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Chapter I The Titanic Mission
When a probe sent back by the Time Watchers group sees that the iceberg which the Titanic hit, was spotted later than it actually was, the group knew that the loss of life would be more horrific than it actually was. Knowing that someone had to go back and alert the lookouts sooner, it became apparent that the time traveler must be a woman to increase her chances of surviving by getting a seat in a lifeboat. Debby Fisher, an expert SCUBA diver, is asked to take on this mission. However, things go wrong fast and she must adapt in order to survive along with a passenger who had survived the original sinking.
Chapter II The Gold Rush Mission
California was a small port with a small population and nothing on the horizon until gold was discovered there. However, a time probe sent back to record that moment saw that the gold nugget was overlooked and the gold rush never took place. This kept the huge flow of migrants from China, Ireland and all of the other countries from entering California, keeping it a third rate state rather than the great state she became with the gold rush. Whoever the 1800 club sends back to that time period will have to face the many hardships of traveling across the early country, so they elect to send back a direct descendant of an American Indian. The prejudice against anyone not of their color does not make it easy for the time traveler to make sure the gold is discovered as history said it was. Along the way he befriends a few future champions of the law.

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Chapter 1

The Titanic

Although the night was clear of fog, it was moonless, making visibility poor. The two men stationed in the crow’s nest high above the massive ship, shivered as they tried to alternate between watching for ships and icebergs, and ducking down behind the shielded front to block the wind that the ship’s twenty-two and one half knots generated as she plied through the cold waters of the North Atlantic. At 11:42 p.m., lookouts’ Fredrick Fleet and Reginald Lee spotted a large iceberg directly in front of the speeding liner. Lee sounded the ship’s bell three times and picked up the telephone connecting him with the First Officer on the bridge. He shouted clearly into the mouthpiece, ‘Iceberg, right ahead."

On the ship’s bridge, First Officer Murdoch’s knuckles went white as he gripped the telephone and gave the order to the helmsman, Hard-a-starboard. The man responded by quickly turning the wheel to the left as Murdoch ordered the engine room to put the engines in reverse. Then all who knew of the iceberg, braced for the collision, which followed at 11:42 and 37 seconds p.m. on Sunday, April 14, 1912.

Turning towards the left, the ship’s right side collided with the, almost steel-hard, iceberg, ripping a long gash down her side. Circling above the stricken liner was an albatross seemingly doing what all seabirds do: looking for food.

DATELINE: 2068 PLACE: HISTORY TRACKING CENTER, NEW YORK CITY

John Hyder sat sipping a coke as he studied a hologram brought back from scanning the Titanic as she cut through the dark waters of the Atlantic Ocean. The night-vision scanner that the probe used for seeing in the dark clearly showed the ship with the iceberg directly in its path. John shuddered and turned the hologram off early, as he thought, Boy, I have a hard time watching that event even though it happened over one hundred years ago.

He shook his head as he berated himself, Darn John. It’s your job to watch it, no matter how you feel about it. It’s history and that’s why you’re here: To check up on historical facts, no matter how you feel about them.

With a sigh, he returned to the hologram and started it at the scene he was watching when he shut it down. He took another sip as he realized his lips were dry and watched as the ship veered to the left in response to the helmsman. The hologram had a small block of information that continuously updated as the scenes unveiled. This showed that the Titanic collided with the iceberg at 11:42 and 37 seconds p.m. on Sunday, April 14, 1912, and John paused the hologram as he double-checked the figures with the history computer at the end of the conference table, which he sat at.

Yep, he said to himself as he read the information displayed on the screen, They spotted the iceberg at 11:40 p.m. and the collision took place at 11:40:37 p.m.

He went back to the hologram and was about to shut it off when something suddenly clicked in his head.

According to the history computer they spotted the iceberg at 11:40. Now, what did it show in the hologram? He quickly returned to the beginning of the hologram and saw the information start flowing on the screen as the ship approached the iceberg. He stopped the scene at the ringing of the crow’s nest bell and the block of copy read: Titanic: North Atlantic: 11:42 p.m., Sunday, April 14, 1912.

He sat back a moment and thought, The lookouts spotted the iceberg two minutes later than history said they did. He stood and went to the computer and asked what the consequences could be if the Titanic hit the iceberg two minutes later, and, after reading the answer, called for a full member meeting.

Forty-five minutes later the History Tracking Group was in session with all members present. John had sandwiches and cokes ready for the meeting as it was taking place at lunchtime. He briefed the members and stood at the head of the table as he continued.

"Now, gang, I’m going to read you the computer’s report on what would probably happen if the lookouts’ spotted the iceberg two minutes later than they actually did. He rubbed his eyes momentarily as he thought, Boy, I’m only thirty-eight and I think I’m gonna be needing glasses soon, oh well. He squinted at the typed report and started reading aloud as the group listened attentively.

If the Titanic’s lookouts’ report the iceberg two minutes later than they actually did, this would bring the Titanic on a much sharper angle with the iceberg when the collision occurs. Much more of the liner’s right side will be in contact with the iceberg creating a larger, longer opening in the ship’s side, allowing much more seawater to enter the vessel at a much faster rate. This increased rate of water entering the ship will sink her approximately one hour sooner than history says she sank. This earlier sinking will also affect the numbers of survivors, greatly reducing them.

The group looked at him, then at Jerry Sullivan who sat open-mouthed. This was one of the first times John had not seen Jerry cleaning his glasses, and he remembered that Jerry’s great-great-great-grand mother came over from Ireland aboard the Titanic. His presence here was the proof that she was among the survivors . . . in the version they all knew happened.

Someone must be sent back to correct this. All turned to see Maryellen Muldey as she stood, and, with knuckles on the table, went on.

This not only affects one of our own, but the thousands of other ancestors of the survivors.

