes. He had on a black shirt with a black jacket and black dress pants. He was smiling his beautiful smile as he handed me a dozen beautiful daisys. I smiled.
"You remembered." I said smiling.
"Of course, I did. They're your favorite. I'd never forget anything we said or talked about. By the way, you look sooo very beautiful tonight, Jane." he said as I set the flowers down on the table as he took me hand and lead me to the park where are date was.*Paragraph* He held my hand as we walked to are midnight picnick. Once we got there we both sat in the chairs and talked for hours. When he finally checked his watch to see what time it was. It was already 2 spell out number 1-10 am.
"Oh, crap. I better get you home." He said as he grabbed my hand and lead me home.
We finally made it to my front door and we turned to face eachother.
"I hope we get to see each spaceother again soon, Jane." he said as he leaned in to kiss me.
"Goodnight, Carter." I said as I walked into my house.
And it was the most perfect date and night ever. Thanks to Carter Jackson. I was 17 and in love.

My only other suggestion would be to vary your sentence structure. Most of your sentences have the subject/verb pattern. If you vary it, it will make the piece flow more smoothly. Have a great day!
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I really like this poem. It is well crafted. You have done a wonderful job of using imagery. I also quite like your theme. We all have dragons to defeat. I especially like the last line and the hope it gives. I don't have any suggestions for improvement. Nicely done!
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This is an interesting piece. It does a good job of capturing the ups and downs of teenage relationships. There are a few things you could polish. Be sure to capitalize your I's. Make sure to use apostrophes in contractions. I wouldn't start sentences with so, and, but, or because, but that's my personal preference. I like the last line that nothing last forever showing some hope that the pain will go away.

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This is an interesting piece. I find I want to know more about the back story. I think it interesting that you are commenting on parents responsibility for their children, perhaps, because I am a teacher. Maybe the parents should have taught the children about the road in the first place. *Smile* Interesting thought provoking poem.

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May 7, 27 CE – Caesarea Martima – Judaea Province





Pontius Pilate lifted the small set of forceps the man handed to him and inspected them with curiosity. His was a very patrician face, strong jaw, long regal nose, thick dark and curly hair graying at the temples, and piercing brown and green speckled eyes. He was tall for the average Roman, close to six feet, and his light Tuscany skin betrayed a hint of Germanic blood. Good description

“Where did this come from?” Pilate held the forceps up.

Dorbec’s Latin was better than Chester’s and it wasn’t proper in Roman society a woman to speak for them. That sort of implies that Chester is a woman.

“We traded for it in the east,’ Dorbec answered, glancing nervously at the Roman soldiers. Carney stood by his side with a guilty look on his face.

Pilate pointed to the bag Carney was holdingheld. “Show me what is in the bag!” he demanded, glancing back at the Decurion who was standing stood slightly behind him and to his left. The Decurion placed his hand on his gladius and the soldiers became more alert.

The man wearing the senatorial toga walked over and snatched the bag from Carney’s hands. He opened it and started removing items, items that did not exist in ancient Rome and could not have existed anywhere in the Roman Empire.

Pilate turned to the Decurion. “Arrest them,” he ordered.

The Decurion barked an order to his soldiers and quickly pulled his gladius from its sheath. As soon as the swishing sound made by the gladius reached the ears of Khan’s men, one of them pulled his Heckler and Koch MP7 and charged the small group. From twenty feet away he opened fire on full automatic. Pilate, the two wealthy Romans, the Decurion and several soldiers were immediately cut to pieces. Uh oh! Another of Khan’s men joined in and they slaughtered the remaining Roman soldiers.

The soldiers standing guard in front of the Prefect’s headquarters, seeing their leader and a security detail killed by wizards, immediately sounded the alarm. Doctor Dubenchiek and Cencio rushed from the building. Dubenchiek’s eyes were wide with anger and fear. He halted half way down the steps and shouted something at Khan, but his shout faded as one of the guards ran him through with his pilum. Khan shot the guard, barely missing Cencio, who was sitting sat on the stairs beside the body of Doctor Dubenchiek.

Scores of soldiers started pouring{c;blue} poured from the headquarters building and from further down the street. Khan was acting acted like a maniac, firing his pistol in one hand and an HK MP7 in the other, a satisfied grin on his face.

Chester signaled for his men to scatter. “Main gate!” he yelled, grabbing Ariana by the hand. They made it into a small crowd of people before Khan could turn and open fire on them. Khan ordered his men to cover him and rushed to catch Chester’s team as they scattered among the excited bystanders.

Cencio quietly melted into the crowd. He looked enough like a normal civilian that little attention was drawn to him. he drew little attention? makes it more active He watched as Khan’s mercenaries butchered scores of Roman soldiers. They were evil men, laughing and pointing as they fired round after round. Their laughter quickly faded when one of them was impaled passive voice by a Roman pilum, the ancient weapon going all the way through his body and making sparks on the cement behind him as he clutched his chest in agony. Score 1 for the Romans!

Before the four remaining mercenaries could react, they were showered passive voice by a storm of pilums. Each was struck more than half a dozen times, the weight of the heavy spears dragging them down onto the cobblestone square.

“Idiots,” Cencio muttered, as a Centurion rushed up and quickly beheaded each of them.*paragrah* The Officer scanned the crowds for further danger then ordered his men to form a square around the body of Ponitus Pilate. Cencio picked up the small chest of gold and melted among the people who were beginning began to leave the scene. They knew from experience that when Roman anger was raised, innocent people could be killed, and the Roman Prefect had just been murdered.

Instead of running through the streets like thieves trying to escape and draw unwanted attention, Chester and his team slowed to a fast pace. If they could manage to make it to the main gate before word was received of the Prefect's death of the Prefect{c;blue} spread; they could escape into the thick woods on Mount Carmel. As it was, it would be difficult to identify them since all eyewitnesses were probably dead, but they could not afford to take the chance.

As they approached the main gate, Dorbec spotted his men standing on the outside waiting for them. He signaled for them to continue into the outskirts and deeper into the mud and skin huts that made up much of the outlying city. The area around the gates would be the first place the soldiers would search and secure.

He heard a noise behind him and turned to see a horseman making his way through the excited crowd. He nodded to Chester and Ariana to pick up their pace. The cavalryman was obviously sent to warn the sentries manning the walls.

They made it through the gate just before the rider arrived. Dorbec looked back over his shoulder to see the massive doors being closed. He thought he spotted the face of Khan among the crowd inside the walls, but could not be certain.

They met the rest of the Team well into the outskirts of the city. Carney’s face was a pasty white, either from fear, exhaustion or perhaps guilt.

“Romans are very efficient.” Dorbec pointed to the wooded slopes of Mount Carmel. “There will be patrols searching the suburbs and spreading into the hills very soon. We must get into those mountains as fast as we can.”

“They just killed Pontius Pilate,” Oddball blurted, his eyes wide with fear. “We’ve changed history. Without Pilate Jesus will not be crucified.”

Chester patted him on the shoulder. “I think history will be fine. It doesn’t have to be Pilate, another Roman Prefect will be appointed and his name will go down in history instead of Pilate’s.”

“I think I spotted Khan just before the gates were closed.” Dorbec glanced at Chester. “Did anyone see what happened to Cencio?”

“That man’s too evil to die!” Carney spat. “You can bet he survived.”

“The Brotherhood goons were just stupid enough to get themselves slaughtered,” The Geek remarked. “Where do we go from here, Colonel?”

Chester thought about his question for a few moments. The object of the mission was the assassination of Jesus. Jesus had no reason to be in or near Caesarea. If anything, he was spreading his teachings along the Jordan River. He might also be in Jerusalem where he often preached, especially near the mikvaot, or ritual baths, used by Jewish pilgrims.

“I don’t suppose you have another means to contact the time ships?” he asked Ariana, aware that Doctor Dubenchiek had confiscated her communications device earlier and given it to Cencio.

Ariana nodded. “The mission was to last ten days. If, at the end of ten days, no one made contact with the ships, they were to use their sensors to locate my DNA and investigate. We still have seven more days until they initiate that action.”

“What would Cencio do?” Chester turned to Dorbec.

“He will attempt to complete the mission,” Dorbec replied. “If Khan survived, and there’s no reason to believe that he did not, Cencio will find him then organize a small caravan and try to find the location of Jesus. I am assuming he still has the gold and gold can buy protection and pay off greedy soldiers.”

“Our best bet is to head for Galilee,” Chester stated. “The Bible records that Galilee is where Jesus’ first miracles took place, so Cencio will most likely head there. If Cencio and Khan had been killed we could have simply hidden in the hills until the ships came looking for us. Despite the risk to our families, I think we should still make an attempt to stop Cencio from the assassination attempt.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

As soon as they cleared the Mount Carmel mountain range, the first village of any size they found was Jokneam, a small but important town along the major road towards Meggido, the Jezreel Valley, and on to Nazareth. The same road eventually connected with the populated cities along the Sea of Galilee, such as Tiberias and Hippos and the Via Maris

It was early in the morning comma whenthey reached the town and they would not have stopped except they were exhausted and the meager rations that were designed to last them for two days were long gone.

Ariana had kept some of the coins in her bag so they bartered with an innkeeper for food and shelter. Their purchase got them more cold mutton, several loaves of hard dark bread, and a bed in the stables.

The inn keeper told them that several Roman Cavalry patrols had passed during the night and word was spreading that the Roman Prefect had been assassinated by a band of Eastern Magicians. A generous reward was being offered by the old Prefect, Valerius Gratus, the man that Pontius Pilate had replaced, for information on the assassins.

The way the man looked at them made Chester suspicious. Their accents unusually clean clothing, and mannerisms betrayed the fact that they were foreigners. Before bedding down for a few hours of desperately needed sleep, he asked the man for the directions to Gedora, a town well to the north and far from the direction they were going to go. He gave the innkeeper a story that they were heading home far to the north.

As soon as he met the others in the stables comma he warned them of the innkeeper 's suspicions. Despite their exhaustion, they decided to move on down the road for several miles and make camp. They found an outcropping of rocks several hundred yards off the road and made a camp without fire. Dorbec posted two guards in the direction facing the road and the rest were asleep before they even hit the sand.

The next day they made it to the town of Nazareth comma just before noon. Nazareth is tense switch from past to present thought to be the home of Joseph and Mary and the site of the Annunciation (when the Angel Gabriel told Mary that she would have Jesus as her son). Nazareth is also allegedly where Jesus grew up from some point in his childhood.

Historians have speculated the size of Nazareth to be anywhere from 2,000 inhabitants to 480, and as little more than an insignificant hamlet.

The town they found was situated in a small valley next to a steep hill. The number of dwellings indicated a population no larger than several hundred and the amount of tilled ground could not have supported a much larger population.

