Prologue
Tony Newman had suggested, asked, and pleaded before General Kirk gave in. They both knew Tony's position, as a titled "advisor" was largely to keep him on the payroll as gratitude for his past work. Owed a favor, he persuaded General Kirk to authorize the trip.
Dressed in a turn of the century suit, overcoat, and cap; he entered the control room where Doug and General Kirk stood solemnly. Ann and Ray also stood by their control panels as a skeleton crew of technicians attended to the machines behind them. A lone, black leather satchel waited in the Time Tunnel.
Doug gave him a firm handshake, and a "Good luck."
"Thanks," Tony answered him.
"Do you have your radio?" Asked a concerned General Kirk.
"It's good," Tony said, opening his jacket to reveal a small walkie-talkie clipped to his belt.
Kirk nodded and shook his hand, whispering, "This is supposed to be official use, so try to come back with something of historic interest, hm?"
Tony made his goodbyes to Ann and Ray before stepping into the Time Tunnel. Taking the satchel in hand he stood and waited as the Tunnel hummed to life and after the customary thunder and lightning, sent him on his way.
"Well," Doug said breaking the silence, "let's hope it all works out."