Time Fractured

By Brian K. Larson

German V2 rocket scientist, Wernher von Braun, and his scientists, are executed instead of surrendering to Allied forces at the end of World War II.

Tipper and Jonas travel back to 1945 to fix the time fracture. When the plan goes awry, Tipper finds herself trapped in 1945, with no way to recall.

Will Jonas discover a way to rescue Tipper, while repairing the timeline?
Find out in this, high-velocity, second installment of the Time series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brian K. Larson
• Release date: Jan 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370588923

Brian K. Larson

Brian was born and raised in Seattle in 1959. He grew up in the town of Mount Lake Terrace, a small suburb north of the city. Brian, being the youngest, had two siblings, his eldest brother, Mike and sister, Pam. School was challenging, as Brian suffers with Dyslexia, a learning disability that affects 1 in 15 Americans. That didn’t stop Brian. He was named "bookworm" in school because he always had his nose in a book.Brian received his MBA in 2010 in Business, now writes for fun, living his lifelong dream of writing science fiction books. He enjoys his off time, with his seventh grade sweetheart, Diana Rose now for going on sixteen years. She has been by his side and continues to supports his writing. Brian says that without her encouragement, his dream would never have become a reality. They now live in Marysville, Washington, and enjoy three wonderful kids and eight grandchildren. They range from newborn to thirteen, and he says they are so special and great to have around.It is Brian’s hope that through his writing he will fill hearts with joy to readers all over the world, sparking their imaginations.

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T I M E

Fractured

(Vol. 2)

By Brian K. Larson

Time Fractured

Brian K. Larson

Published by Slipstream Publishing

at Smashwords

Copyright © 2016 Brian K. Larson

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any way by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording or otherwise without the prior permission of the author except as provided by USA copyright law.

This is a work of fiction, all the characters and events in this novel that appear similar to persons living or dead are unintentional and are completely coincidental.

DEDICATION

I dedicate this book to all the men and women police officers around the world that put their lives in danger to protect and serve our communities. These men and women are a special creed. They come to work every day knowing that this may be their last. Regardless of this, they strive in keeping us safe from danger.

Thank you for your service.

Author, Brian K. Larson

CONTENTS

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty-One

Epilogue

Sneak Peek

One

Time is peculiar if you think about it. We cannot see time, move it, taste it, or smell it. We only know it exists through our perception. Time moves faster in some situations and slower in others. What is time?

Time is a component quantity of various measurements used to sequence events, and we use time to compare the duration of those events. We measure the intervals between events, and to quantify rates of changes in our own perceptions. Only in our subconscious mind, can we change time and our reality.

If someone has figured out how to time travel, we may never know in our conscious experience that anything has changed.

Earth Year:

1945/04/01 - 10:10:36

Mittelwerk

Harz Mountain Range

Tipper leaned closer to Jonas from the sidecar, Faster!

Yelling over the sound of the motorcycle the two motored down the bumpy dirt road.

I know! I know! Jonas yelled in return, wet dirt and mud caking over his goggles, I’m going as fast as I can, already!

Tipper turned in the sidecar and tugged Jonas’ SS jacket, They're gaining on us!

You remember what the Attendant said, right? Jonas gunned the throttle and kicked down a gear to take the next corner.

I remember many things, which one? Tipper continued to shout and squished low in the sidecar as they took the corner.

Jonas let up on the throttle and down shifted as they slid around the corner. The edge of the sidecar smacked across three wooden fence posts.

Cuttin’ that a bit close, ain’t ya’? Tipper said with panic.

Don’t worry about a thing, sweetie, you’re still in one piece.

Tipper examined the post marks on the edge of her sidecar and slapped Jonas’ arm.

Ouch! What was what for?

The motorcycle and sidecar bumped across a rut. Jonas’ rear lifted high into the air before he regained control, Whoo hoooo! Nothing like a little adrenaline in the morning, right, Tip?

The American’s Jonas... they’re almost close enough to fire those machine guns on their bikes!

After three more rough bumps, Jonas took the right fork in the muddy road. Their ride slid sideways and Jonas held the corner with perfection.

That’s more like it, Tipper smiled, Go Skipper!

The Attendant, remember now?

Yeah, Tipper shouted, the transceiver.

Yeah, they gave us a way to communicate with them in the time chamber.

Right, calling for back up... you just keep it...

Tipper’s breath was taken away as their bike and sidecar became airborne. The bike’s engine raced as Jonas kept his cool and landed with a bounce, ...on the road.