Despite their fear, they had to risk purchasing food from a local innkeeper. The man also told them that numerous Roman patrols had been through the town searching for assassins. To their good fortune, the man was extremely anti-Roman, and probably a member of the underground resistance.

“We have little money.” Ariana spoke for them, as she was the only one left who spoke Aramaic. “But we do have some trade goods.”

“πολύ καλός,” The man replied in amazingly clear Greek. The Geek, a Greek scholar, understand what the man said and started a conversation with him.

“His Greek may be thousands of years old, but we understand each other very well,” The Geek stated. “His name is Andros Panagakos, and he is originally from a village near Athens. He hates the Romans with a passion and is willing to help us in any way he can.”

“Let’s start with food,” Carney growled, rubbing his empty stomach.

For the next hour or so, Andros plied them with food, which they did not know existed in the ancient world. He started with a fine delicate butt of beef marinated with wine, a goose roasted with pomegranate juice, soft bread, beans, lentils, and steaming vegetables. The final plate was of tender lamb on dill leaves served with a sauce that was outlandishly delicious. There were also honey cakes with sweet dates and wine.

“This is for you man.” Oddball handed his Special Forces coin to Andros, who looked at it with curiously. His face lit up with a wide grin and he said something in rapid Greek.

“He says he knows we are magicians now,” The Geek translated. “He also knows we were not the ones who assassinated the Prefect. According to the Roman soldiers, they were all killed.”

“Tell him not to show that coin around,” Chester stated, his glance giving Oddball a rebuke. “I doubt any one can reproduce the quality of that coin in this era and whoever sees it will know that it had to come from magicians.”

“Ask if he has heard of a man named Jesua the Prophet?” Dorbec asked.

Andros spoke for a while then launched into a lengthy tirade that had The Geek’s eyebrows raised.

“He said that a man called Jesua the Baptizer was in Cana last fall,” The Geek stated. “It was said that he was also known as a magician since he turned water into wine.”

Dorbec sucked air into his lungs. “It was there that Jesus performed his first miracle. It took place during a wedding feast. In the midst of the celebrations, the host ran out of wine. When Jesus heard of the situation, he went to the household servants and instructed them to fill six water pots to the brim with water. He then told them to take a cup of this water to the headwaiter for him to taste. When the headwaiter tasted it, not realizing its source, he proclaimed it to be the best wine served during the entire celebration.”

“Wasn’t that also the place where Jesus performed his second miracle?” Carney asked. “Something to do with an official.”

“It was about a year after the wedding,” Dorbec replied. “Some Royal Official, whose son was sick at Capernaum heard about Jesus’ healing miracles and traveled sixteen miles by foot to ask Jesus to heal his son. The Royal Official asked Jesus to comma and ' “come down before my child dies,’ but Jesus said to him, " 'Go your way; your son lives." ' The man believed the word that Jesus spoke to him, and when he got back home, he discovered that his son was healed.”

“The wedding was almost a year ago,” Chester stated. “That means that Jesus must be in or around Cana right now.”

They looked at each other. Where Jesus was, Cencio was bound to show up.

Andros started speaking again in rapid Greek. He looked upset and worried.

“He says we must hide here for a time because it is far too dangerous for us to be on the roads,” The Geek interpreted. “He says that in about four weeks or so, the patrols will stop and then it will be safe to go on to Cana.”

“This will give our time ships an opportunity to contact me also,” Ariana added.

“Tell Andros that we will repay his generosity a hundred fold.” Chester motioned to The Geek.

Wow! Didn't see that one coming! Pilate dead, oh dear. Where is this going to lead?

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Chapter 65

May 18, 2012 – McMurdo Station - Antarctica





Megan looked up from her seat and canted her head to the left, a habit she was incapable of breaking. “You’re telling me the government just now found out about these Babbling Brotherhooders and New Age Nazis? If what you say is true, and I think that you think that it is, this Clive Cussler scenario could never have happened over night.”

Beartalker took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Everything has been held as top secret in the interest of national security. The Department of Defense didn’t know about the President and high government officials being part of The Brotherhood until the Joint Chiefs started digging around after the untimely death of the Secretary of Defense.”

“How did you find out this bit of secret information, and how do you know so much about the plans of both these powerful organizations? I know you can put two and two together and come up with five, but, details like this are a little on the ‘hard to come by’ list.”

“That’s where you come in Megan.” Beartalker gave her a wide disarming grin. “Someone inside the Nazi organization sent us a recent message disclosing the secrets I just told you, then they demanded that you, Megan MacKenzy, must be appointed their point of contact, or further information would not be forthcoming.”

“I sure as hell don’t know any Nazis, old or new!” Megan got to her feet and started pacing the floor, something she did when she was very agitated.

“We’re assuming that this contact selected you because of all the recent world wide attention your office has been getting,” Beartalker stated. “She also left some information we must act on as soon as possible.”

“She?”

“She signed off with the name of Marta.”

“Germanic; Austrian or Swiss,” Megan mused, trying to identify the origin of the name. “What information?”

Beartalker helped himself to one of Megan’s root beers then sat down in the seat she had just vacated.

“It appears that the government, our government, has kidnapped the members of some of our Special Forces soldiers. These soldiers have been forced to cooperate with members of The Brotherhood on a mission. If they do not cooperate, their families will be terminated. Other men, Doctor Monday Stiehl and Doctor Dominic Prestano among them, were also coerced into assisting the Nazis with a promise of Nazi help to secure the families. Of course they know this is a lie but what other choice do they have?”

Megan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. She mentally pictured Doctor Stiehl and the time she had spent in school with him. The only one I came close to marrying, she thought. Unfortunately, he never asked me.

“It gets more and more mysterious,” Megan muttered, now counting her steps in a whisper as she slowly paced back and forth. “I assume she did not contact you on an open communications channel?”

“Ultra high frequency speed burst,” Bearttalker replied. “Similar to the communications methods we use to contact our submarines. Everything was sent in a micro flash which makes it more difficult for the enemy to catch.”

Megan continued her pacing. She was starting to get on Beartalker’s nerves even though it took quite a bit to rattle him. POV switch

“You say you just recently discovered the identities of the high government officials who belong to The Brotherhood?”

Beartalker nodded. “She gave them to us.”

“You also state they only assume that their mission to the past will work?”

Beartalker nodded again.

“If it doesn’t work then they’re in a load of poop,” Megan grinned. “People in a load of poop quickly look for a way to wipe themselves clean because they know the next move is to be flushed down the toilet.”

Beartalker wasn’t certain he was following her strange logic but nodded his head in agreement once again. POV switch, perhaps Beartalker reluctantly nodded

“If you can get me the names of the traitors in high places, I think I have a way they can wipe themselves clean, for a price?”

“My communications expert already has that information, or at least the majority of names, which also includes international leaders.”

“Does he also have the names of the hostages and where they are being held?”

Beartalker thought for a second. “Their names yes, their location I’m not certain.”

“When can I talk with Myrtle or Marta or whatever her name is?”

“She set a time for tonight around twenty-three hundred hours.” Beartalker took a sip of his diet root beer and grimaced. It was diet. “We can’t contact her, she is evidently at an unsecure location and limited as to when she can get to her communications equipment.”

Megan looked at her watch. She was accustomed to the twenty four hour clock so the reference to military time did not throw her off.

“Two and a quarter hours from now,” She stated. “Can I get access to a good computer with high speed Internet? My personal laptop and the equipment my people are bringing in are not rigged for security.”

“Sparks can set you up with anything,” Beartalker replied.

Megan smiled. “Sparks? Why not Scotty, of Star Trek fame? You know… beam me up Scotty?”

“Ironically his actual name is Scott,” Beartalker chuckled, but the name Sparks carried over from his old unit.”

“Get him in here,” Megan ordered. “We have lots to do.”

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Chapter 64

May 7, 27 CE – Caesarea Martima – Judaea Province





“The least they could have done was get us closer to the damn town.” Carney’s face was covered with road dust and his feisty temper was getting the best of him. They had been traveling for two full days and well into the third. The land was mostly sand and rocks with an occasional scraggly bush. Initially they had met few travelers, but the closer they got to their destination, more and more people started filling the ruts that served as a road.

Ariana smiled at his remark. “We are now past the foothills of Mount Carmel and if you take time to notice, you can even smell the sea.”

“I thought we were going to Caesar’s place?’ " Carney asked. He was happy to have Ariana’s company. Most of the trip he had been surrounded by Kahn’s mercenary goons. Her smiling face and natural grace brightened up his day.

“Caesarea. It’s a large city, the civilian and military capital of Judaea Province and the official residence of the Roman procurators. At this point in time it probably has the largest population in Judaea. It’s a very modern city compared to local standards.”

“Reckon them Romans like their luxuries, being top dog and all.” Not clear who is saying this

“The city was actually started by King Herod, who built his palace on a promontory jutting out into the sea, with a decorative pool and many amenities. The Romans brought in bath houses, theatres, Roman culture and of course, Roman law.”

Oddball, walking just behind them, joined in the conversation. “Man, I once read these Caramel Mountains were full of criminals and cut throats?”

“Carmel,” Ariana corrected. “Due to an abundance of vegetation on the sloped hillside, and many caves on the steeper side, Carmel is known as the home to many criminals. A large number of religious sects also inhabit this long mountain range and there are several well-established holy sites. The Romans do a good job of patrolling the roads so comma I don’t think we’ll be bothered by bandits.”

Oddball chuckled. “Would be the last thing they ever do. Khan’s goons are packing some heavy heat, man.”

Ariana looked at him with a frown. She did not understand what he was saying.

“He means they have modern weapons.” Carney stated. “He forgets you weren’t raised as a flower child like him.”

“Flower child?” Ariana was still puzzled. show me the puzzlement on her face

“American slang can be very difficult to understand.” Dorbec entered the conversation. “Unless you are raised in America or force fed American movies all your life, it is difficult to comprehend all their myriad vernaculars. Even the English who invented the absurd language can barely understand them.”

At that moment comma they reached the summit of the mountains and Khan signaled for them to take a break. Spread out beneath them was the sprawling City of Caesarea, running from the lower slopes down to the blue Mediterranean Sea several miles in the distance.

The most impressive part of Caesarea was its harbor, Sebastos. At the time it was built in the first century BC, Sebastos Harbor ranked as the largest artificial harbor built in the open sea. King Herod built two moles, or breakwaters, between 22 and 15 BC, and he dedicated the city and harbor to Caesar (Sebastos is Greek for Augustus).

They could see a double aqueduct that brought water from springs at the foot of Mount Carmel, and in the distance theatres, public baths and other Roman architecture. A massive wall surrounded the city proper, but there was many mud and straw dwellings scattered beyond the protection of the walls.

