I-140/TN-62.
Margaret saw the landscape flashing by, and wondered how fast they were going. The Ford's speedometer was right in between 130 and 140, and the old woman wondered how that Veronica Lake lookalike managed to keep the car in the road. Or, for that matter, how those huge SUVs were...
Alcoa, Tennessee.
The flight to Tennesee was uneventful. Agent Reading briefed Margaret on what they might expect on the ground.
"We will be landing at a civilian airport, but on the National Guard side. If we tell you to lay down in the seat, DON'T get up til we tell you to."
"Ya...
Oak Ridge.
Frances was standing under the portico as Dr. Wilcox drove up in a different Ford. This one was even smaller than the one they drove down from Maine in. About as long as an A-model, but even lower. Was cobalt blue and had lettering on the door saying "US Department of Energy." As...
"After you hear what I have to say, I'm willing to bet you'll *want* to come with me."
Hello, Alice. Welcome to wonderland, Reading thought. The shrinks at the outbrief said to break the news gently. Well, they weren't here with this piece of poor white trash that life had taken a big, hot...
Special Agent Reading, Maine. (III)
The door opened and if Morris had been working a subject in Kentucky, the lady (term used VERY loosely) might be called "white trash". Permed hair, and he could tell she had had a VERY rough life. He would bet his very next 3 paychecks he was looking at...
Agent Reading, Maine (II)
He slowly walked up the street, warily watching every alley and cross street. The Russian Mafia were well-known for abducting people that might help them with people they were interested in, and Reading figured it was a good shot they might try for Dr. Gordon...
I'm not, as Oak Ridge WAS fiction in September of '42. Frances' neighbor could only have been a construction worker for one of the Plants or the Townsite.
Special Agent Reading, Maine.
He never ceased enjoying the perks of being a Special Agent with NSA. Free internet research, travel, making a difference in the world. This Dellings case, though, was different. Morris was an old TV buff, what the people in the office insisted on calling...
Day 8, Oak Ridge (1 of 2).
Frances woke up at 5:30, before the ‘phone rang with her wakeup. She rubbed her eyes as she sat up in bed, looking around. Dr. Wilcox had been thorough, that was for sure. The closet was open, and she could see at least a week’s worth of clothes she would wear to...
Day Seven: Oak Ridge.
It had been a full day, that was for sure. They arrived, just as promised, in the town of Oak Ridge about 2 hours after she saw the giant baseball stadium. The hotel was a surprise. Called the Doubletree Inn, it was the tallest building around. Had a full restaurant...
Day Six, Somewhere along I-81 or I-40 in Tennessee.
Frances watched the rolling Tennessee hills go by. Very similar to her own Maine, with white clapboard churches, farmhouses and barns. It seemed like there must be a Missionary Baptist Church for about every 50 Tennesseeans. Dr. Wilcox had...
Let's see.
1940 Oak Ridge: What would become the Townsite in about 2 years was Anderson County, Tennessee farmland. Robertsville and Scarboro were unincorporated communities.
1940 Knoxville: Fountain City was still the largest unincorporated town in the US, home to Knox County's Central...
Day 5, I-81 just outside Staunton, Virginia.
They had just had breakfast at a diner on the road, a garish yellow place called the “Waffle House.” The food was good, though Frances had never thought of waffles with pecans in them. They had gooooood coffee, too. The people were all just so...
Day 4.1
Dr. Wilcox, Marshal Thibidoux, and Special Agent Reading exited the room and left her to prepare to leave. These clothes were not what she had on when she wrecked the Plymouth. There was a pair of the Mickey Mouse shoes, a pair of faded dungarees with a very low waist, and a man's...
Thanks, Lizzie. Seemed to me that ORNL, being heavy duty into quantum physics as they are, might have some interest in a time flux. Good vehicle to get Our Lady up to 21st century speed, too. "The Woman Who Did Not Exist". NSA seemed a great means for ORNL to find her, too. More tonight.
If I could riff off of Lizzie's take (vintage person transferred to Now)
Day 4.
She awoke to the sound of that wretched Dr. Gordon arguing with someone in the hall, and the noise getting closer. 3 men in the awful, poorly-tailored suits the few men she had seen wear suits here insisted on...
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