Chapter 15
A week had passed and Sabrina returned to Townsend Detective Agency to give her report on Station 51. She sat on a cream colored sofa, sporting a lace accented white blouse with white bell bottom pants and heels. Her two partners also sat on the sofa as well. Jill Munroe, a blonde hair beauty sporting a red button down blouse and gray slacks. Kelly Garret, a brown haired woman wearing a peach sweater and blue slacks. At one end of the room sat a large wooden office desk with dark haired man with a rounded face dressed in a blue shirt with a black tie matching trousers, John Bosley. On the desk sat a speaker connected to a phone line.
"How did it go, Angels?" as smooth voice came over the speaker.
Sabrina went tight-lipped and wide-eyed.
Kelly stated. "Station 58 is clear. I don't see anything alarming there."
Jill added. "Station 55 is clear." She looked to Sabrina expecting the same report. She cocked her head Sabrina had not said a word.
"Sabrina?" Jill asked worried.
"The arsonist is not in Station 51. He's in Station 60." she informed.
John Bosley asked in a gravelly voice. "What makes you say that, Sabrina?"
She sucked in a breath. She didn't want to lie to her friends and employer but she promised Sam that she would keep the engine safe. "Well…" she winced. "Station 51 is in a…situation…that is concerning. But it has nothing to do with the arsonist."
"Why do you think he's in Station 60?" Kelly wondered. "None of us are assigned to that station."
She opened her purse and removed the folded up article that was printed in the future off the computer. She unfolded it and handed it to Kelly. "Read this."
Kelly's eyes grew wide upon seeing the paper. "What is this?"
"Just read it." she sighed.
"This is a copy of a news article that has not been printed yet." she noted the date. "How did you get this? Why is it on a typing paper?"
"That's printer paper." she told her. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "Station 51 and a woman named Sam DeSoto needs our help. We can't tell anyone what is going on inside the station. The men have it contained. Sam is trying to get it under control. She needs to build this special kind of engine to control it."
The voice came over the speak again. "What is going in the station, Sabrina?"
"Charlie!" she pleaded. "It's very serious. Sam needs your help. But she doesn't know who she can trust."
"Tell me the situation." he requested.
"Sam is the granddaughter of Roy DeSoto. He's firefighter and paramedic at Station 51. In the year 2025, the station is abandoned because a new Station 51 will be built to replace it. Roy is retired and he helped Sam buy the old station for her prototype engine. The engine is called a gravitational wave engine. It's the kind of engine that would make space travel possible. Sam built a prototype in the bay of Station 51 in 2025. There was accident during a pre test. The engine did two things. It sent her grandfather, Roy and his friend, Johnny back mentally to when they were younger and it ripped a hole in space fabric and sent Sam back physically when she tried to shut the engine down. That hole is still there. It's called a wormhole and one end of the hole is in that bay near the engine and the other end is moving inside the station itself. They are tracking the wormhole by sending empty water bottles through. One of the firefighters, Chet is currently in the year 2025 and helping Sam's grandfather and Johnny who are watching her engine and sending her support though the wormhole. I accidentally got caught up in the wormhole, went to the year 2025, saw the engine with my own two eyes, got the information off a computer that is way more advanced than anything we have today and was sent back with the print out. I know how it all sounds. It sounds crazy. It's not a joke! Chet has been sending the men very advanced kitchen appliance and entertainment systems from the future. You know that Atari video game system that is all the rage? Chet just sent them a system called a Nintendo which is far more advanced than anything Atari has."
Charlie stated. "If what you say is true, Sabrina. Then the future of mankind is sitting in a fire station in L.A. County."
"I know." she agreed. "Sam is my friend. I want to help her. She's a good person. I just don't know how to help her."
Bosley stated. "Sounds like she needs security for her engine and help getting it under control along with this hole…thing."
"They knew before I came in who I was and what I did." she informed. "They know all about us and our futures. They have access to this thing called an internet which is an open source intelligence computer system. I've been on it and I can tell you they can find a lot of information." she informed. "Including background checks on individuals."
Jill stated. "I would really like to see this internet thing."
"How much help do they need in 2025?" Charlie asked.
"It's literally Johnny, Roy and Chet holding the fort." Sabrina stated.
"Angels. I think they could use a few former police officers to assist in security." Charlie suggested.
Bosley agreed. "If your friend Sam is willing to let us help. We will help her." He then admitted. "I wouldn't mind seeing this myself."
"It needs to be kept quiet. For obvious reasons." Sabrina insisted.
"Obviously!" Bosley agreed.
Meanwhile
Chet sent a new stack of DVD's to the men at the fire station. Many were movies and a few were television series. Some were old classics in black and white and some more recent and in full color with high definition. Sam, was rather busy and did not pay much attention to the selection that was sent to the men. Sitting at laptop on the kitchen table she heard sounds effects of a violent nature. She glanced up and spied a recent superhero movie playing out. She recognized the character dressed in a red suit.
