(Part 3)
"OK, Mike... Today go for it. Wring her out... See what she can do. Punch a hole in the sky!" said the Major.
Greenfield replied over the Com speaker in the Control Room: "Sure thing Hap. Can't believe you pay me for this!"
"Some days I can't believe it myself... You been having too much fun up there. But I pay for results. Or Uncle Sam does."
Other than the unusual health benefit of a slight reversal of the aging process, Project 'Golden Rainbow' was a big success.
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The next day...
"Major, can you come look at something in the Medical Lab? You'll find it very interesting" said Kal over a landline phone.
"Sure... On my way!" said Hap.
A short five minutes later: "Hey Kal... Now what exactly, will I find 'Very interesting'?"
Kal pointed at a small fishbowl. "See these three goldfish?"
Hap: "Yeah... So, what of it? A new hobby of yours?"
Kal: "Before the latest test of the craft, these fish... Were all dead. A Time Displacement of some kind. They went back. In Time!"
"Your practical jokes won't work on me, Kal. Surely you jest... You're pulling my leg here. Or trying to... Not like you, Old Boy!"
Kal gave a sour look to the Major. "Hap... Wish I was joking. But these fish were dead yesterday. I forgot to flush them then.
As you can see they are all very much alive today. Some kind of regeneration. And the flowers on your secretary's desk.
They were old and dried up. She says they are garden fresh now. Like they were just clipped from the garden... Look!"
Hap looked... "She sure? This gag has gone far enough. Surely..." Hap's voice trailed off, as he scratched his head. Yes.
Across the secret air base other things seemed to have gone back in Time. Bread in the mess hall was now bread dough.
And more, strange similar type of occurrences had oddly... occurred. "What the Hell exactly is going on here?" thought Hap.
(End of part 3... More to come)