H. G. Wells, Secret Agent
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H. G. Wells is a Victorian-era James Bond who must defend England and the world against time travelers, alien incursions and interdimensional threats (if he can learn quickly on the job, and survive the human foes he encounters, that is!)
During his missions, Wells will team up with Anton Chekhov to foil an assassination plot against Prince Nicholas Romanov of Russia, oversee the construction of the giant antenna designed to detect alien invasion fleets (or, as we know it, the Eiffel Tower), rub shoulders with the likes of Arthur Conan Doyle, Marie Curie, Jules Verne and Annie Oakley, and risk everything to encourage cooperation among the world's most powerful intelligence agencies.
This humorous steampunk novella is filled with Easter eggs and British pop-culture references, from The Beatles and Ian Fleming to Douglas Adams and Dr. Who.
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H. G. Wells, Secret Agent - Alex Shvartsman
H. G. Wells
Secret Agent
Alex Shvartsman
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Copyright © 2015 by Alex Shvartsman
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Table of Contents
H. G. Wells Secret Agent
Also Available By Alex Shvartsman
THE CASE OF THE WEATHER MACHINE
THE CASE OF THE DIRIGIBLE HEIST
THE CASE OF THE YELLOW SUBMARINE
Afterword
Annotations
A Sample from EXPLAINING CTHULHU TO GRANDMA
About the Author
Also Available By Alex Shvartsman
EXPLAINING CTHULHU TO GRANDMA AND OTHER STORIES
THE GOLEM OF DENEB SEVEN AND OTHER STORIES
As Anthology Editor
UNIDENTIFIED FUNNY OBJECTS series
COFFEE: 14 CAFFEINATED TALES OF THE FANTASTIC
DARK EXPANSE: SURVIVING THE COLLAPSE
HUMANITY 2.0
FUNNY SCIENCE FICTION
FUNNY FANTASY
FUNNY HORROR
THE CACKLE OF CTHULHU
THE CASE OF THE WEATHER MACHINE
H. G. Wells felt like he was on top of the world as he strolled through the Armorial Hall of the Winter Palace. A who’s who of the St. Petersburg’s elite mingled under the enormous chandeliers. Conversation, laughter, and music blended into a pleasant cacophony. Gentle sunlight bathed the hall through windows atop the balcony and reflected off the gilded columns. All of it created a storybook atmosphere the likes of which the young Englishman could only dream of until a few months ago.
Wells held his head high as he made his solitary way across the hall. He didn’t look back, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed how the conversation ceased briefly as he passed by, and how these exemplars of Russian high society stole glances at him, sensing a whiff of mystery and danger. He imagined how all these dolled-up women desired him and the men pictured themselves in his place. He was enjoying himself beyond measure, and almost regretted it when a servant came to whisk him away to the most important meeting of his fledgling career.
He followed his guide out of the hall, the sounds of the party becoming gradually muted as they made their way through a patchwork of smaller rooms and staircases until they reached a massive cherry wood door. The servant nodded for Wells to go in and positioned himself to wait, a few steps down the corridor.
Wells touched a tiny marble inserted into his ear which allowed him to understand Russian and translated his own speech. The Ministry had appropriated a handful of such devices from a time traveler they had recently captured. Improbably, the woman from the future had called this gadget the Babel fish,
despite its apparent lack of any ichthyic qualities. Wells inhaled deeply and opened the door.
He entered a spacious study. One wall was lined with bookcases filled with weighty tomes. Directly ahead of him a window took up most of the wall, offering a magnificent view of the Neva River. And against the third wall sat a massive mahogany writing desk inlaid with intricate carvings: a desk fit for a monarch to run the affairs of Europe’s largest empire.
The man sitting behind the desk, however, was not the tsar. He looked to be in his sixties, his gray hair cut short, contrasting with a thick, full mustache and beard. So you’re the one MacLean sent,
said the man after studying his visitor for a few moments.
Herbert George Wells, agent of the Ministry of Preternatural Affairs, at your service.
Wells wasn’t entirely certain if he should salute or bow, so he nodded to the older man and held himself at attention.
And why is it you are here, Mr. Wells?
An audience,
said Wells. I was sent to meet with His Imperial Majesty—
No,
the man behind the desk interrupted.
Beg pardon?
No, you don’t get to meet with the tsar.
The older man leaned forward. The political star of your boss, Ms. MacLean, must truly be at its zenith, risen high since I met her in London a few years ago. She dispatches emissaries to the courts of Europe and issues orders to those clearly above her station. But she has overreached, demanding a royal audience for a British spy. My name is Nikolai Bunge, Chairman of the Cabinet of Ministers. Your agency’s clout buys you a few minutes of my very reluctant attention, and nothing more. So I say again, why are you here?
The Ministry represents more than the interests of the British Empire,
said Wells. Modern science has proven that there’s far more to the world than was previously dreamt of in our philosophy. There are terrible threats just around the corner, nesting among the stars, in other realities, and in the vastness of time. Threats we’re ill-prepared to face. Queen Victoria created the Ministry to arm the human race against the future. The twentieth century is when everything changes. And we’ve got to be ready.
Bunge frowned and made a show of opening and checking his gold pocket watch. I gave you five minutes and you already squandered some of it on a speech that served no purpose other than to make yourself feel important. Kindly get to the point, I have matters of state to attend to.
The weather machine,
Wells blurted out. We know that Russia has a secret weapon capable of altering weather patterns. This technology is of considerable interest to the Ministry, and I’ve been authorized to negotiate for the opportunity to examine it.
Bunge laughed. A weather machine? We have no need of such things. Our cold winters are weapon enough. Just ask Napoleon, or any other invader who had suffered the misfortune of their armies being caught on Russian soil after the snow begins to fall.
Are you certain? Ms. MacLean had it on very good authority—
Bunge waved him off. I have no interest in that upstart’s delusions. Who does she think she is, sending a man-child, barely old enough to shave, and expecting the attention of the monarch himself? No, you’ve wasted enough of my time with your tales of fantastical machines and otherworldly foes. Go back to your master and tell her to keep her odd affairs out of Russia.
Back in the Armorial Hall, Wells sought to soothe his bruised ego with strong spirits. He approached one of several bars set up for the guests. He waited for the bartender to finish serving a glass of sparkling wine to an attractive blonde.
Have you got any gin?
Wells asked.
The bartender shook his head. Vodka,
he said curtly. Seven different flavors.
Obviously,
said Wells. Very well. I’ll have a vodka mixed with a shot of the Kina Lillet you’ve got over there.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the blonde watching him with interest. Perhaps this day wasn’t