“Doesn’t look any different than what we see on TV half the time,” Carney stated. “Only thing missing is vehicles.”

“Attire has changed little over the ages in this part of the world.” Dorbec pulled at the dusty wool tunic he wore. “When you see the Roman Legionnaires and officials, then you will notice the difference.”

An hour before noon they were well into the outskirts of the city. Sumptuous villas behind solid brick walls lined the road, outdoor theaters and beautiful gardens were everywhere, circuses, hundreds of white columnar temples, scores of bath houses, toga clad residents being carried on slave powered platforms, and professional soldiers watching the crowds with squinted eyes and dour looks.

The sharp smell of sausages and garlic reminded them of their recent diet of bread and cold mutton, and a buzz of fierce activity from merchants, shopkeepers, blacksmiths, tavern keepers, and a throng of excited people filled the streets, painting a vivid portrait of ancient splendor.

Although the bustle and beauty of the city of Caesaria was spread all around them, the unmistakable evidence of its cruelty and barbaric nature was also present. Dozens of beggars swamped them as soon as they entered through the main gate. Thin starving children were everywhere, slaves comma were an ever-present cheap commodity, and raw human sewage lay in the gutters and alleyways along with discarded trash, clouds of flies, and the occasional body of a dead animal.

The smell was overpowering. Combined with the odor of garlic and olive oil, a hundred other odors fought for dominance. Chief among them was the acrid smell of urine and unwashed bodies. Although the Romans took pride in their baths, the tepidariums, unctuariums, calidariums, and frigidariums, it was obvious that the indigenous locals and nomadic people had yet to adopt and appreciate the cleanliness.

The further they progressed into the city the cleaner the streets became. Sewers took the place of open cesspools, mosaic walkways covered with marble colonnades became dominant, they noted that the majority of the population now wore Roman dress, shaved their faces, and cut and styled their hair in Roman fashion. Bath houses became more common as did temples dedicated to Roman gods and goddesses. Slaves, dressed in clean tunics of various colors, denoting they belonged to wealthy houses, clogged the streets on errands for their masters.

As they neared the praetorium of the financial procurator, a great hippodrome and amphitheater spread out to their left. There was also a gigantic complex of warehouses bordering the huge harbor. They finally halted in front of a marble columnar building with white stucco facing. Several alert guards stood sentry duty near a massive entranceway.

Doctor Dubenchiek signaled for them to halt and strode over to a well-dressed and important looking man. He talked with the man for a few moments then returned.

“This is the Prefect’s headquarters.” He pointed back over his shoulder at the huge building. “Brother Contadino will enter with me. The rest of you will remain outside. Once I have gained an audience with one of the Prefect’s administrators and received permission to conduct business in Judaea, we will leave immediately for Jerusalem. General Khan you will keep close tabs on our unwilling allies.”

Khan glared at Chester then opened his mouth to speak.

“No talking.” Dubenchiek reminded him. “And that goes for them too.” He pointed at Chester and his men.

They waited in the hot sun for what seemed like hours. Their hunger was starting started to become apparent. Every time a food vendor passed with delicious smelling sausages or roasted chicken or some other edible delight, their stomachs growled in fierce complaint. However, not knowing the exchange value of the money they carried with them they were reluctant to approach the vendors.

Corpsman John Carney was the first to break the monotony. He had been keeping kept a sharp eye on Khan and his five Brotherhood goons and as soon as none were watching closely, he cornered a vendor and held up a pair of small forceps from his medical bag. The merchant looked closely at the forceps then a wide grin spread across his greasy bearded face.

Carney pointed at the forceps; down at the sausages the man was hawking, then back at the forceps. The vendor finally grasped that he wanted to barter. He grabbed a large handful of sausages and held them up and cocked his head sideways. Carney smiled as if considering the bargain. The vendor held up another string of sausages and several small roasted chickens. Carney smiled and handed the forceps to the man who strode away gawking at the strange utensil.

Khan strode up and was about to grab Carney by the shoulder when Dorbec and Chester quickly forced their way between them. Dorbec offered Khan a sausage then smiled as he handed one to Ariana.

Upset, Khan threw the sausage to one of his men and grabbed one of the roasted chickens and strode several paces away. He started devouring the small bird, bones and all. Whoa!

The food was delicious, although the sausages were on the spicy side and they were soon digging into their water skins and bottles.

Oddball had a distant look on his face and finally approached Chester. He leaned close to whisper something into Chester’s ear. As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, Khan bellowed ‘no’ without actually saying no.

“He’s got to relieve himself!” Chester spat back at Khan. Khan shook his head, denying him the opportunity.

“Those are relief stations over there.” Dorbec pointed at a circular building without a roof. Several men were obviously urinating inside because a number of urine streams could be seen splashing through grates in the floor. A partition covered the men from the knees to the chest so that only their lower calves and heads were visible. “We had them in France up until a few years ago. Some places still have them.”

Khan waved at two of his men to accompany Oddball to the pisseur. Lars and Claude started to join them but Khan waved them off with a finger. “One at a time,” he stated.

Half an hour later, a serious problem presented itself.

The vendor, who had sold them the sausages and chickens, was talking with two men in togas. One of the men had a small purple stripe on the hem of his toga, which signified he was of senatorial rank. The vendor pointed to where they were standing and the two wealthy looking men approached them.

“I need to know where this came from?” One of the men said, holding up the forceps, which had been traded for their food. His Latin was very rapid and when no one replied, he switched to very poor Aramaic.

“He wants to know where the forceps came from.” Ariana spoke to Chester instead of Kahn. “I think we made a serious mistake. The forceps are made of stainless steel, a product that does not exist at this time in history. It wasn’t in general use until the twentieth century. If he gets a look into that bag and discovers the contents, we are in serious trouble.”

To compound the situation, a column of Roman soldiers marched quickly into view. By the look of the ornate and expensive litter being carried by four healthy, well-dressed slaves, they were escorting another person of considerable importance.

The two Roman toga clad men stood aside as the litter halted, then waved at the man climbing down.

Chester heard the name Pontius Pilate mentioned along with a laundry list of titles and accolades. His Latin was good, but the pronunciation was difficult to follow.

He rolled his eyes at Dorbec who had also heard the name mentioned. The man they called Pontius Pilate slowly approached them, followed closely by the two wealthy men. The Decurion of the twelve-man guard regarded them with cold suspicion.

“You were told to leave your medical bag behind.” Chester swore at Carney.

“A Corpsman never goes anywhere without his bag,” Carney angrily replied. “Besides, I did leave it behind, I just poured its contents into this goat skin bag I’m carrying.”

“Merde!” Dorbec spat.

Great place to end it. You're keeping the tension up very nicely!

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Chapter 62

May 17, 2012 – New Berlin Base – Antarctica





The Nazi time ship was large and could carry a complement of thirty passengers plus crew along with their gear. Monday’s team consisted of, Scout, Weps, Bones, Dom, Lofton, and Henri. Monday and Henri spoke Latin, Dom spoke Latin and Aramaic.

Wilhelm von Liegntz commanded the Nazi contingent. Wilhelm had with him Doctor Vlad Szekler, Fleischer, Lieutenant Beck and twelve Commandos. Wilhelm spoke Latin and Szekler spoke Latin and Aramaic.

The decision was made passive voice who made the decision? to travel as a Roman military replacement force. Wilhelm’s cover was posing as a new Centurion posted to the Tenth Fretensis Legion, and a duty assignment with the, Cohors Prima Augusta, a unit known to be stationed in Judaea in that era. Other Roman units stationed in Judaea during that time period were the, Cohors Prima Italica Civium Romanorum, and the Cohors Secunda Italica Civium Romanorum, primarily auxiliary units.

Doctor Szekler was a provincial administrator assigned to assist the Prefect with religious matters, while the remainder of the commandos and Monday’s Team were simple Legionaries, always welcome replacements.

Szekler explained that official looking documents had been forged with the Senate and Emperor Tiberius’s signatures. Should the local Prefect, Pontius Pilate, or Judaean Tetrarch Phillip become suspicious, it would take months to verify the authenticity of their claims. Before then, their mission would be completed one way or another.

One of the main problems that the Prefect had to cope with, was religion. The Romans were tolerant of different cultures and religions, and Judaism was a respected cult. As long as the Jews paid their taxes, the Romans did not really care about their beliefs.

There were some differences of opinion, but none that could not be overcome. For example, the Romans demanded taxes in money, but Mosaic Law forbade the use of coins with an image of the emperor or a pagan god; therefore, the Jews were allowed to use coins without the emperor's head when they were in Jerusalem.

However, there were aspects of Judaism that at least some Romans considered barbarous: the best known example is the circumcision of children who were not of an age to consent with this mutilation.

They were subjected to a short class on ancient Roman customs. Little errors could easily jeopardize the mission. Little things like; footwear also defined a person's position in society. Women wore closed shoes that were white, green or yellow. Men wore sandals. Patricians wore red sandals with an ornament at the back. Senators wore brown footwear with black straps that wound round the leg to mid-calf, where the straps were tied. Consuls wore white shoes, and soldiers, heavy boots.

Roman dress differed from one class to another. The tunic was worn by plebeians (common people), herdsmen and slaves was made from a coarse dark material. The tunic worn by patricians was made from white wool or linen. Magistrates wore the tunic augusticlavia, and senators wore a tunic with broad strips, tunica laticlavia. Military tunics were shorter than those worn by civilians.

A Roman could tell how important or wealthy a person was from their toga. Free Roman men wore the toga instead of a cloak. It was originally an Etruscan garment worn in earlier times by both men and women of all classes. The toga was made from white wool or white Egyptian linen. It was square or rectangular in shape and was worn draped around the body.

The toga was worn often during state occasions. Consuls and senators wore a toga edged with purple.

The Romans switched to comfortable tunics, which looked like long tee-shirts. They were far more practical. Tunics were made of cool linen, for summer wear, and warm wool, for winter wear. Sometimes, they worn trouser like garments

Prior to leaving on their mission, each member had to learn the composition of the basic Roman Army of the time. Although Szekler and Wilhelm would do most of the talking, a misplaced title or strange phrase could jeopardize the mission.

A Roman Legion was comprised of ten cohorts, known simply as "The first cohort", "The second cohort" etc. The first cohort was considered to be the most senior and prestigious, and the tenth the least.

A cohort consisted of six "centuries" of 80 men, each commanded by a Centurion assisted by junior officers. At various times prior to the reforms, a century might have meant a unit of 60, 80 or 100 men. It is almost certain that the most senior centurion of the six would have commanded the entire cohort.

