History will be kind to me for I intend to write it. -Winston Churchill

Friday, May 30, 2014

The Unknown: Part Two




            *In the future, far, far away from Hawaii. Far away from Trevor and Marin, and far enough in the future that they’re unaware of what is taking place*

            To everyone, he was known only as the boss, or the Major. He had no first name, he had no last. In fact no one really knew what his name was, other than the Major. For the forty-five years he’d been serving to where he was now, there was only one name he’d been known by when he was promoted. The Major. His real name had been lost years ago, to the point that he wouldn’t realize someone had said his name when he heard it. No one knew it anymore, he was the Major.
            That is, he was the Major to everyone but a certain time traveler who had a bad habit of sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. That man was the only one who knew his real name-and what he’d done.
            The Major sat at his desk and stared at his laptop. Enter Password, the message flashed, awaiting his secret code to get into the database. 
He merely fixed his eyes on the screen, his mind wandering elsewhere. Where is that dratted Trevor? Why can’t I smoke him out? The Major was used to having his way, he knew all the tactics to track someone down and find them. That’s why he’d been promoted at the young age of twenty-four, not two years since he’d joined the service. He could find anyone anywhere, his sharp mind could think like any criminal or lawbreaker. Trevor, on the other hand, was a different case. The Major couldn’t tap into his pattern or his logic, he couldn’t get his mind wrapped around what Trevor would do next. It was maddening, the search had been on for two weeks and not a single clue had been turned up. Where are you, Trevor? What am I not seeing?
            If there was one thing he knew, everyone leaves a trail. There is always a trail, no matter how cold or hard it is, it exists. Unlike the rest of the threats he’d tracked down for his country, Trevor’s trail was unique and well hidden. He knew it was there, he just had to figure out how to find it.
            Enter Password flashed again, jolting the Major out of his thoughts and back to reality. He leaned forward and tapped in the requested piece of information, then watched as the screen changed to the homepage of the division he belonged to. His sharp eyes instantly caught the tiny button on the right hand side of the screen, he had an email.
            Without much enthusiasm he clicked the icon and waited for the message to pop up. You maniac, how come you can hide from me? Why can’t I track you down? It didn’t help that his quarry was a time traveler-that alone made him a shadow that could pop up in any given time period. Still, you’d think there would be some documentation that would give him a clue as to where he’d gone. Something.
            The email loaded and the Major scanned the page. Regarding your request for more information on Project Thirty-six, we have turned up no new leads on Mr. Trevor Trekker… trash. It was nothing. Nothing. Another dead lead .
            “You trouble maker,” he growled under his breath, closing his inbox. “You fiend. I’ll bet you don’t even know I’m tracking you down, and yet you are able to perfectly conceal any trace of you. How do you do it?”
            He knew he wasn’t going to get any response, he had to find the answers on his own. If his men couldn’t turn up a lead it was time for him to get into the field. He had to find Trevor. He had to know where that time traveler was.
            If I was him where would I hide? He tried to reason. The Major had gone down this track many times before and each time had ended up at the same simple answer. Somewhere that hasn’t been discovered.
            “Doesn’t help much,” he muttered, then stood up and sighed. He’d run through a list of aliases they believed Trevor used. They’d checked on the story of Elizaveta Maklakov, but that didn’t bring them anywhere as far as Trevor’s case went. Her documentation that the Nazis had kept simply stated disappeared in bold letters, blaming it on the resistance for getting her out of Czechoslovakia.
            There was a trail. There was a trail that he couldn’t see and he had to find. If Trevor realized the information he possessed…
            His career would be over. He’d be jailed for life, probably put on death row. The Major couldn’t allow that to happen. It was the reason he’d worked so hard to convince the President Trevor was a danger to the American people. Why he’d insisted that the Scottish time trekker was meddling with historical events that could change the course of history, alter the outcome of wars and the constitution. If Trevor let anyone know about the information he’d obtained, it was goodbye Major and a good chunk of the CIA. Which reminded him, his boss was waiting for his response. He stared at his desk phone and bit his lower lip. This was a call he didn't want to make.
            The Major always liked to pretend he was the top of the pecking order. His men believed it, they couldn’t imagine anyone more menacing or harsh then himself. They didn’t realize he also had someone to report to, a man much more obscene and intimidating them he. A man who could easily dispose of the Major and get away with it, simply by a sentence or two.
            He had more power and influence then anyone could imagine, and he held that above the Major’s head. “If you get out of line, Major,” he’d say, a cutlass in hand as he twirled the weapon around, “you can be sure that some very important people will hear about the deed you’ve done to Harriet.”
            And of course that deed just happened to be in writing and in the possession of the carefree Scotsman, who had no idea he even had the evidence. Stupid man, the Major growled as he sat back down in his seat, how do you do it? How can you lead such a life where you’re so oblivious to everything around you and who might be lurking in the shadows, just waiting to stab you in the back? In a way he envied the man, he trusted that no one would harm him and if they tried he could escape. A life of freedom. Freedom the Major would never know or experience. His past wouldn’t allow it.
            The Major picked up the phone and punched a number in, then waited for the secretary to pick up. You could count on her answering, the man never answered any phone calls on his own. It would give the Major some time to think up what he was going to say.
            “Ah, Major, I’ve been waiting for your call.” The Major jolted and gulped down a yelp. Leave it to him to do the unexpected.
            “Yes, hello sir.”
            “How is it there in D.C? I hear you’ve had some good summer thunderstorms.”
            Why are we talking about the weather? Why doesn’t he get to the point? He answered anyways. “Fine, sir. Yes, we’ve had a couple of electrical storms, nothing to severe.”
            “I do love a good thunderstorm, I enjoyed them when I came stateside last August.”
            “Yes sir, nothing beats them.”
            “So, Major,” the tone of his boss had an edge of superiority, like he was rubbing it in that he could control the Major without having to outrank him. “How goes the search for the Scotsman time traveler? I’m impressed the CIA hasn’t leaked anything out about it, you know how eager the press would be to get a scoop on such a case.”
            The threat did not fall on deaf ears, the Major knew what he was implying to. “I have turned up no new leads, sir,” he admitted. “Though I have been doing my best.”
            There was a pause, then a slow chuckle. “I know. You’re not one to take this job lightly, I’m sure you’ve been turning up every stone and log you’ve come across in hopes of finding the man. I’d hate to hear what would happen to you if Trekker were to expose your past. I imagine it wouldn’t be very pretty.”
            “No, sir.”
            “Well I have news for you. I happened across an interesting article that you might want to check out. Look it up on the internet. Just type in Woody Guthrie Grand Coulee Dam, you might find some historical documents that would aid you in your search.”


