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Frank slowly opened his eyes, in front of him stood a doctor. "Hey Doc, how am I?"
"Mr. Parker, aside from some slight burns and feeling stiff for a few days, you should be fine," The doctor replied.
"So when can I get out of here?" Frank asked, sitting up.
The doctor smiled, "I'll have one of the nurses send up the release papers."
"Thanks. By the way, where are my clothes? I really don't want to walk around in this hospital gown!" Frank requested.
"They are in the closet," the doctor answered. "Also there are some people out here who want to see you," the doctor said, opening the door.
Talmadge and the others sure got here quick! Frank thought glancing at the clock. 4:52 pm, I still have about 4 hours left! "Ok, tell them I'll open the door when I'm done," Frank answered, walking over to the closet.
After changing into his blue jumpsuit, Frank walked over to the door and opened it, "Come on in guys..." Frank stopped when he saw that the people standing outside the door were not Talmadge and the backstep team.
"Mr. Parker?" A tall man stepped forward.
"Yes?" Frank asked, confused.
"I'm Michael Knight," Michael said.
"Well you obviously know my name, what is it you want? Please make it quick, I have somewhere urgent to be," Frank requested, folding his arms across his chest.
"What do you know about this?" Michael asked, holding out a picture of the sphere.
Frank grabbed it. "Where did you get this?"
"It landed on the Foundation's property," an older man said, moving to stand beside Michael.
I've seen him somewhere before, but where? Frank wondered, but he quickly brushed the thought away to the more pressing matter. Frank opened his mouth to say something, but a nurse walked in.
"Mr. Parker? Here is your release papers, if you will sign at the bottom?" The nurse said, holding out a pen.
Frank grabbed it and quickly signed his name. Handing the pen back, Frank said to the other occupants of the room, "Let's take this to a more private place, shall we?"
"That might be a good idea," Michael agreed.
Frank was about to leave the room but stopped and turned to the nurse. "Excuse me, but would you happen to know what happened to my other things? They where not in the closet."
"I don't know, anything that was brought in with you should be in there," She answered. "I could check with the front desk, they might know."
"Don't worry about it, we have them," Devon supplied.
"Ok then, do you need any thing else?" She asked.
"No, that's all," Frank said distractedly.
The nurse nodded and then walked out the door.
"Okay, who are you people and what do you want?" Frank said, sitting in the backseat of Michael's black Trans Am.
"My name is Devon Miles and we both work for the Foundation for Law And Government," Devon replied.
"Wait a minute, your name is Devon Miles?" Frank said astonished. That is impossible!
"Yes," Devon confirmed.
"But, you look so young!" Frank stated.
"Now that is something I have not heard in a long time," Devon responded. "By that you mean I look 15 years younger."
"15 years! What year is it?" Frank asked dreadfully.
"1986," Michael replied.
"I was afraid of that," Frank said softly, leaning back. Ballard, how could this have happened and how am I going to fix it?
After a nervous glance around, Andrew Pys placed some coins into the payphone and quickly dialed a number. The phone rang for a few seconds and then someone picked up.
"Hello?" The voice on the other side said.
"Joel, it is me, Andrew," Andrew replied.
"What do you want? Did something go wrong?" Joel questioned.
"No!" Andrew stressed. "Quite the contrary, this afternoon FLAG brought in some weird type of aircraft. From what I have overheard, it has some very advanced technology inside of it. Maybe more so than the Knight 2000 itself!
"Are you positive about that?" Joel asked, cautiously.
"Yes, I heard Barstow say so herself!" Andrew exclaimed.
"Very interesting," Joel replied. "I want you to find more about it and then get back to me."
"I don't know if there is enough time for that," Andrew answered.
"What do you mean?" Joel questioned.
"I'm not sure how long this craft is going to be here. From what I have heard it does not belong to the Foundation," Andrew explained. "So, if you want to get your hands on it, I'd suggest getting it very soon."