In order of seniority, the six centurions were titled hastatus posterior, hastatus prior, princeps posterior, princeps prior, pilus posterior and pilus prior (most senior). This followed the order of seniority in the earlier legions, where the youngest and least experienced units were termed hastati, next principes, and the oldest and most experienced triarii (pilus was an alternative name for triarius, the singular of triarii).

During the first century AD, the command structure and make-up of the legions was formally laid down, in a form that would endure for centuries. The first cohort was now made up of five double-strength centuries totaling 800 men, the centurion of its first century automatically being the most senior in the legion: the primus pilus or "first file". (Note that pilus is file and pilum is spear.)

The legion at this time numbered about 5,400 men, including officers, engineers and usually a small unit of cavalry (equites); 120 men and horses.

What was more difficult for them to learn in short notice was the composition of their weapons and armor. It wasn’t like the movies where they could pretend; they had to be capable of using the equipment and weapons.

Their equipment consisted of a functional tunica, caligae, balteus (very important) with a pugio, and a pera (bag) for needed tools. Some of the men were equipped with a pilum or a short hasta/lancea, and a gladius, helmet (coolis type) shield, insignias, etc. They were equipped with the Hamatas armor, the newer Segmentatia armor having not arrived in Judaea yet. Their shields were oval since they were auxiliary and they would not have the Augustian scuta which was for the Legionnaires. Szekler’s orders were for everyone to keep their mouths shut and eyes open.

One thing they realized early on was that most Roman armor did not shine and few wore the glittering armor portrayed in the movies. They used a lot of chain mail (a sort of cloth made of circular links), which doesn't shine. They also made scale armor (metal plates about 3 inches long and about an inch wide, sewn together on a linen/leather backing.) Scale armor shines a little, but not much. And, they made leather armor, with the metal on the inside, or at least under the leather, probably again on a backing of linen, to make three layers. So, although the ancient Romans loved the ornate and glittery, their armor most probably did not shine!

Because of his commanding appearance, Monday was designated a Tesserarius, or commander of forty, and assistant commander of the detail. Henri, because he spoke Latin, was designated a Decurion, or commander of ten.

The trip through time was completely unnoticed. One minute they were orbiting in space, the next they landed on a dark night on the road from Bethany to Jerusalem. The date was June 10th, 27 A.D. Szekler chose that date because he figured it would be early enough to pinpoint the location of Jesus and also give him time to ingratiate himself with Pontius Pilate’s court. A well-placed administrator was given all the juicy details about the comings and goings of merchants, caravans, and strangers. Szekler also figured that The Brotherhood would want to try to assassinate Jesus before he started spreading his gospel. Szekler also chose Jerusalem instead of Ceasarea, the location of Pilate, because the local garrison commander would most likely be a junior centurion and dumb as doornails.
This is all important and good information but if sounds like an info dump. You could talk about what each member wore when we see them in the past. Maybe have them talking about the classes they took or reciting facts as they are transported to the past. Otherwise, I think it read too much like a history book, not that I mind reading a history book, just most readers of fiction aren't looking for that.

They timed their landing for several hours before dawn when most of the inhabitants would be sleeping. Even so, a small caravan of half a dozen men and donkeys was terrified to see a glowing object land near the road. As they fearfully approached the strange object, a portal opened in the side and Roman soldiers started walking out. They quietly hid behind a small pile of boulders and rocks.

The pilots of the craft warned Wilhelm that locals were in the area. Heat sensors quickly found them hiding behind a small mound of rocks. Wilhelm ordered Lieutenant Beck to clean up the situation.

Monday glanced at the retreating form of Beck and several commandos. “You’re not going to start things by killing innocent people?”

Wilhelm smiled back. “No. They are not innocent; they are guilty of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. No doubt their story, of Romans coming from a flaming meteor would they have called it a meteor in Roman times? that landed on the road, would be just another tale of ignorant men affected by desert heat and would be readily dismissed by the locals, but we do not need members of The Brotherhood learning about such a thing. They can put two and two together and figure out that it was the landing of our time ship.”

A quick burst of automatic weapons fire and the screaming of dying men came from the dark. A few moments later Lt. Beck returned. “Five men and one boy,” he stated. “Also a small herd of goats, two donkeys, and a pile of junk. Probably things they were going to sell in town.”

“Load the bodies into the Fliegenkämpfer. I will have them dumped at sea.” Wilhelm acted as if nothing had happened. He turned and ordered one of the commandos to offload his stallion from the airship. The only animals they brought were two donkeys and his stallion. A centurion would not be expected to walk the dusty roads with his infantrymen. “Save the two donkeys, we’ll use them as pack animals, but load the junk with the bodies. We don’t need someone identifying private property. Just let the goats run free. I’m sure some local tribe will steal them before the day is over.”

Monday turned away to see the smiling face of Dieter Fleischer. Evidently Fleischer had accompanied the commandos on their grisly errand. Fleischer looked as if he had really enjoyed the brutal murders.

Two hours later they were well along the road towards Jerusalem. Wilhelm was in the lead riding his mount, constantly complaining about having no stirrups. He had forgotten they hadn’t been invented yet. The rest of the men were strung out in two parallel lines in imitation of marching soldiers. They paid no attention to dress and order, since auxiliaries were not expected to be as sharp as Legionnaires, and it was also too hot and dusty to care.

Several times they passed locals on their way to market. They had no problem with them, they simply moved off the road to make way for the Romans. They were familiar with soldiers and kept their distance when possible.

One thing Monday did notice was a lack of scent. The locals stunk, whereas their small unit had little odor, other than normal body sweat and road grime. The Roman diet was heavy in garlic so they would have to rectify that as soon as possible. Their odor, or lack of odor, was clearly noticeable.

The terrain had changed very little over time. Monday had spent many months in the deserts of Arabia and throughout Israel and knew the lay of the land. One thing he did notice as they drew closer to Jerusalem was much less irrigated land. Obviouslycommathe people of this era did not have the luxury of irrigation pumps and massive water systems, so the land had not been reclaimed yet.

Around nooncomma they reached the summit of a small rise and saw the great city of Jerusalem laid out before them. The massive walls surrounding the city were imposing, walls that no longer existed in modern times. A steady stream of people were entering and leavingentered and left through the massive gates, Is it passover? Is Jesus in the city? and even from their distance they could hear the buzz of thousands of yelling people and noisy animals. They were still too far away to smell the open sewers and putrid stench of the metropolis, but Monday could visualize it in his mind. He shuddered at the thought of all the disease and corruption that such a place bred.

As they neared the great city, Monday spotted a hill to his right that resembled a skull. Golgotha? He thought. “Is that the place where Jesus was,I would go with a dash or ... here would be, crucified?

He knew that the Bible called the place where Jesus was crucified Golgotha—an Aramaic word meaning "the skull." Calvary was the Latin form of the word. Scripture did not reveal the precise location of Golgotha. It simply stated that Jesus’ crucifixion took place outside the city of Jerusalem, though near it. Jewish law did not permit executions and burials inside the city. Further, Jesus was undoubtedly crucified near a well-traveled road, since passersby mocked him. The Romans selected highly visible places by major highways for their public executions. The crucifixion probably took place on a hill, because it was at an elevation high enough to be plainly visible at a distance.

As they passed the hill and entered the gate to ancient Jerusalem, Monday noticed Dom make the sign of the cross. His thoughts were obviously along the same lines.
Oh boy! I'm wondering what's gonna happen when the two groups meet.

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Chapter 61

May 18, 2012 – McMurdo Station - Antarctica



As soon as the door to the C-130 opened, Megan knew she was in her version of hell. Hot weather never bothered her, but she genuinely loathed cold weather, hated it with an overwhelming passion. Now, here she was on the coldest continent in the world and their pilot said a blizzard was moving in. The memory of the day her feet almost froze while ice skating in college suddenly kicked in. She made a promise to herself on that awful day that she would never willingly go out in cold weather unless it was to get from work to home and shopping.

In the distance, through a fog of snowflakes, Megan could see the pale lights of several buildings. She knew they were much closer than they appeared, but the thick snow flowing down clouded her perception.

A grinning lieutenant bent over and spoke into her ear. “Follow me mam, and keep close.”

He was Navy Lieutenant Mallard Beartalker, a Native American of the Navajo Nation. He was from a military family. His grandfather was in the Marine Corps Signal Unit designated Windtalkers during World War II, and his father retired from the US Navy as a Master Chief. Beartalker was assigned to Navy Special Warfare Group Two, Seal Team 4, stationed out of Little Creek, VA. Lots of was in this paragraph

General Jones, via the CNO, personally ordered him to deploy with his entire platoon, consisting of two officers and fourteen enlisted men, as security for Ms. MacKenzy. Beartalker exercised his authority and brought along two EOD Operators, and a brand new Ensign, turning the platoon into nineteen effectives.

This was not his first trip to McMurdo Station. Years earlier he had deployed here to undergo special warfare training under arctic conditions. Mallard waved off the Airforce guide and raced towards Building 115, the same building Monday and his steam had been directed to. He kept a close watch behind him to ensure that the scientist, Ms. MacKenzy was following followed.

As they entered the building the heat was suddenly unbearable, although it was maintained at a comfortable 72 degrees. Lt. Beartalker directed her to a row of cafeteria tables and Megan immediately started pealing off layers of clothing. She glanced around the room and noticed a dozen or so occupants, most drinking coffee or enjoying a leisurely meal. was in this paragraph

“”They’re assigning quarters to you, Ms. MacKenzy.” Beartalker helped her shuck Oo! Great verb! off a particularly difficult sweater. “We may as well enjoy some lunch while we’re waiting.”

The rest of Beartalker’s Team filed in and joined them at the table. They were a rugged, professional bunch of young men. Each looked as if he could eat his weight in iron and spit out nails. But, they were often referred to as ‘the best of the best’ among America’s Special Operations Forces.

Megan had no idea why she had been assigned such a powerful and expensive bodyguard. She had not even mentioned the strange phone call she had received and the warning right after she left the conference. In fact, she had practically forgotten about it herself. Fortunately, the scientific community at McMurdo had eighty percent of the equipment she needed, so preparations for departure moved at a very fast pace.

Her thoughts were interrupted passive voice by something the Lieutenant said. “Food?” he pointed towards the cafeteria line while watching the quizzical expression on her face.

“No thanks,” Megan replied. “Some coffee, hot and black, would be delish.”

One of the Petty officers got up and rushed to fill her order. Megan nodded her thanks and turned to speak with the Lieutenant.

“Lieutenant Beartalker?” she asked, making certain of his name.

“That’s me, mam!”

“Enough of this mam stuff,” Megan smiled. “Call me Megan, not Meg, but Megan. “I know you probably got your surname from your Native People, but I’ve been curious about your first name, Mallard. Anything to do with the mallard duck? Your totem perhaps?”