Roger that, Tip, Jonas said with a smirk. Mud covered his overcoat, goggles, and gloves.

Tipper’s sidecar gave some protection from the flying mud and stayed mostly dry, Bo, Tipper here... we’ve got a problem!

The gleaming star pattern illuminated the black star-covered pyramid. Bo sat at a computer console, constructed near the illumination and beam of light within the pyramid. Pippen stood behind Bo looking over his shoulder. The images of Jonas and Tipper speeding down a muddy road flashed across the screen. A half-eaten hamburger lay next to Bo’s left arm.

Grabbing the burger, he chomped a large bite and chewed as he pointed to the screen with his other hand, Looks like they’re in a bit of a situation.

Bo, Tipper here... we’ve got a problem!

See? Bo smiled up at Pippen, I saw this comin’.

Well, are you going to answer them?

Sure, why not, Bo chuckled at himself, took another bite and chewed as he pressed the transmit button, Bo here, we’re watching what happened back there, stand by.

Pippen sat at the console next to Bo, I see they got the orders and are on the way to where von Braun and the other scientists are.

Yes, but they still have to deliver it, Bo added.

Come on, Bo! We cannot be caught by the allied forces on our tail! Tipper broadcast to the time chamber.

Bo finished his hamburger, chewing as fast as he could, No worries, Tipper, we’re on it. Can’t waste a good hamburger now.

Tipper looked over to Jonas as they rounded another corner on the road, I can’t believe he thinks holographic food is more important that this mission!

The motorcycle bounced twice more, Jonas nearly losing control, his butt lifting in the air off the seat, Yeah, tell him we need that package... now!

Did you get that, Bo? Now would be a good time.

Tipper ducked as low as she could when they heard gun fire from the approaching bikes.

Bo stood up and stretched, Okay, we’re ready. Delivering the package now... Attendant, you ready?

Yes, Bo Richardson, we are always ready. Your gear, the Attendant said as a coil of wire appeared in his hands. You and Pippen have been programed. You may enter the time portal when ready.

Bo looked over at Pip, Okay, let’s do this.

Pippen nodded, and the pair jumped into the light.

Tipper lifted a side arm and returned fire, Nor can I believe I’m actually firing on our own guys!

We can’t let them stop us, Tip, just a little farther!

Rounding another left corner, the sidecar lifted from the ground and Tipper let out a scream before the bike righted itself, Now, Bo!

The bike and sidecar flew across the mud road and a wire raised as they passed. The two in pursuit were yanked off their bikes. The two machines flipped into the air and landed with a splash. The pursuing men landed in the mud on their backs, the wind taken from them. A flash of light lit up the wooded area and vanished before the two mud laden men saw it.

Jonas and Tipper continued on their way at a slightly reduced speed. Tipper shoved Jonas and smiled, Nice job, Skipper.

Tipper heard in her ear the voice of one disgruntled Bo, Hey, what about us?

You guys did fine, thanks for the bailout.

Oh gee, I’m just so overwhelmed with emotion from your praise, Tip. Thank you, so much.

Tipper looked over at Jonas and shook her head, Well, Bo, if ya’ had got here a little sooner...

Yeah, well, I was hungry, Tipper and Jonas heard in their transceivers.

Jonas continued to steer the cycle through the wooded road, Just keep monitoring our progress and we should return shortly.

You got it, Skipper.

Jonas, Tipper shouted toward Jonas, You sure the Attendant says they’ll understand us? I don’t know how to speak German!

Yes, Tipper, Jonas shouted in return, The Attendant said we’ll be able to speak any language through our transceivers.

I don’t know, Jonas, I’m still a skeptic!

I know, I know, Tip. It’s hard wrapping our heads around the alien technology, but we have to trust them.

How far before we reach them?

Should be just about two more clicks.

So this Hans Kammler is our contact for these new orders. What if he doesn’t follow them?

Even though the Germans are winning the war in this timeline, the Soviet army is moving closer. He won’t risk them capturing the five-hundred missile technicians.

So, at this point in history, von Braun is already planning on surrendering to allied forces.

Yes, these orders are for Kammler to evacuate the technicians to the Alps. That gives von Braun the opportunity to surrender to our forces.

At least that’s what the Attendant says, Tipper nodded, clearing some mud from her goggles.

Hang on, this is the last corner.

Jonas gunned the throttle and down-shifted as he flew the bike around the corner and then came to a stop outside a wooden gate strung with barbed wire.