            The Major put the phone on speaker and furiously typed in the words. He clicked Wikipedia and scrolled down the article, his eyes growing wide as he caught sight of a picture with the famed folk singer from the thirties. And it just so happened a man in a trench coat stood in the back, while an eleven-year-old girl sat in a seat near him. The picture was a bit blurred and hard to see, but even though they were wearing outfits to blend in the Major recognized them. Trevor and Marin.
            “I want you to find this time traveler as much as you do, Major. Now that you have a lead, I expect you to find a way to lure Trekker into the future and nab him and that little girl he’s adopted. But don’t harm them, no, don’t lay a finger on them.” He laughed again, then continued, “Take what you want from the man when you find him, but leave him to me. I’ve got a little surprise for our dear Scottish friend and his Czech sidekick.”
            Whatever his surprise was, the Major knew it wouldn’t be pleasant.

            Part three to come next month at the end of June!

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The Month Ahead




Ahoj všichni, hello everyone, Marin Maklakov here.
            Well we’ve wrapped up our first month! Trevor and I enjoyed having you with us and we’re looking forward to taking you along for this month’s set of adventures.
            We’re always excited to hear from you and we love answering your questions. If you have anything you want to ask us, fire away an email and we’ll get back to you soon as possible. Just tell whom you’re emailing in the email, Trevor or myself or both of us, and what your question is. We’ll do our best to answer, and if we can’t we’ll find someone who can.
            Here’s the schedule for this month, hope you’re as excited as us!

June
 2014
Week
Topic
What to expect

1
The Great Depression and Dust Bowl
An account on the Great Depression and Dust Bowl, a little known historical fact and a highlight from today in history.
2
Book Recommendations
Three books/series we think you’ll like about the Great Depression and Dust Bowl.