Beartalker gave her a huge grin. “Figured you’d get around to the name sooner or later, everyone does. My family name, Beartalker, was given to me because my grandfather said that I used to talk to bears when I was a boy, not that I remember though. Bears frighten me. I was probably talking talked to my Teddy Bear. My father gave me the name of Mallard after US President, Millard Fillmore. He liked him for some reason. Said he knew what he was talking about when he ran for US President under, The Know Nothing Party. Says all white men should have been in that Party, because they knew nothing about Native Americans.” Have you ever seen the commercial with Millard Fillmore soap on a rope? I laugh. The first capital of Utah was Fillmore because it's located in the middle of the state. Not much happening there now. They occassionaly film the TV show Big Love there. But I digress.

“Mallard?”

“My father couldn’t spell worth a damn either,” he grinned. “Mallard Fillmore it was, so Mallard Beartalker I became. With a name like MacKenzy I’m thinking you are either Scottish or Irish?”

“Both!” Megan reached up for her hot coffee just arriving. “My Dad was Scottish, my Mum was Irish. Me, I don’t give a hoot either way. I appreciate my heritage and have learned the customs of both, but I yam who I yam…just me.”

Beartalker’s voice shifted into a quiet serious mode. “I must talk with you in private once you have been assigned quarters.” He gave Megan a nod and glanced around the room. “I have a special message which must be delivered to your ears only, a verbal message.”

“Cloak and dagger stuff,” Megan smiled. “I love that. “I think it was Colonel Mustard in the library with the candle stick.”

Beartalker grinned then thanked the Petty Officer for bringing his food.

Megan glanced down to see him dig into a huge plate of French Fries smothered with brown gravy and jalapino peppers. “Awesome!” she blurted. “My favorite kind of food.” She noticed the other team members also had heaping plates in front of them. “Do you guys always eat like this?”

Beartalker finished a mouthful before answering. “In Special Ops, you never know when your next meal may be so we have developed a habit of keeping the tank full. I learned that from a special friend, a history professor at Loyola University, who was ex Army Special Forces. Doctor Stiehl tried to recruit me for the Army but my family background is solid squid.”

“Doctor Monday Stiehl? Megan asked.

“Same man. With a moniker like Monday, who could forget him?”

“I’ve read quite a number of his publications. He’s a rather famous archeologist. His latest find, the tomb of Marcus Nonius Macrinus, a favorite of the Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius, has been in all the scientific journals. A brilliant man. I’d love to meet him someday.”

“You may have an opportunity to meet him sooner than you think.” Beartalker glanced around again. “My message concerns him, and others.”

Megan’s interest suddenly perked up. Why would a world famous archeologist be anywhere near Antarctica? There was something strange going on, something other than the Crust Displacement. Lieutenant Beartalker was probably the best there was at what he did, but he was pretty damn lousy at hiding his emotions. She could tell he was dying to get something off his chest, but why it would concern her she didn’t have the vaguest notion. was in this paragraph

“I think I will have some food,” Megan stated, her appetite whetted by the smells and satisfied grunts of eating around her. A Petty Officer started to get up but she waved him back down to finish his meal. “I’m not helpless, and I’m no Navy big shot either,” she smiled. “A plate of French Fries smothered with chili and topped with dill pickles sounds wonderful,” she muttered, as she headed in the direction of the counter. “And a strawberry shake.”

Almost before she finished her hasty meal comma an Air Force officer approached the table and advised them that their quarters were ready. Due to the inclement weather he had a snowcat running, warmed up and waiting just outside the cafeteria door.

Megan glanced up from her chili fries. “The rest of my team here yet Colonel?”

“They’re due to land in about two hours, mam.” The officer replied. “I’m Captain Spears. Thanks for the promotion though.”

“Can’t tell a lieutenant from a colonel, period” Megan smiled. “I prefer sergeants anyway, they’re the ones who know what they’re talking about.”

“Got that right, mam!” One of the Navy chiefs gave her a high five.

Half an hour later Lieutenant Beartalker knocked on her door. As soon as she opened it, Beartalker and a chief chief? What kind of chief? Since Beartalker is Native American, the reader might assume it means... quietly entered. The chief had some type of electronic instrument in his hand and he slowly covered every inch of the small two room quarters. Satisfied, he shook his head at Beartalker then quickly left the room.

“Bugs.” Beartalker walked over and sat down at a small table. “Never know when Uncle Sugar or someone else wants a ring side seat at your private conversation.”

Megan joined him at the table. “The mystery? I almost forgot about it.”

“What I am about to tell you comes from the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.” Beartalker sounded solemn. “The big cheese himself.”

“Shoot!” Megan placed her elbows on the table and pulled her feet up in her seat. She was wearing Donald Duck slippers.

“The President and other top level members of our government have not been honest with you. They have know for sometime where the source of the Earth Shift is originating and exactly who’s behind it.”

Megan simply nodded her head for him to continue.

The President and many other world leaders belong to a secret organization named, The Brotherhood. The object of this organization is to create world peace at any price. Once they have achieved their goal, they will be the new leaders of the entire world. There will be no separate nations only one ruling body. Top leaders in the US Special Operations Command, along with the top leaders of most of the US military, all branches, are aware of this and intend to prevent it from happening if at all possible.”

“So why haven’t you acted before now?”

Beartalker hunched his shoulders. “There is another organization, the one responsible for the Earth Crust Displacement, and they are extremely powerful. So powerful in fact that without the military might of the other nations combined with ours, we probably could not defeat them.”

“Another bunch of brothers in the hood?”

“They are mortal enemies of The Brotherhood. They are Neo-Nazis and have been preparing for this move since before the end of World War II. It would take all night to tell you everything the military knows about them. Suffice to say they have the power to generate the Earth Crust Displacement, or ECD we’re calling it, and they also have nuclear weapons and technology far beyond our present capabilities.”

“Just when I thought it was safe to go outside and play.” Megan muttered. “Why don’t you simply let these two rival gangs go at each other?”

“Militarily, The Brotherhood is very weak. Their power comes from their world wide political and financial connections. Their goal is to travel back through time and assassinate Jesus Christ and Muhammad to prevent their religious dogma from spreading. They believe that, not only will this germinate world peace, it will wipe the Nazis from history.”

“Jesus Christ!” Megan blurted. “I mean, time travel, Nazis, assassinations, are you sure you’re not making all this up?” Good reaction. I would think she would be skeptical.

“It’s all true, Megan.”

Megan stood and walked to the small refrigerator in her dining area. She removed a root beer then returned to the table. “Why tell me? For that matter, why send me to the end of the world when your generals and admirals already know what in hell is going on?”

“We believe you have the ability to help us prevent The Brotherhood from succeeding, and their failure may generate enough concern to unite the nations of the world against the Nazis.”

“I’m a scientist, not a magician.” Megan raised her root beer in a toast. “But, lay it on me, I can take it.”

I like Megan. She's got spunk!

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Chapter 58

May 16, 2012 – The White House, Washington D.C., USA



The President glanced at Director Rafferty, who was slouched low in the conference chair several spaces down from him. “Is there any way to stop or slow this Earth shift or crust displacement or whatever it is you call it, Jim?”

Rafferty took his time to reply, putting on an imposing face and puffing out his chest as he did. He was very good at acting and was often told he should have become an actor instead of a politician. “My Assistant Director, Ms. MacKenzy, has gone over the data with practically every research facility on the planet,” Mr. President. “Their conclusions are, the only way to stop the displacement is to destroy the source that is causing it.”

“And what is that source, Director?” Both the President and Director Rafferty knew exactly what the source was, as did half a dozen others sitting around the conference table, but for the benefit of those who were not part of, The Brotherhood, the question had to must be raised.

Rafferty nodded at Megan to answer the question.

“Something is creating a powerful geomagnetic anomaly located near or beneath Antarctica,” Megan began. Despite having been called on late in the evening to fly to D.C. to attend this impromptu conference, a conference consisting of the highest levels of the government, Megan was not intimidated by the presence of so many political big shots. The way she saw it, they put their pants on the same way she did, even if theirs cost more. fun! That gives us some idea about her character and makes her easier to relate to.“I have given this data and the same answer to half a dozen government departments throughout the day. If they’re absorbing it, they certainly don’t seem to be particularly alarmed.”

The President was concerned about the crust displacement, but he also knew that The Brotherhood’s mission; now dubbed ‘Project Prometheus’, was scheduled to get underway within the hour. If it was successful, or rather, when it was successful, they need not worry about the Nazis any more. He still had to give the appearance that the government was doing all it could do to solve the impending catastrophic situation. was in this paragraph

“How far has the displacement progressed, Mrs. MacKenzy?”

“That’s Ms. MacKenzy, Mr. President.” Megan wanted him to know that she was not Director Rafferty’s flunky. “Latest reading is at a 2.1 degree shift and it appears to be oscillating, speeding up and slowing down. It’s as if someone is controlling the displacement in order to stabilize any tectonic activity generated by the movement of the crust.”

“Is there any way to pinpoint the exact location of the disturbance and what may be creating it?”

“Get me close enough to the area and I can tell you precisely where it’s coming from,” Megan replied. “As for what’s causing it, that’s another story. There’s presently no scientific explanation for the anomaly?”

The President turned to the Chairman of the Joint Chief’s of Staff. “General Jones, will you see to it that Director Rafferty and his staff have transportation to Antarctica as soon as possible?”

“I believe that Ms. MacKenzy will be in charge of that expedition,” Rafferty cut in. “I am engaged in other important matters at this time.” He passed a knowing look at the President.

“Ms. MacKenzy, how long will it take for you to organize a research team and be ready to depart?”

Megan glanced at the smug look on Rafferty’s face. As Director, he should be the one in command of such a desperate effort to find the source of the shift. That’s what happens when you place a political crony in an important position, she thought. Our wonderful government at work!

"‘If I have carte blanche on the personnel and equipment I will need we can be ready to go within twenty-four hours.”

“You have it Ms. MacKenzy.” The President also glanced at Rafferty’s smug face. “Please coordinate with General Jones on your schedule and other needs.” His final words told Megan that she was being officially dismissed. Obviously, there were other issues the conference wished to discuss and she was not invited to stay for the party.”

Megan grabbed her handbag and pushed her seat back against the table. She nodded to the President and glanced at Director Rafferty as she quietly left the room.

General Jones smiled when he noticed that she wore purple work boots with white and pink polka dot socks. “Definitely don’t give a damn about what other people think of her, he grinned. He passed a note to his aide with his personal phone number on it to pass on to Ms. MacKenzie before she left the building.

“Get your s*** together, Ted.” Megan said into her cell phone. “We’re leaving for Antarctica as soon as the military can get us there.”