John nodded in agreement and asked, All in favor?

The ayes were unanimous, and he opened the door and summoned Ted, the young runner on duty at that time. The young man had his ever-present notebook in his hand as he entered the room.

Yes, Mister Hyder?

Ted, we will need to be sending a hologram to Mister Bill Scott at the 1800 Club in about one hour. He turned to the members and with raised eyebrows asked, Hey gang, the date that we are going to send someone back to is 1912, and the club that Bill Scott runs is aimed at the eighteen hundreds. Do you think he has someone that can operate in the nineteen hundreds?

Yes, answered Alexis Shuntly. He once had to send someone back to the thirties and they handled it well. She faced the others at the table and went on, Remember the Hindenburg problem of 1937? He did an outstanding job fixing that one.

And, chimed in Joseph Sergi, saving Eddie Rickenbacker in World War One back in 1919.

So, no, said Alexis, I don’t think that 1912 will be a problem for him and his team.

John turned back to Ted as the young man made notations in his notepad. Okay, then, Ted. We’ll be getting a hologram to you in about one hour. Will you get it to our liaison, Edmund Scott, so he can deliver it to Bill Scott?

Fine, sir, the young man answered as he left the room.

Well gang, said John as he stuffed his hands in his pocket, I’m going to work up a hologram. Anything you might want to add to it?

Tell him for me, said Jerry Sullivan in a somber tone of voice, Good luck and if . . . I mean when, he pulls this off, I’m buying him a dinner anywhere he wants to go. And, if, by any chance he meets Josephine McMahon, give her a hug for me.

Jerry, said Maryellen Muldey, I remember once you told me the number of the lifeboat she was in. What was that number again?

Lifeboat number ten, answered a smiling Jerry Sullivan as he removed and cleaned his glasses.

DATELINE: JULY 22, 1934 PLACE: NEW YORK CITY

Although the sun was bright, the day was windy as Bill Scott entered the small candy store five blocks from his warm apartment on East ninth-street. He closed the, mostly glass, door behind him and noted that the wind still entered through the space between the old door and its wood frame.

A small man with thick glasses pushed the door tight against the frame, hoping to stop the draft.

Good afternoon, Bill. Coke? asked Mister B. His real name was Mister Baron, but everyone called him Mister B.

Not today, Mister B., too cold. He tipped his head towards the stack of tied up newspapers and asked, Are you going to untie them soon?

Yep, answered the man as he used a straight razor to cut the twine from the recently delivered newspapers. He took the top paper and handed it to Bill who deftly fingered through the large pages.

What‘cha looking for?

Bill looked up and with a big smile on his face answered, Flash Gordon.

Flash Gordon? Who’s that?

Not, who’s that, Mister B, What’s that. You see, today’s the first day of a new comic series, Flash Gordon and I just have to have it.

The small man grinned and shook his head as another customer came in.

Bill finally found what he was searching for: The first time his favorite comic character ever appeared in print; The adventures of Flash Gordon, drawn by Alex Raymond and syndicated by King Features. He then put a hand in his pocket to get two cents for the Brooklyn Eagle newspaper, as Mister B passed a cigarette from his open pack to a young boy and was paid the standard one penny for the ‘loosey,’ which they were known as. It was an old, and unlawful, tradition that many candy storeowners did: take one of their cigarettes from their open pack, known as a ‘loosey,’ and sell it for a penny.

In the center of the newspaper, Bill found the comic and was satisfied. Now, I’ll have that coke, Mister B.

The man went behind the black and white, marble counter and mixed him a coke using coke syrup from a dispenser, and mixing it with seltzer.

Bill put a nickel on the counter, two cents for the paper and three for the drink and took a sip. Mmmm! That’s good, Mr. B, he said as he started to read the comic. A sudden vibration in his inside pocket told him that a message was being sent. Ahhhh, well, I must be off, Mister B, take care of yourself.

The man smiled and closed the door tight behind Bill. The President of the 1800 Club walked quickly with his head down against the wind and was soon back in the 1800 Club’s garden. Stepping into the doorway, he typed in the date he wanted: 11:30 a.m. JULY 9, 2013, pressed the ‘enter’ button and pushed the door open.

DATELINE: JULY 9, 2013 PLACE: THE 1800 CLUB, NEW YORK CITY

Bill entered his den and dropped the newspaper on the coffee table as he settled his six-foot two-inch frame into his favorite leather easy chair and opened the communicator. He pressed the ‘read’ button and the message popped up: BILL, GREETINGS FROM 2069. OK IF I STOP BY? YOUR GRANDSON, EDMUND.

He replied, C’MON DOWN! and sent the message to his future grandson, Edmund Scott.

Bill’s right-hand man, Matt, entered the den carrying a tray of sandwiches and his favorite drink, hot chocolate in his Donald Duck mug.

Hi Matt. Thanks for the lunch. Edmund should be here in a minute. Wonder if he’s bringing a mission down?

I see you visited 1934, sir. One of my favorite times, what with all those thugs and all. Sort of a Wild West of the east. Are you interested in Mister Dillinger?

Bill thought a moment then answered, No, not really. Why do you ask?

Matt pointed to the newspaper Bill brought back with him. The headline screamed: JOHN DILLINGER DEAD!

Oh, actually, Matt, I didn’t even see the headlines, I just needed this issue because, he opened to the comic section and showed him the Flash Gordon comic and continued, it’s the first issue of Flash Gordon and it’s neat to have. Right?

The smaller, sixty-ish, balding man did a slight nod of his head and said, Yes, of course sir. May I read the front page after you do?

Of course, in fact, take it now and I’ll read it later.

There was a tap at the door on the far side of the den and Bill opened it before Matt could move. His future grandson stood framed in the time portal doorway.