3
Coulee Down: Part 1
Trevor and I trek on over to Washington to watch the Grand Coulee Dam be built-and help an unexpected visitor.
4
Coulee Down: Part 2
The conclusion of our venture to Grand Coulee Dam and a farewell to our new friend.

A little preview picture of next month's history venture.


Monday, May 26, 2014

Panning for Trouble: Part Three



            We’re back!

            Here’s the conclusion of our wild adventure in Grizzly.

            To say that we ran until we couldn’t run anymore is an understatement. A more proper statement would be “we ran until our legs became jell-o packs”. That describes Trevor and I much more accurately than the first sentence. We were tired.
            And scared. It’s one thing to spend a night on our own private island in a cave, we’re familiar with the territory and know that any animals on the island are ones we brought with us. It’s quite another to spend it in a cave on a slope in rural California, when you don’t know if the sound outside was a bear or a crazy Deputy who wants to take your gold claim and time machine.
The cave in daylight.

            Needless to say, as tired as we were we had a hard time getting to sleep.
            “This is probably one of the longest nights of my life,” I complained. The cave was dark and we didn’t dare light a fire, we’d worked so hard to escape the Deputy that we didn’t want to signal him to find us.
            “I thought you said the night in Yellowstone was the longest.”
            Trevor sat five feet away from me and I couldn’t even see his figure, let alone his face. But I could tell just from his tone he had that grumpy fish look again. Poor guy, he’d been so fired up to go and strike a claim just like real miners. He was sure we’d strike it rich and then we could buy more material for his latest invention, some sort of portal contraption. Then that mean Deputy had to crash our party and ruin it for us.
            “Yeah, the night in Yellowstone was pretty scary,” I admitted. “It would have helped if you hadn’t told me Yellowstone is basically a super volcano just waiting to explode.”
            “Hey, I was just warning you not to go poking holes in the ground. That’s how I caused it to explode two thousand years earlier.”
            I had to giggle at that. “Ah, but remember, you weren’t just poking holes in the ground, you were sticking charges of dynamite in to see if you could alter Ol’ Faithful's water spout.”
            “At least that was more successful then this gold trip.”
            There it was. He’d said it. Like I’d guessed, he was disappointed. I didn’t help it much, what with my complaints and all. I cringed with guilt, and then cleared my throat. “Look Trevor, it’s not all over. We don’t go home until tomorrow, perhaps we can find a new place to look for gold.”
            Silence. Then a grunt. “And let our Deputy friend take it from us? Not likely.”
            I could tell he wasn’t in the mood for discussing this tonight, so I settled back against the wall and sighed. “Well, I guess we can talk about it tomorrow?” My question rang dead in the cave as no answer came from my friend. “Good night, Trevor.”
            We had a long day ahead of us. I had to try to sleep.
~oOo~
            I’d tossed and turned most of the night. Every twenty minutes or so I’d jolt awake and sit up, then lay back down and fall into another restless sleep.
            That kinda left me in the mood Trevor found me in the morning. In other words, you don’t stick beetles in girl’s faces when they’re waking up, no matter how cool and amazing they look. Trevor being Trevor of course didn’t know that, and found out a little too soon that was not to my liking. I screamed.
            “Augh!” Trevor groaned, dropping the beetle to cover his ears. “Lassie, you scream like a banshee!” We heard some rocks fall farther back in the cave and Trevor added, “Plus you almost caused the cave to fall in on itself.”
            “That wasn’t funny, Trevor!” I growled. Light was streaming into the cave and I caught sight of the giant pine beetle crawling towards me. I squished it with my foot.
            “Hey!” Trevor leapt up, his green eyes flashing. “What’s the big idea? You just killed my really awesome beetle!”
            I opened my mouth to reply but Trevor whirled around and stomped farther into the cave. Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t have squished his bug. But he shouldn’t have stuck it in my face, either.
            I can’t wait until we go back to Hawaii. I yawned and stretched my arms, then wondered what time it was. Hopefully we’ll be leaving soon.
            I then remembered we hadn’t found any gold. A streak of guilt passed through me and I shook my head to clear my thoughts. You really haven’t been that nice to Trevor, Marin. I chided myself. After all, he did step in front of you when that Deputy aimed his gun. That was a noble thing to do- Trevor isn’t a naturally brave sort of man and to be so bold was rare. And I just killed his beetle. Yeah, I could see why he was mad at me. Guess I should go make up with him.