Ted moved the cell phone from his ear and held it at arm length to look at it, as if the phone had just bitten him. “Antarctica?” Good visual!

“I’m waiting on my shuttle flight to New York now,” Megan answered. “Here is a list of people I want you to call and a list of equipment I need for them to have ready to go by tomorrow. There will be no excuses or delays from anyone about anything. I have carte blanche from the President.”

Megan rattled off a short list of people and long list of equipment and supplies they would need. When she hung up with Ted, her phone started ringing. The number was one she did not recognize.

When she answered it a voice said, “If you go to Antarctica, you will never return.” The speaker then hung up. Megan tried to dial the number but whoever had called her must have used a pay-as-you-go phone, for it was already disconnected.

Strange, Megan thought. The only people who know I am going to Antarctica is that high level group of people around that conference table. She did not include Ted since she had just hung up with him.

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Chapter 57

May 15, 2012 – Arianni Base – Near Eclipse Island - Australia



Dorbec sat at a small table sipping a glass of Pernod mixed with spring water. Two guards showed up at their room half an hour earlier and demanded that Dorbec accompany them. He had no idea where he was and why he was separated from Chester. As soon as the guards left, a young attendant arrived and opened a hidden cabinet, which turned out to contain a wide selection of liquors and wine. The attendant suggested he make himself comfortable, then quickly left the room. interesting negotiation tactic

The room was very Spartan in appearance. The furniture was serviceable but sparse, and the small table with two chairs was strictly utilitarian. A lack of decorations indicated the room was used as a casual transit room and not one to linger in. A door led to another room, which he had no desire to explore. There was one painting on the wall, which appeared to be an original. It was a painting of ‘Painter’s Square’ in Paris, a place he often visited when in the Capitol City. The other walls were a light off green color. You may want to take a look at the number of was in this paragraph

Half way through his Pernod, the main door opened and Ariana entered. She had changed from her white blouse and casual skirt into some type of futuristic looking uniform, which did nothing to hide her slim perfect figure. Although she carried herself like a debutante, head up, back straight, and sharp eyes searching her surroundings, she appeared to be upset about something.

Dorbec slouched down further into his chair as she slowly walked over to the small table. He acted as if he was suddenly fascinated with the milky texture of his drink and that her presencewas not worth noticing.

Ariana stood quietly looking at him then finally broke the silence. “I did not know what they were planning. The Council has yet to spread the information to the rest of us. All we have been told is that world piece peace is possible and they now have the means to achieve it.”

Dorbec took a sip of his drink and swirled the clouded glass around in his hand. “Assassination was never mentioned?” He still refrained from looking at her.

Ariana walked over to the cabinet and poured herself a glass of wine, then returned and sat in the seat opposite him. “Our people will not condone such action. The Council is acting against every principal and law we believe in. The taking of human life, even by proxy, is strictly forbidden.”

Dorbec finally looked into her beautiful violet eyes. His intuition told him she was telling the truth. He was a great judge of character and he could sense the gnawing tension in her. This was the type of nervousness that signified something had gone wrong in her peaceful little world and she did not know what to do about it.

“What will your people do when they discover the ugly truth?”

Ariana took a sip of her wine and started to rub a spot on the glass. “I have been ordered to speak to no one about anything that I have heard.”

“I see.” Dorbec smiled. “The Council is hiding the secret from the people, a secret that the people would disapprove of, and you have been ordered to keep quiet about it. You don’t know whether to follow the orders of the Council, or to spread the word to the people.”

Ariana nodded her head.

“My friend, Doctor Stiehl, teaches his men that to obey an illegal order, an order that will kill innocent people, is a criminal act. He says that too many people throughout history have given the defense, ‘I was only following orders.’ If you knew the act was wrong before you did it, you are not only guilty of complicity in the act, but guilty in your failure to prevent it.”

“Should I spread the word, the families of Colonel Schmitt and his men will be terminated,” Ariana whispered. “I don’t want that on my conscience either.”

“A good old case of blackmail, period” Dorbec chuckled. “I take it The Brotherhood has the upper hand in this scheme?

Ariana nodded her head again. “Over time, they have mapped the coordinates of our hidden bases and delivered them to highly placed members of their organization. Should the Council default in using our time ships to assist them in their ugly scheme, they promise we will be destroyed by nuclear strikes.”

Dorbec thought about her answer for a few minutes. Everything sounded logical and it was highly conceivable that The Brotherhood had such powerful connections. If they could force the US Government to kidnap family members of their own armed forces, then anything was possible.

“Why are you telling this to me and not to Chester?” Dorbec sat up straight in his chair.

Ariana shrugged her shoulders and looked at him in a apleading manner. “I sensed that you have solved many difficult problems. I do not know what to do and I need advice.”

“Do nothing for now.” Dorbec could feel her attraction towards him. It was similar to the personal magnetism he felt towards her. “We need a complete list of the important surface people who work for The Brotherhood. Do you have someone with the resources available to get this information, preferably without the knowledge of The Brotherhood?”

Ariana thought for a few minutes then nodded yes.

“We will continue on the mission as planned.” Dorbec reached for her slim hand and could feel the tension in it as he gently rubbed it. “I take it that only your people can operate the time machine, or time ships?”

“There are only two time ships because of the tremendous energy needed to operate them, and only two crews who know how to control them.”

“The jewels.” Dorbec muttered, now certain of the source of the power.

Ariana shook her head again. “We created the jewels thousands of years ago. They are not actually jewels, as you think of them, but spheres of controlled antimatter. Each individual jewel has more power than that produced by the sun. Many were lost during the terrible wars we fought in our past; wars, which encompassed both, time and space. It was one of the jewels in the hands of a mad man that almost destroyed out civilization thirteen thousand years ago.”

“So now you have some and the Nazis have some. You are using your jewels to power your time ships, what are the Nazis doing with theirs?”

“They are using them to create an Earth Crust Displacement.”

Dorbec gave her a quizzical look.

“Using the jewels and some machine they have developed to interfere with the electromagentic field, they are sliding the Earth’s crust from one point to another. The Earth’s axis will remain in the same place, but by the time their shift is completed, Antarctica will be where Europe is presently located.”

“Mon Dieu!” Dorbec yelled. “You don’t plan to stop them?”

“We cannot stop them, they are very powerful, perhaps the most powerful military force on the planet. One country could not possibly defeat them, it would take the combined miitary might of the entire Earth.”

“Surely your Council could work with the other governments of the world to prevent them from doing this. I know your people cannot take human life, but I can guarantee you the rest of the world is pretty damn good at it.”

Ariana looked deep into Dorbec’s eyes. She saw consternation and anger. POV switch. We were seeing it from Dorbec's “Our Council believes that with the successful accomplishment of The Brotherhood’s mission, the Nazis will no longer exist in history. The problem will thus solve itself.”

“Idiots!” Dorbec shot back. “Do you know if the Nazis are aware of your scheme to change history?”

Ariana appeared hurt by his sudden flair of anger. “Not my scheme,” she clarified. “We are certain they have knowledge of it. We know there are Nazi spies among us, just as we have spies among the Nazis.”

“Then they will attempt to prevent your, The Brotherhood’s, plan. Do they have the ability to time travel?

“Another one of our secrets they successfully stolen.” Ariana stood and walked to the wine cabinet to refill her glass. “They have had that secret for only a short period of time, but we are sure that by now they have at least one operational time ship.”

“That’s where the most important battle will be fought.” Dorbec shook his head. “And, that’s exactly where our Team must be. If we can somehow prevent The Brotherhood from fulfilling their mission and at the same time infiltrate the Nazi base, we have an opportunity. No doubt the Nazis will send a strike force to prevent us from altering history.”

“You will be unarmed on this mission.” Ariana sat back down and reached for his hand. “No weapons are allowed to be taken into the past.”

“We retain our most important weapon.” Dorbec pointed to his head. “Most of my battles were won here before they even begin. Do you know the location of the Nazi base?”

“Their primary base, the one they call, New Berlin, is located deep beneath Antarctica. They have several smaller bases spread around the world and use them primarily for spying, for deploying spies, and electronic eavesdropping. Unfortunately, their most important base is beyond your present capability to infiltrate.”

“Why is that?” Dorbec finished his drink.

“It’s located on the far side of Earth’s moon!”

Dorbec raised his eyebrows and let out a slow whoosh of air.

“Merde! Nazi Luna-ticks. I need another drink!” good play on words

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Monday and his team were taken under guard to their quarters. passive voice- who did the taking They were not imprisoned, per se, nor were they allowed free access to other areas of the base. A four man guard watched over their every move.

Several Nazi scientists visited them on separate occasions. During one such visit the power of the Bell was explained.passive- who did the explaining The Bell, which was a chamber that merely resembled a bell, was a device that could shift electromagnetism and it was also the main source of the propulsion of their air ships.

It is tense shift well known that electromagnetic fields can change polarity. Electromagnetic forces determine the location of a planet’s poles and the configurations of planetary systems. The planets, the moons, the rings of matter, the asteroid belt as well as comets and meteors; everything within the solar family owes its respective cosmic location to the force of electromagnetism.



So, when the electromagnetic field changes enough, the locations of the poles change, as well. The energy provided by the jewels was so powerful it had the ability to effect the electromagnetic field of the earth. By manipulating this power, Nazi scientists were given the capability to shift the Earth’s crust. By doing so slowly, over a period of six months, they would limit the amount of tectonic disruption preventing devastating volcanoes.

Antarctica would, after six months of electromagnetic manipulation, be located at the present day longitude and latitude of Europe. I would put this info in a conversation, maybe one of the scientist.


“It’s hard to decide which threat is the greatest,” Monday stated. just used stated They were into their fifth day of captivity and the waiting was getting on their nerves. Monday had seen Daria only one brief time since the day of their capture and then it was while they were being escorted to a learning center. He had had no chance to talk with her.

“This time travel stuff sounds absurd.” Henri was devouring devoured? drop the was a brochen with a thick bratwurst, the juices creeping down his chin to drip onto a soiled napkin. good image “The past is past. How can we go back to something that no longer exists? For that matter, how can we go forward in time to something that has not even happened yet?”




“Occam's razor is a meta-theoretical principle that "entities must not be multiplied beyond necessity" only a single ' that the simplest solution is usually the correct one. Therefore, the simplest solution to time travel is parallel universes. This would also eliminate the Paradox theory.”


“It’s in the good book,” Dom replied with a smile grinned?. "I swear, I’m not making it up.”



