The Unknown: Part Three

                 In a large building that Trevor and Marin are unaware of, there sits a man. A man with a grudge. A man with a plan, a man who's been in charge of all these people who've been trying to track Trevor down.

A man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. Trevor.

What do I hold against Trevor Trekker?

                Seriously? What do I hold against him? Are you really asking me this question? Isn’t it blatantly obvious?

                Apparently not.

                You’ve asked the wrong question, my friends. You’ve asked the wrong man. But since you want to know, then I’ll tell you.

                He’s a menace.

                Oh no, don’t be fooled into thinking he’s such a nice guy. He’s not. He’s selfish, one-track minded, single minded, and likes to wreck history in every way he can. Isn’t that apparent by the way he handled that Grand Coulee Dam incident?

                You may think that I have no reason to hate him. I do. He’s ruined my life.

                How? I am not at liberty to discuss that. Period. No more discussion in that area.

                I will tell you this— it involves that orphan little pipsqueak assistant of his, Marin. Oh, if he hasn’t told you that tale then I rest my case. He’s dishonest, he doesn’t want you to know about what he’s done.

                So I’ll enlighten you. In the case of Marin, that is. Not my own. No entrance there.

                You know his little blond Czech assistant? She’s quite knowledgeable in languages. Why? Her mother was Scottish and her father was Russian. She was born in Czechoslovakia in the 1930s, while the Third Reich was building its empire just next door. She wasn’t born with the name Marin, her real name is Elizaveta Rifka Maklakov. A mouthful I know, but her father wanted to make sure she had a good proper Russian name, even though she wasn’t born in Russia.

                “Eli” grew up speaking multiple languages. Her father spoke Russian and Czech, her mother spoke English and Gaelic. When the Nazis came in 1938 and took over part of Czechoslovakia, Eli was eight years old. She lived in the region they took over, the Sudety. Her parents were watchmakers (remember that, it comes into play later on) and when the Nazis told them to refuse service to Jewish customers they balked and said they wouldn’t do that under any circumstances. Bad idea.

                What happens next even makes me feel a tinge of pity for the young girl.

                You may not know this, but the Germans had created a special adoption program where German families adopted blond haired, blue eyed children from other countries that were not from Jewish origins.

                Where did the children come from?

                Wherever the Germans found them.

                Some were taken from families who’d resisted the Germans, others were dragged right out of their homes and told their parents couldn’t afford to take care of them anymore. Still others, as was the case of Eli, were seen by German soldiers while they walked by and were dragged off the streets and to the nearest reform school.

                In all practical terms, not two days after her parents refused to follow the Nazis orders, Eli was kidnapped right off the street and put into a reform school where she was forced to learn German and become a good German citizen so she could be adopted. She had beautiful blond hair, sky blue eyes and a light complexion. She looked German. The school leaders praised her Aryan looks and proclaimed she’d be one of the most wanted children on the adoption list.

                Eli would have nothing to do with it.

                She grudgingly learned German, (all children were severely punished if they didn’t speak anything else but German) she did what she was told only if she knew she’d be smacked if she didn’t. She hated every minute of it.

                The schools these children were taken to were a lot like a prison. A barbed wire fence surrounded the area, and gunmen patrolled the grounds. Any child who tried to escape would be shot. It was a horrible situation.

                But Eli wouldn’t stand to let herself get adopted. She had to find her parents.

                After she’d been imprisoned there for almost a year, Eli did the thing that could have very well gotten her killed. Late in the night she slipped out of the sleeping quarters and ran to the fence. At nine years old she was a small girl and she was hard to spot. She dug a hole, waited until she was sure the coast was clear and pulled herself under the fence. All that night she trudged back towards her home town, Bystrzyca Klodzka, determined to get back to her parents.

                When she arrived, she found the shop boarded up and a strange man pacing back and forth, angry that the watchmakers were gone and they couldn't fix his watch.

                You guessed it, that man was Trevor. He’d come to have his stupid watch fixed, as this was the shop that had made it in the twenties. How he got hold of such an old watch I don’t know, but he got the dumb idea of turning his watch into a time traveling watch.

                Do you realize what that Scotsman did? Not only did he put Eli’s life in danger by insisting she help him fix his watch, he nearly got her caught by the Nazi police, the Gestapo, then took off for who knows where in her greatest time of need! This isn’t the first time he’d done that, either. I don’t know what finally possessed him to come back for her, but that was a mere lapse in his otherwise selfish conduct. I can’t imagine why the child sticks to him so, probably because she found out her parents were dead and she had no one else. Then he had to go and give her a stupid name like Marin. I don’t see why the girl walks away from him. She seems to think he’s her foster father or something.

                Doesn’t sound that bad to you? Oh, there’s so much more to hate about the man. He’s lucky. He gets what he wants, he does what he wants, he goes where he wants…I could go on and on.

                Marin’s case is only one such instance where Trevor nearly killed someone with his time meddling. There are hundreds more such cases.

                Why do I hate him personally? How many times do I have to tell you, stay out of that. I’m not telling you.

                All I’m going to tell you is this: I have connections, high connections, and they’re looking for that time traveling Scotsman. When they find him, (and they will or heads will roll) I have a very special surprise planned for that man.

                What’s the surprise? Oh, let’s just say it includes a little invention of my own. Don’t be so shocked, I may be the man who sits in the shadows but I too, have delved in mechanical engineering and inventing more than once. I know how to make a few things go off with a nice bang.

                Trevor Trekker is a meddling pest and I intend to fix him—for good. His assistant, too. She’s in for a trip, when I  show her what I know about her past she’s going to quake with fear.

                They’ve ruined my life, those two have. I don’t blame the child as much as her adopted father, but she’s in it with him. They’ll pay. I’ll make them pay.

                And they’re going to help me do it.

                One step at a time, one time dimension and then another, they’re coming closer and closer to my trap. And they’re doing it all on their own. All I have to do is sit back and wait, they’ll waltz into their own demise soon enough. You'll see, especially with this trip to the Civil War they've got planned. It's not going to go the way they think it will, oh no. I know a bit about meddling too.

                When they finally make one mistake too many, I’ll have what I’ve wanted all along. The ability to time travel myself and fix a couple of important instances in history that Trevor has ruined.

                The outcome of history will be very different. I will change the world.

To be continued next month...