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This is the property of Prolonged_Debut10. Information available at Literotica.com. All persons in this NOVEL are fictitious. There will be very little sex and it will not be of a graphic or vile nature. I hope you take this journey me as you did in my previous work. There will a great deal of science, how interpersonal relationships work in an enclosed space, and rollercoaster rides through Wormholes, White Holes, and possibly a Black Hole. (Einstein said it was possible; why not give it a try, ON PAPER OF COURSE." Let's Begin.
Chapter 3EE1
7. Transmission.
(Four months later) "Hello, can I speak to a Colonel Lucius Allen, please?"
"I'm sorry the Colonel is on vacation. May I take a message?"
"I knew this damn thing was too good to be true. It said if I called this number I would get $1 million."
"What thing, sir?"
"I am in New South Wales, Australia. I listen to the heavens, look for meteors and meteorites coming this way. I pick up all sorts of messages from NASA, the Russians, the Chinese, the space station, and all kinds of interesting stuff. Last night, I picked up a very weird message from something new. It kept saying it was from something called, "Good Luck 1." I thought I was picking up another Earth side signal, but this one was coming from between Mars and our moon. If it was that robot thing, "Curiosity" sitting up there, the message would have been in code, but the beginning of this message was mostly in English, so I taped it. Then I wrote it down. It said there was a million-dollar reward for anyone that got this message to a Colonel Lucius Allen or a William Zubu, at this number."
"What is your name sir, and what is the closest airport to you?"
"You mean this thing is no joke?"
"What is your name sir?"
"Harvey Dread."
"Mister Dread, what is your phone number and your address?"
"I really don't have an address. I live in a large motorhome and I drive wherever I want. I'm talking to you on a satellite phone. I can give you that number."
"That will be fine Harvey. Where is the closest airport to you please, and how soon can you get there?"
"I can get there in about a week."
"Harvey we need to see that message. It's extremely important to us. Do you have a bank account anywhere?"
"Yes I do. It's the Royal Bank of Scotland."
"Do you have a way to transmit that message to us?"
"Of course, how would you like it?"
"Secure fax to this number: 1- 212 - 991 - 9910. Give me your banking information, and we will transfer the money to it from a local bank in Australia to your bank."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"The man's name you have is not William Zubu, Harvey. It's William Zabo. Do you recognize that name?"
"Yes I do; everyone knows that name."
"I'm his wife Jemma. Not too many people have this phone number. Since you have it, that message came from the spacecraft that was launched on Christmas Day. We need that information, and if you transmit it to us right now, we will make it $5 million."
"Mrs. Zabo, I'm putting it into my fax machine now. I'll send my banking information to you with it."
"Thank you very much Mr. Dread."
As the fax began coming in, Jemma said, "Harvey, you are now on our payroll. You are to continue to listen for anything from the Good Luck 1. You will receive $10,000 a week for your services. If you get a peep, we want to know about it. The money will be deposited into the same bank account with your $5 million."
"I can buy a new antenna."
"By the best antenna there is Harvey, and send us the bill."
"Thank you ma'am, this is the best conversation I've ever had."
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William was walking with his sons; Lucius, and a small army of agents in Central Park, when Jemma called him.
"Hello dear. How did I get in trouble this time?"
"Are the four of you finished playing grab ass, and playing on the children's swings?"
"Considering your tone of voice, we are going to turn around and visit Donald Trump's a skating rink."
"Go right ahead, but since I'm holding a message in my hand from Doctor Even Luck, I thought you might want to get your ass home instead. There have been two more attempts to blow up the spacecraft, and he is pissed. That's exactly the way he puts it in his message. He also believes he knows who the culprit is. He believes it's time for the Colonel to come out of retirement."
"We will be home in 10 minutes dear."
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"Jeff have someone take Patrick ahead of us. I don't want him to hear the language that's about to be used."
"Yes sir.
"What's going on William?"
"We received a message from Even Luck. There were two more attempts to try and blow up the spaceship, and as he said in his message 'he's pissed.' He wants you to come out of retirement Lucius, because he believes he knows who it is, and he wants them to pay dearly. I wasn't aware that you retired."
"Rumors William, just rumors."
"If he knows who's trying to bring down the spaceship, you will be able to find out who pressured them to bring it down. I believe you're going to have some fun. Where are you hiding Paul? I haven't seen him in a few days."
"I sent him up to White Plains. He gets jittery when he doesn't have a rifle in his hands for over 36 hours. They have a range there that's 3 miles long. There are only two rifles in the world that can shoot that far. One is guaranteed to dislocate your shoulder, and the other one, you have to be an absolute master to come closer to 3 yards to hitting your target. Paul can do it 7 out of 10 times. He goes the chiropractor immediately afterwards."
Junior asked, "Why does he do it if it's so painful?"
"Why do these young idiots slide down those railings on their skateboards and wind up with bruises all over their bodies? Then they smile, and do it again? It's for the sport of it. Paul went down to Peru, with two of his friends on a hunting trip. He accidentally wound up in cocaine country. He saw these two animals a little more than a mile away. In 90° heat, and 100% humidity, he took a shot aiming at the bigger animal. The little animal moved into the bullets path. It went through his ear, killing the little animal instantly, and redirected the bullet into the larger animal's throat, causing him a longer and more agonizing death. They were on their way to claim their prizes, when cartel men surrounded the area. They had to leave quickly, before they were spotted. It was a very successful hunting trip, except they could not bring back the heads of their prizes as trophies."