“Albert Einstein and his collaborator, Nathan Rosen, submitted a paper to the Physical Review If this is an actual title, it should be in italics or underlined with the goal of unifying gravity and electromagnetism. By creating the first theoretical model of a wormhole, Einstein and Rosen made a very bold supposition: What if a traveler fell into the mouth of something that looked like a black hole, but rather than being crushed by a singularity at the center of a black hole, they instead emerged from another mouth, potentially many light years from where he or she started? This isn't as crazy as it sounds. Einstein's theory of general relativity — our current working model for how gravity and space work — has been confirmed with countless experiments. And, as ad hoc as it sounds, an Einstein-Rosen bridge is a perfectly valid solution to the equations of general relativity. Einstein said that wormholes may be a gateway to alternate universes the math is quite complicated but on paper it is quite possible”

“That would mean that should we go back in time, assassinate a famous person before they became famous, and return to out time, history may have multiple endings,” Monday stated. use something else besides stated







This chapter was a little dryer. I would add more movement of the men. Are they discussing this is hushed tones afraid they are being watched? Are they arguing their points of view? Add more facial expressions. Make sure the skeptic is vocal about his ideas. I like how you bering the conversation back around to their friends in the end.

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Plot: This chapter felt more like a set up. I think you're dropping a little info, but not too much.


Characters:
I wasn't sure if the man on the ground was blind or not. It kinda sound like it, but wasn't completely clear.

Grammar:
FIne as far as I could tell.

Style/voice:
Your need more variety in your sentence structure. Most of them are subject/ verb pattern. It make the flow really choppy.

Setting:
Described well.

Overall:
Short chapter and the info revealed, I feel, that will be important later. You've done a good job of creating mystery.

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Chapter 55

May 15, 2012 – Polar Geophysics Group, New York, USA



Megan scanned the data for the fifth time. This was the third printout of information collected from nearly a dozen sources- astronomical calculations, seismic readings, geomagnetic changes, reports from tectnophysicist, telluric currents, even paleomagnetic data. There was no doubt about it, there was an Earth Crust Displacement occurring and it was growing at a phenomenal pace.

Megan Mackenzy was the best in her field and had proven it time and time again. She had a Ph.D in Geophysics and so many Masters Degrees in associated fields that the string of letters following her name was half a mile long. The titles and letters meant nothing to her, she was comfortable in her field and possessed a mind that devoured knowledge like Caesar Salad. comma Her appetite for learning was insatiable. Her desire to find answers to the burning questions in her mind was relentless and dominated her ever-waking moment.

Nearing forty, she still maintained a daily exercise regimen and tried to eat healthy and well-balanced meals, almost an impossibility in a research environment where one day could last thirty or more hours. Unlike some of her associates who literally put mind over matter, Megan took good care of her body, and had undergone laser surgery to get rid of the coke-bottle glasses she wore all through college. She visited the hair salon at least once a week, took lessons in dancing and enjoyed an occasional movie or opera. She was also extremely pretty, but never thought of herself as being such. Her work took precedence over marriage, therefore, she never sought nor needed a partner to share her life with.

“This is incredible!” Megan stood and waved a handful of papers around. “This can’t be happening comma but all the data says it is.” She was addressing no one in particular but several of her coworkers stopped what they were doing and looked at her with curiosity. It was uncharacteristic Megan to be so exuberant about something.

“What’cha got, Meg?” Johann Bruno was an office associate who had taken the position because one of the big oil companies turned him down for a job offering twice the pay.*Paragraph* Since Megan was Assistant Director of the Polar Geophysics Group, he basically worked for her, when he worked. Bruno had a problem with work. He was constantly late and made idiotic excuses for leaving early. Megan’s other coworker, Theodore Broadus, was just the opposite. Ted was conscientious, loved his job, and often burned the midnight oil in search of elusive answers.

“We have a situation.” Megan watched Bruno drag his doughnut stuffed carcass out of his seat and stroll in her direction. She signaled for him to sit back down. “All the data is on your computer. I want both of you to analyze it and see if you corroborate by findings.” Megan picked up her cell phone and punched in a number. She spoke for a few minutes then dialed another number. She continued speaking with each office that had supplied her with the computer information, requesting they verify the information and, if possible, obtain new data.

Several hours later she was satisfied that the data she was working with was correct. Megan had never been fearful of anything, at least nothing she could think of, but the conclusions drawn from these reports scared her. Beyond doubt, the Earth’s crust was shifting and shifting at an incredible rate. What was worse, she did not know the reason for the sudden shift.

Megan knew that crust displacement was scientifically possible, had even been probable in the past. The evidence was overwhelming that the Poles have did or hadto keep in past tensenot covered the same parts of the planet for the entire extent of our geological history.

Coral has been found in Newfoundland, ferns, fossils, coal and fossilized tree-stumps have been found in Antarctica, water lilies and fossilized palm leaves ten and twelve feet long have been found in Spitzbergen. There is evidence that the swamp cypress flourished within 500 miles of the North Pole in the Miocene epoch, and more. An earth crust displacement, as the words suggest, is was a movement of the complete outer shell of the earth over its inner layers. If you remove the peel from an orange and then reattach it to the fruit you can visualize the possibility of the peel moving over the inner layers. Tht's a point of view shift. Consider revising. The earth's crust, in theory, can theoretically change its position over the inner layers.

The presence of a liquid layer between the core and the outer crust would allow such slippage, moderated by inertial forces. There is ample evidence of polar jumps all over the planet, as traces of Glaciation are found everywhere. The impact of these events on biological organisms is devastating. Not only is the loss of life horrendous, if a jump of the poles is accompanied by an orbital jump the temperature range of the entire planet will change. Species not suited to live in this range will be wiped out.

This explains tense shift. why in the course of the Earth's history sometimes up to 90 percent of the species were wiped out. - The Permian, Triassic, and the Jurassic extinction’s are well-documented examples.

“What could be causing this change?”*Paragraph* Megan asked herself again. She remembered reading a report about scientists at Leipzig University in Eastern Germany who developed a model indicating the planet is functioning functionedlike a gigantic dynamo. The inner core with its content of heavy metals is the anchor, the liquid magma works like a clutch and the lighter ores in the planets crust act as the windings. The heavy core moves at a lesser speed than the lighter crust of the planet. Metals and ores have magnetic properties. As their field lines intersect, mechanical energy is converted into electric energy and the planet is charged up electromagnetically! Thus, the planet builds up its own electromagnetic field. So, when the electromagnetic field changes enough, the locations of the poles change as well. Therefore, an addition or discharge of energy and local changes in the strength of the field are the logical explanation for a shift of the location of a planet's poles or even the creation of a crust displacement. make sure this paragraph is all in past tense. The shift just throw the reader off.

“That would take tremendous power and incredible genius,” Megan mused. “Could it even be done?”

“What’s the verdict?” Megan went to Theodore first. Ted was a pencil slim man in his late forties, graying at the temples, practically bald on top.

“I agree.” Ted looked puzzled. “My calculations match the 1.2 degree shift you came up with. There’s no doubt about it, we are experiencing an Earth Crust Displacement.”

“Bruno?”

Bruno waved his hand indicating that he was still absorbing the data. Megan decided to continue without his questionable help. She picked up her cell phone and dialed another number.

Director Rafferty was not pleased to hear from her. Jim Rafferty was on ‘road’ status, an old military acronym that meant, ‘retired on active duty.’ In other words, Megan ran the Group, he signed the paperwork, he got the glory, and Megan got the funding.

“What you got Meg?” Rafferty took another sip of his fifth luncheon martini. His job was politics, not research. Rafferty made sure that Uncle Sugar coughed up operational funding for The Group on a regular basis. He also knew that Megan detested the nickname of Meg.

“We have a situation,” Meg stated. For at least fifteen minutes she pulled Rafferty away from his martini and steak meal. By the time she completed her findings he was halfway sober.

“My office in half an hour!” Rafferty closed his cell phone and returned it to his breast pocket. He apologized to the Representative with whom he was meeting and quickly left the expensive cafĂ©.

Megan didn’t have far to go. The Director’s lavish office was on the penthouse floor of the building. She gave him plenty of time to make it back to his den, then quietly rode the elevator up to his nest.

“I have a dozen universities around the globe examining this data.” Megan plopped a thick sheaf of computer printouts down onto Director Rafferty’s empty desk. “The feedback so far has been corroborative.”

“An Earth Crust Displacement!” Rafferty did not even pick up the pile of printouts. “What rate of displacement are we looking at and can you predict the eventual polar effects?”

“If the shift continues at the speed it is presently moving, we predict that by December twenty-first of this year, the Continent of Antarctica will be located in the Northern Hemisphere, the approximate location of present day Europe to be precise.” Ah! 12/20/12.

“You’ve got to be kidding?” Rafferty looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. “Do you realize the significance of that date?”

“The end of civilization as we know it if it cannot be stopped,” Megan glared.

“It’s the doomsday date,” Rafferty continued. “For years now, every would be prophet and conspiracy theorist have predicted that on December 21, 2012, the world would come to an end. They base their ideas on some ancient Mayan predictions or some such bull.”

“We’ve discounted that theory,” Megan sighed. “Scholars from many disciplines have dismissed the idea that a catastrophe will happen in 2012. Predictions of impending doom are found neither in classic Maya accounts nor in astronomy. We believe that the Long Count calendar, which ends in 2012, misrepresents Maya history. As far as galactic alignment, black holes, wandering planets and all the other conspiracy junk is concerned, that’s all it is… junk.”

“But, it will not look that way outside academic circles.” Rafferty was ready for one of his endless and exceedingly boring lectures. “The average citizen will scream, ‘we told you so!’ If we approach the government with this they will smile and pat us on the head like good little doggies.”

“Do you realize the implications of this shift?” Megan looked flustered. “The consequences of the displacement are monumental. The Earth's crust will slide over its interior and incredible quakes and floods will shake the world. The sky will seem to fall as continents groan and shift position. Deep in the ocean, earthquakes will generate massive tidal waves, which will crash against the coastlines, flooding them. Some lands will shift to warmer climes, while others, propelled into polar zones, will suffer the direst of winters. Melting ice caps will raise the ocean's level higher and higher. All living things will have to adapt, migrate or die. Thousands of years of civilization may be torn away from our planet like a fine cobweb. This, Mr. Director, is what we refer to as an ELE, or Extinction Level Event.”

“What’s causing this shift?” Rafferty sought to change the path the discussion was taking. “Your job is to examine systems in flux and come up with answers. Is this a natural phenomenon or something created by man?”

“Man could not create something of this magnitude.” Megan replied. “Unless we had a power source far greater than anything discovered so far. As for controlling it, that is more in the realm of science fiction than science. There is, however, an indication that natural conditions are not the cause. There appears to be a significantly detectable anomaly emanating from the continent of Antarctica.”

“Antarctica!” Rafferty jumped up from his seat and grabbed the printouts lying on his desk. “Bring me up to date on your findings and readings as soon as they are verified. In the meantime comma I would like to review this data in some detail before I go further with it.” His tone of voice was dismissive.

