Traveler: Storyteller Tales: Cleaning Up and Heading Out

            The instant Nameless vanished from New Mexico, he appeared outside Washington at the headquarters of the Men in Black.  Then he went away and Glen returned, and he chided himself because the gods were not supposed to interfere like that.  Usually, they did not.  Often, he did not even remember them, but for some reason in this difficulty, they felt very close.  Glen did not know if he should be comforted by that or worried.

            “Hold it there, buddy.  This is a restricted area.”  The building had been taken over by the marines.

            “I have a telegram for a Colonel Weber”  Glen deliberately said “Weber” rather than “Veber.”  “With a cc to Ms Roberta Brooks.”  He smiled for the marines. 

            “Wiseguy,” one of the marines said.  “You better put your hands up.”  He pulled his gun.

            Glen complied.  “Take me to your leader,” he quipped.

            “Lock-up?”  One marine asked the other.

            “Traveler!”  It was Lockhart inside the doorway.  “Put that gun away.  You’re lucky the Traveler didn’t hurt you.”

            Glen looked at his friend and did not have to ask his question out loud.

            “Boston saw you on the door monitor and I was closest.”

            “Glen.”  It was Bobbi.  Mariam was with her and Colonel Weber was right behind.  “We got a coded message on an internal frequency.   Kairos is the only clear word.  People are working on it.”

            “Let me see,” Glen said.  His hands were still up so he could not take the paper from Bobbi’s hand.

            “Put that gun away.”  The Colonel scolded the man at the door.  That marine did so quickly and Glen took the paper. 

            “Don’t be hard on him, Colonel.  He was just doing his job.”  He looked up.  “And by the way, you will be able to go home soon.  Please take your grunts with you.  I have been very patient.”

            “What is it?”  Bobbi could not contain herself.

            “A language, not code.  Take your people off the assignment.  Tell Fyodor we have to go.”

            “Any chance?”  Bobbi looked at him, but Glen shook his head.

            “Sorry.  Lockhart will have to represent you all, and Boston I suppose.”

            “Well, maybe I quit.”  Bobbi said.

            “Can’t.  I need you too much.  There is a clause that says you can’t quit when we are under occupation.”  He glanced at Colonel Weber as if Bobbi did not understand.  “How is Miriam working out by the way.”

            “One bright spot,” Bobbi said grumpily as Glen walked with her back into the building.  Glen was glad to hear it and he smiled for Miriam who returned the smile and offered a little salute.

            “So what is happening?”  Colonel Weber interrupted the moment.

            “Progress.”  Glen said and added more quietly, “I hope.”


            Fyodor was in the war room as Colonel Weber dubbed it.  He was sipping his coffee and chewing on a turkey sub.  “Lunch?”  He looked up.  “Bill and Farquanded volunteered to work the systems in flight and watch the ship after we get to wherever we are going.”

            “Good,” Glen said.  “But no lunch.  I really don’t have the appetite.”  He rubbed his belly like he had an upset stomach.  Besides, he just stuck his head in to see about the travel arrangements.  He was glad Fyodor had the foresight to work things out.

            “What did I miss?”  Boston asked as soon as she came in.  She pushed Lockhart along in his wheelchair. 

            “Nothing,” Glen said.  “Alice took good notes and she asked if you will do the same.  Meanwhile, if everything is set for the journey, I need to see the prisoners.”

            “Of course,” Lockhart signaled Boston to turn him around, but Glen stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

            “You need to get ready to travel,” he said.  “Bobbi?”  Of course she would take him to the prisoners.

            “Where are we going?”  Fyodor asked when Glen was in the doorway.

            “The asteroid belt,” Glen answered.


            Glen looked at the prisoners and only half listened when the doctors apologized for the treatment.  “We bandaged their wounds and set some bones, but we really don’t know enough about their anatomy and chemistry to do much more.”

            “It’s alright,” Glen assured the man.  “Please wait in the view room with the others.”  He added a smile of reassurance before he turned on the guards.  “Marines, out.”

            The marines hesitated.

            “Colonel!”  Glen called, but Colonel Weber did not respond.  The Colonel was one who only saw things his way and in this case he intended to keep these Vordan under guard, he thought, for everyone’s safety.  Glen shrugged and left that place.  He let Junior step into his shoes because Junior was the only one of the four gods he had not yet touched.  Junior snapped his fingers and the marine guards found themselves standing in the field out in front of the building.  Two of the more mobile Vordan immediately stood, no doubt to attack him, but they found their feet stuck fast to the floor.  Then Junior spoke.

            “As we speak, your Admiral and his Adjutant are negotiating visitation rights for the Vordan on Earth.  This is a Kargill planet.  You are from Reichgo space.  The Reichgo and Kargill signed a treaty to that effect.  There is no reason we cannot sign the same.”  He paused because these soldiers probably did not understand the politics of all that.

            “You fought valiantly and should in no way consider yourselves surrendered or prisoners.  You are our guests, and our doctors have done their best to see to your comfort.  The misunderstanding that caused us to fight has been resolved.  We are no longer at war, and I will gladly return you to your people whenever you are ready.”

            “Grog cannot be moved,” one Vordan said.

            Junior knew that, but he waited to be invited, but then he thought Grog was the name of some reptile creature on the old Star Trek television show, or some cavemen.  He wasn’t sure.  One wave of his hand and Grog was healed, not completely, but enough so he was no longer in danger of dying.  Then Junior looked at the Vordan who spoke.

            “Anything else?”  He got a clear image in his mind and responded.  “I’m afraid the female is something you will have to work out on your own.”  Then he watched and listened.  Vordan laughter was very different as was the vision of one embarrassed Vordan.  “Live well and die well,” he said, and with another wave of his hand the Vordan were returned to their mother ships in New Mexico.  The first thing he heard after that was Colonel Weber.

            “Hey!  Those prisoners were the property of area 51.”

            “Colonel, I have told you intelligent species are off limits for experimentation.  Get the message.”  And Junior vanished as well to appear next to the ramp that lead up to the Stealth Bomber turned company jet.  “Boston,” he saluted the red head before he vanished and Glen returned to his own time and place.  “I hope we are ready to go.  Colonel Weber is not a happy camper at the moment.”

            As soon as they were boarded and Glen gave the address in New Jersey, Boston could not contain herself.  “Who was that?”  She asked.

            “Junior,” Glen responded.  “Son of Amun and Ishtar.”

            “You never mentioned him before.”

            “No, but I borrowed him once before.  It is a bit off topic to where we are going and the problem we are dealing with, but I suppose you better get out your notepad so you can fill in Alice later.

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