"Dead Pool?" she winced. Her mouth dropped as she watched the fight scene play out. She realized it was all computer generated and fake but it was still disturbing to her. Sam's taste in films were more down to earth and actually preferred fairy tales such as Shrek. Much to her shock the guys seemed to like the actions scenes. "What the hell are they watching?" she asked herself.
Roy walked into the kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee. He noticed the very violent movie playing on the television. He then looked at Sam's disturbed face. "You never did like action or horror movies." he recalled.
She pointed. "That is just sick."
"Kind of is." he had to agree. He gathered his cup and took a seat. "How's it going?"
"Slow." she stated. "I have no idea if this program will work. Chet is sending me the parts for the second engine. He's got the hang of the lathe and equipment now."
"Chet is going to stick right by your side." he assured her. "He won't give up until you are back safe and sound."
"And he's home." she assumed.
"Hope he comes back." Roy confessed. "He seems taken to your time like a duck to water."
She nodded. "I see that. I'm like a fish out of water here." she mentioned.
He shook his head. "I think you have done a great job. You go on calls with us and are real good with patients. You would make a great paramedic."
She gave a soft smile. "Thanks Grandpa." She didn't wish to be a paramedic even after being stuck in 1975 for weeks.
"I'm serious." he insisted.
She agreed. "I know."
Johnny then walked into the kitchen for a coffee and snack. He noticed the Dead Pool playing. He winced. "Man…I never could understand the fixation with all those superhero movies." He gathered his coffee and a donut and took a seat at the table with Sam and Roy. "How's it going?" he asked.
"Slow." she replied.
Johnny glanced at the movie. "What is with your generation and those movies, Sam?"
"My generation? I think it's more of a guy thing. Your generation is watching it." she soured. She then wondered, "Can't they watch something less graphic?"
Roy smirked. "They already went through all the Baywatch disks."
Johnny chuckled. "You mean Babe watch."
"Most women do not have bodies like that." Sam complained. Se then asked. "What is it with men and boobs anyways? I just don't get the obsession."
Roy explained. "I think it's part of reproduction. Big breast and feeding babies."
"Then why is it that men who seem obsessed with women's boobs usually don't want kids?" she questioned.
He shrugged. "I don't know. Some deep psychological issues?" he pondered.
Johnny changed the subject. "Sabrina is coming with me to the fireman's banquet. You got a date lined up, Sam?"
"Banquet?" she asked.
"Each year the city host a dinner and awards ceremony. All firemen are invited. You get to bring one guest." he informed.
"How much?" she wondered.
"It's free." he told her.
She shook her head. "I'm not really a firefighter, Uncle Johnny. This is just a cover for me. I don't belong."
"Sure you are." he disagreed. "You have been going on calls with us and you have done some check overs and helped us out a lot."
Roy agreed. "You should come. You deserve a nice dinner too."
She sighed. "I should really work on the engine." She countered. "Beside, who am I going to invite? Greg Brady?" she threw his name out.
Johnny kept a straight face. "You could. He is an explorer. He does like you."
"No way." she shook her head. "I would invite Colonel Austin before him."
Roy suggested. "How about go with one of the guys from the station?"
"I'll just hang out with you and Johnny." she offered. "Can I wear my uniform or do I need to go buy a dress?" she asked.
"We can scrounge up a dress uniform for you." Roy stated. "Or, you could buy a dress you like."
She shook her head. "If I am going to this banquet as a firefighter and all you guys are wearing dress uniforms, then I should wear one too."
Johnny smirked. "Considering how your generation dresses, that's probably a good idea."
She rolled her eyes. "We're not all crazy."
"Just half?" he teased.
"I like to think a little less than half." she winced. She then muttered. "You boomers think my generation is crazy. You guys were the hippies. How many shades of green do you guys have? Mint green, avocado green, pot green."
Roy confessed. "Fashion was kind of cheesy back in the seventies."
Johnny smirked. "But we're young and chicks dig it."
Captain Stanley entered the room. "Can you guys turn that t.v. down?" he huffed.
One of the men found the remote and placed the film on pause in the middle of a graphic fight scene. "Sorry Cap." he apologized.
"Listen up. I just got a personal call from a man named Charles Townsend. He owns that detective agency Sabrina works for. Guy is a millionaire. Sabrina debriefed them on what is going on here. They want to help." He looked at Sam. "He wants to meet with you personally, Sam. He wants to help you with your engine and invest in it."
She sat shocked. She looked at Roy with worry and concern.
He soothed. "You were talking of selling it to SpaceX. Maybe Townsend can help. This is kind of over our heads."
She gathered herself. "Is Mr. Townsend coming here?"
"In person." he nodded. "He is flying back to the States from his private island in the Bahamas."
"I'll speak with him." she agreed sounding worried.
"This could be a good thing." Johnny agreed.
She kept her voice low. "We need Chet to run a detailed check on him. Make sure he's not some government asset like Epstein."
Johnny became alarmed. "We will."