Rafferty picked up his secure phone line and dialed a number as soon as Megan left his office. “The Nazis have initiated their program, Mr. President,” Rafferty whispered, as soon as the connection was made.

Good transitional chapter. It contains a lot of information. I would take a look at revising all the was words you have in here. But... that's just my opinion.

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Chapter 54

May 11, 2012 – Arianni Base – Near Eclipse Island - Australia



“What makes you think we would volunteer to do such a thing?” Chester shrugged. “Even if it was possible?”
Right way I like this transition here, how you've gone from one conversation to the other. Nicely done!

The Councilor stood and walked over to where Chester was sitting. “Believe me, it is possible Colonel. We already have agents in place at the turn of each succeeding century after Jesus and Muhammad. Their job will be to report the time line results for their particular century. Our scientists have concluded that time is like a river full of boulders. Major historical events, or boulders, part the waters of time but they eventually merge back together until they hit another boulder in the way. Our agents are to report those boulders so that teams can eliminate them and keep the time stream, or peace in this case, flowing smoothly.”

“Why Jesus and Muhammad?” Carney asked. “Why don’t you just go back and assassinate all the bad guys like Attila and Ghengis Khan and Napoleon and Hitler?”

“The one thing that has created more war and death than any person or event in history is religion,” The Councilor replied. “Eliminate organized religion and we will effectively neutralize eighty or ninety percent of the causes of war. The remaining small boulders we can easily brush aside or gone around.”

“Christianity and Islam are major world religions.” Chester leaned on the table for support. “But, they are both offshoots of Judaism. There are also other major religions, many with significant impact on history.”

“The other religions are more peaceful and therefore more controllable. Finding Abraham, or Abram among the early Hebrew population may prove to be impossible. Judaism, or Yahadut as it is originally called, is a nomadic religious concept. At least with Christianity we have narrowed down a specific time frame and place, the same with Islam. Also, to find the correct Jesus we have an edge.”

“And what might that edge be?”

The Councilor took several steps back and turned to Dorbec. “We have a DNA sample with which to match that of Jesus.”

“How on earth did you come up with a DNA sample from someone who lived over 2,000 years ago?” Chester was curious but doubtful. I would think he would stammer this line or blurt it out.

“History records that Jesus (Yeshua) was crucified at Jerusalem on a hill called Golgatha, Aramaic for the Skull, which in fact he was. It was near a limestone quarry and outside the gates as required by law. What is not recorded in history, and intentionally and passionately left out by The Church, was the fact that Jesus and Mary Magdalene were married. Being the heir to the Davidic line, and a Rabbi, Jesus was obligated by law to marry. Marriage was an important step in the progress from initiation to full community membership in the kingly line.If a rabbi did not have sons, he was not fulfilling his duty to God.” Caution! Personal note! Ok, so Jesus suffered for the sins of mankind in the Garden, and as a result is mankind's judge. According to the doctrines of my religion, He was sent to earth to gain a body, overcome the grave, redeem mankind from hell and become our savior. Well, He is supposed to be a fair, just judge because he experienced pain and suffering for us. So, how could He judge how people behave in their marriage if He did not have the experience of begin married himself? God or no God, I'm cool with the idea of his being married. It makes me feel like He understands me more. (Think of the poem Footprints in the Sand.) Sorry. I'll try not to go off on my own tangent. Hey, at least you know what someone is thinking about when they read your book. I promise not to get started on how can God ignore the prayers of 6 million Jews? *Smile*

“In September A.D.33 a daughter was born to Jesus and Mary. Her name was Tamar, meaning palm tree. There’s also a secret society named after her, The Tamar. The Tamar were well connected to the Knights Templar and it is thought by some that when the Templar where being persecuted by the Catholic Church comma the Templar passed on to The Tamar the secrets of the Arc, which they had discovered some years earlier. The Tamar still remains the worlds most secretive and yet most powerful secret society, even more secretive than, The Brotherhood.

“Mary Magdalene was allegedly exiled from Judaea in CE 44 under threat of sedition charges, and there is documented persecution of her heirs by a succession of Roman emperors. After the crucifixion, resurrection and ascension of Jesus, and beginning with Emperor Vespasian, a succession of Roman Emperors, including Titus and Domitian, issued orders to their generals in the field that the descendant heirs of Jesus and his family should be hunted down and put to the sword. Their main targets were in what is today, southern France. This information is not hearsay, it was chronicled by eminent historians such as Hegesippus, Africanus, and Eusebius.

“The Merovingian Kings of Gaul (France) alleged they were descent ed? from King David of Israel, through Mary Magdalene. This dynasty was Lords of the Franks for 300 years. Pope Zachary had their King Childeric III seized and incarcerated. In his place, Zachary installed a family of regional mayors, subsequently called Carolingians.

“Our agents have traced the bloodline of Tamar from southern France and we have found someone who is a direct descendent of Mary Magdalene and Yeshua with viable DNA. Using this DNA we can identify the true Jesus.” Is the Legend of the Black Madonna going to play in anywhere here? I think it would be kinds fun to give a passing reference to Dan Brown, like..."Come on. Are you telling me Dan Brown was right?

“And who is the unlucky person?” Dorbec was afraid too ask.

“You.” Ha!

Dorbec’s face went pale and he gripped the table with his hands to keep from jumping up. He stared into the eyes of the Councilor and saw that the man was serious. Dorbec had never been devout about religion. In his younger days he was an altar boy in the Catholic Church, but life and the military soon got in the way. Down deep he questioned the doctrine that the Church laid down as truth, but he never sincerely cared one way or the other. One thing he learned to accept though was that Jesus Christ had lived and died. “Three or four hundred generations have probably diluted the DNA to where it’s now useless,” he finally conceded.

The Councilor shook his head and walked back to the head of the conference table. Chester and the rest of the Team were looking looked at Dorbec as if they were seeing him for the first time. To discover that one among them was the alleged descendent of Jesus Christ was mind numbing.

Chester finally shook his head and pulled out of the mental cloud. “That remarkable, but totally unorthodox and probably bull-s*** history lesson, still doesn’t answer my question. Conspiracy theorists have also stated that Jesus and Mary Magdalene had two sons, Jesus and Joseph. It’s a load of crap! Once again, what makes you think we’d help you in this idiotic scheme?” I like this because perhaps the characters are being almost too accepting of all they are seeing or hearing. There should be some skepticism and balking amongst them, if for now other reason than to help them process the information, (and the reader as well.) Some debating back and forth will make it seem more realistic and help the reader accept it more.

The portly man in the expensive Giorgio Armani suit stood to answer the question. “Dorbec will help us because we will assist him in getting his sister back from the Nazis. His half-sister that is.”

Dorbec jumped to his feet, the seat falling behind him with a loud noise. “First you tell me that I am the descendant of Jesus Christ and now you’re telling me that I have a half sister, presumably Daria Wolff, the woman I recently kidnapped. You’re pushing the envelope!”

“According to your mother, Chantel Dorbec, your father was a German businessman by the name of Aeric Eichel Dietrich?”

Dorbec looked askance at the man. “Yes, that was the name she told me.”

“Aeric Eichel Dietrich was a Nazi paratrooper who settled in Argentina after the war. He was also the husband of Klara Hitler and the father of Daria Wolff. We have it all on official record.”

Dorbec sat heavily back down into his seat, his eyes staring at the table; his mind trying to absorb the incredible information overload it had just received. What is his posture like, his body language? Does he drop his face in his hands? “So, in effect, if I go back and kill Jesus then I will cease to exist, if you believe in the Paradox Theory that is. If I don’t go back, then my sister will be left in the clutches of the Neo-Nazis!”

“As for the rest of you,” the well-dressed man continued without answering Dorbec’s ramifications. “You will cooperate because every member of your family has been taken into protective custody. Their safety and security will depend on your complete cooperation.”

Chester stood and glared at the man. “Our government would never condone such action. Now I know you’re full of it!”

Brother Cencio got up and walked over to where Chester stood. He opened a laptop computer, turned it on then backed off with a wide grin on his face.

Chester watched as a recording of his wife Barbara suddenly appeared on the computer.

“What have you gotten yourself involved in Chester?” She had a scared look on her face. “The government arrested us, all of us, on charges of conspiracy to commit treason. There are other families here with us, Team families. We’re being held at some government ran run facility in the middle of…hell, they won’t say.” The recording cut off after panning around and showing members of the other families.

Brother Cencio walked strode? strutted? back to his seat and sat down with a smug look on his face. His attention reverted back to the business suit.

“A large number of people in your government, in the highest positions, are members of The Brotherhood,” the man smiled. “Among them, the Speaker of the House, many Senators, dozens of Congressmen, all of the President’s Cabinet, now, and of course, the President of the United States. They want world peace as much as the Arianni do.”

“Jesus Christ!” Oddball blurted. He then looked sheepishly at Dorbec. “Sorry ‘bout that.” funny

“This I suppose is your idea of peace?” Dorbec’s anger was pointed straight at Ariana. “Peace at any price?”

Ariana could not look at Dorbec or any of the Team members. Her emotionless gaze was fixed on the Councilor, but a red flush had expanded across her features.

“What do you get out of this?” Chester glared back at Cencio. “What does The Brotherhood stand to gain?

Cencio looked at the Suit then back at Chester. “Our mission will be to ensure world peace. A world government will be established to eliminate nationalism, another great cause of war, and to maintain a new Multiverse Corps which will monitor and control the time and dimensional stream.”

“In other words, you’re gonna be the big shots, the people at the top of the pecking order,” Carney cut in. “A real sweet gig you have going. Rulers of the world! Are you sure you don’t have ‘Der Fuhrer’ in your batting order?”

After what seemed like hours of quiet, but was only a minute or so, Chester finally glanced at each member of the team and shook his head. Their only option was to take on the assignment in the hope that somehow they could foil the members of The Brotherhood and the Arianni Council. His mind wandered to Monday and the other members of the Team, curious as to how they were coming along in their hunt for the Nazis.

“How does this time travel thing work?”



END PART TWO

Of Three Parts

Good place to leave off, The reader will want to continue.

Shalisse

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I like that you were able to turn this experience into a positive. The fact that the narrator learns something about not studying is also a good thing. (I'm a teacher! *Smile* ) Thank you for reading your teacher's comments. We put those there to help. I wish you the best in your continued writing.

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This little article is filled with wonderful advice. It is laid out in a manner that is easy to read and follow. It is also thought provoking. As I was reading it, I was doing some quick analysis of my own writing, specifically the novel I just finished. This will give me something to think about as I am working through the revision process. I would even like to share it with my creative writing class, if I may. Thank you for writing it and sharing.

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