Shutting the engine off, Tipper and Jonas could hear the voice on the other side of the fence shouting, Halt!

Jonas kicked his leg over the bike with his hands raised. Tipper crawled out of the sidecar.

We have orders for Kammler!

The guard trained his machine gun on the two, Hans wasn’t expecting any orders!

We bring orders from the high command, and I suggest you do not ignore them!

Show me your papers... easy... easy...

Jonas reached inside his jacket pocket and pulled out his travel voucher and the orders, complete with the Fuhrer’s seal.

The second guard reached over the fence and took them for inspection, Everything is in order, Sir.

The first guard nodded, Open the gate. I will take you to Kammler.

The second guard opened the gate and let the two enter. They followed him to a run-down house and opened the door, After you, he motioned with the barrel of his gun.

Jonas and Tipper removed their overcoats and hung them on hooks on a wall in the entrance.

Hans Kammler stood from a desk, What is this interruption?!

These two say they have new orders for you.

Orders? From the Fuhrer?

The guard questioned them, Why weren’t these orders sent over the radio?

Kammler interrupted his guard, That is because they did not want them intercepted by others listening, you fool!

The guard stepped back and bowed slightly, My apologies, Sir.

It is alright. I prefer my guards to be on alert at all times... dismissed!

The guard pounded his fist on his chest and extended his hand in the traditional salute and walked out of the room.

Now, Kammler said, motioning to two chairs, Sit, rest... it must have been a dangerous journey. Would you like a drink?

No thanks, Tipper answered.

Jonas glanced over to her and returned his stare at Kammler, Yes, thank you.

Kammler stood and walked to a bar off to one side of the room. He took two glasses and poured each a shot and handed one of them to Jonas.

Jonas lifted the elixir to his nose and took in its aroma.

To the Fuhrer! Kammler said, raising his glass in the air.

To the Fuhrer, Jonas repeated, and the two downed their shots.

Kammler returned to his seat behind the desk and looked at the pair.

Tipper grew uncomfortable and asked, Aren’t you going to read the orders?

There is plenty of time for orders, Fraulein.

Jonas leaned forward, We were told to ensure you read them upon delivery.

Kammler abruptly stood with his hands on his desk, Are you questioning my authority, Major?!

No, Sir, Jonas answered as calmly as he could. Just fulfilling my orders.

No one questions my authority!

General, Jonas said, now standing with the man, Are you going to question Reichsführer-SS Heinrich Himmler’s orders?

Kammler quietly returned to his seat, These come from the Reichsführer himself?

Jonas glanced at Tipper who was looking at Jonas in awe and then returned his stare to Kammler, Yes, that is correct... and I am to report directly to him on your acceptance of these orders.

Kammler glanced at the sealed orders on his desk and reluctantly took them. Methodically, he inspected the seal and turned to Tipper, So, Fraulein? What part of Germany do you come from?

Tipper gulped as Kammler broke the seal and flipped the envelope open, Um, I’m with the SS-Helferinnenkorps.

Hmmm, interesting, Kammler said, lazily opening the letter. We do not see too many women serving in the SS.

I assure you, General, Jonas added, She was handpicked for this assignment.

I see, Kammler said, burying his nose in the papers, These orders say we are to evacuate to the Alps.

Yes, that is correct, Jonas said, the soviet army is advancing on this position as we speak.

"My intelligence shows we are advancing and they are in retreat."

Tipper stood with Jonas in a bold move, Are you going to follow these orders, SS-Obergruppenführer?

Kammler shot Tipper a glare, There are only a select few that know of this new rank. How is it you do? he asked with raised eyebrows.

The door to the house shot open with one guard running in, General, the soviets are approaching!

Kammler tossed his orders on the desk and came around to the man, Assemble your firing teams, and execute the technicians immediately!

The guard saluted Kammler and left to carry out his orders.

What about your orders from Heinrich, Jonas asked.

We’re too late. We must take arms and join the others on the front-lines!

Machine gun fire was heard, followed by screams of men succumbing to the SS weapons.

Tipper and Jonas shot each other a glance and ran out the back. A beam of light flashed, and the two vanished from 1945.

Two

FTL Year:

2518/11/21 - 13:16:47

Time Chamber

The beam of light within the star-covered pyramid glowed brightly as Jonas and Tipper jumped through. They landed inside the area of illumination, the pillar of light returned to its normal brilliance. Bo and Pippen