            I stood up and walked deeper into the cave, the dark closing in on me as I left the light behind. Scary. I wasn’t sure how far Trevor had gone in, so I called, “Trevor, where are you?”
            My voice echoed off the walls and some more rocks showered down. I covered my head to protect myself, and looked down on the ground. It can’t be. I blinked, sure my eyes were playing tricks on me. Among the rocks my voice had shaken loose, something shined brighter than the others. I reached down to pick it up and gulped as I turned the golden rock in my hands. It is! 
            “Trevor!” I cried. “Get over here! I found something!” No response, but I could hear him shuffling towards me. “Hurry up, you’re gonna love this!” More rocks fell and I looked up at the ceiling of the cave. I caught my breath as my eyes noted there was a vein of shining gold.
My shouts must’ve loosened the rocks covering it! “Come on Trevor!”
            “I’m coming, I’m coming,” the Scotsman grumbled, immerging into the dim light to where I was. “What is it?”
            I shoved the precious metal into his hand and grinned. “Oh, just a little something to say I’m sorry.”
            At first Trevor glanced it over without much interest. He opened his mouth to say something, then his eyes widened and he looked down at it again. “Wait a second,” he gasped, “this, this is-”
            “Gold.”
            The voice of the adversary we were sure we’d left behind caused both of us to jump and face the Deputy. He had his gun drawn and that nasty smirk on again as he stepped towards us.
            “You two gave me a good chase all night,” he said, cocking the gun, “and I was ready to give up. Now I’m glad I didn’t, looks like you two found the mother lode!”
            “And you aren’t getting it from us!” Trevor snarled, shoving the piece of gold into his pocket. “Future self, remember to come here earlier!”
            I froze and stared at Trevor. “Trevor!” I cried. How could he say that in front of the Deputy?
            Like magic, the vein above us disappeared and hundreds of rocks appeared on the ground. The Deputy stumbled back, his eyes wide and his mouth open as he surveyed the phenomenon that had just happened.
            I face palmed and glanced at my mentor, who winked and let a grin plaster his face.
            “How, what, how,” the Deputy stammered. He continued to stare at the ground, then he jerked his head up and glared at Trevor. “You!”
            “Okay, let’s not get too hasty.” Trevor chuckled nervously, grabbing my hand and stepping back.
            “I don’t know how you did it, but I’m gonna make you pay!”
            I screeched as the Deputy pulled back the hammer on the gun and aimed at Trevor. I didn’t dare look, I closed my eyes and squeezed Trevor’s hand as the gun went off. Oh dear God, please help us! I prayed.
            I expected to feel Trevor fall next to me, but nothing happened.
            This is weird… I chanced a peak and then stared. The cave had given way to a beautiful, lush green landscape. The ocean lay about a mile away and a mountain loomed above us. It took me a second to realize where we were, then I squealed and hugged Trevor.
            “You didn’t tell me 4T was set to return us so fast!” I exclaimed.
            Trevor grinned again and switched the subject. "Future self did a great job getting right to work on the gold vein."
             “I cannot believe how bad you are,” I scolded. “You talked about your future self right in front of the Deputy. What if he’d figured it out?”
            He laughed and sat down in the grass, sighing. “So good to be back. And we found gold!” he smiled and ran his fingers through his hair. “As to your questions, I’d set 4T to take us back at eight in the morning. I’d figured we would have had enough time to find gold and be ready to go by then.” He paused and looked towards the mountain. “I must say, our island beats a gold town any day.”
            “I agree.” I sat down next to my friend and gazed up at the mountain. “I thought for sure that Deputy shot you.”
            Trevor waved it off. “Nah, I knew we didn’t have but a minute left on the time machine, so I took advantage of it and figured that lawman would be so confused when the gold disappeared right in front of him that he wouldn’t fire right away.” He winced and muttered, “But that kinda was cutting it close.”
            “I’ll say!”
            He smirked and stood up, checking his watch. “Well, no time like the present,” he said, his green eyes twinkling. “Time for me to go back to tomorrow and get the gold from the cave. Otherwise that shot might just kill me after all. Did you want to come?”
            I shook my head. “No, I think I’ve panned for enough trouble already without having to mine for it, too.”
            Trevor just laughed.
The End