Mission Accomplished – Mutant 750

Mission Accomplished

Victoria wished she imitated German accents better. It would lead the police to the desired conclusions. Unfortunately, no one in her time spoke German anymore. As a policeman rifled through her purse at the nearby table, she only hoped he found the clue.

The policeman sitting across the interrogation table from her dressed well in a white shirt and tie. It was typical for 1939 in America. Too bad the quality of his brain failed to match his snappy fashion sense.

“You don’t look like no burglar I ever seen, doll,” said Detective Keeling. He lit a cigarette and grinned. “Glamorous, even.”

Victoria’s form-fitting red dress suited the time. Though a little racy, the slit skirt revealed carefully bio-sculpted legs for maximum appeal. Now that she had the policeman’s full attention, it was important to get his brain working. So far, that had proven difficult. Mission commanders insisted she employ subtlety. Victoria had begun to believe a sledgehammer between his eyes was entirely too subtle for him.

“Nonetheless, I’m still a thief. A good one. Only the best for the Reich…I mean, my employer.”

Vaguely mentioning the Nazi’s Thousand-Year Reich, the criminals starting World War Two, will really get their attention, she thought.

“Rick?” said Keeling. “Who’s Rick? Your accomplice?”

“No, I said…” Victoria rubbed her temple. What do I have to do?

“C’mon lady! What were you doing at the lab of…” He consulted his notes. “Leó Szilárd, the matha-me-tatical guy?”

“He’s a physicist.”

“Physician? Nah, he ain’t a doctor.”

Victoria felt a migraine crashing behind her eyes.

“C’mon. Just tell me what really happened,” insisted Keeling.

Subtlety be damned!

“Fine! I’ve traveled back in time to influence your American President to begin the Manhattan Project. There! Satisfied?”

“Oh sure, I know this one,” laughed Keeling. “Dat famous guy wrote a book about time travel. What’s his name?”

“H.G. Wells,” supplied Victoria.

“Nah, dat ain’t it. Babe Ruth! That’s his name.”

Victoria groaned. “Babe Ruth is a baseball player.”

“Well he’s famous!” defended Keeling.

With a roar, Victoria stood up and shoved the other policeman away from her purse. She snatched her lipstick, and pushed the metal end of it right up to Keeling’s eyes.

“So? It’s lipstick,” grunted Keeling.

“Look carefully!”

Keeling’s eyes bulged. “Hey! That’s a Nazi Swastika!”

Victoria collapsed into the other chair with a sigh.

Finally!

Keeling pointed an accusing finger. “You’re a Nazi spy!”

Good boy!

Victoria fell into character. “Zo! You’ve caught zee infamous Frau Zwilling. I nearly ezcaped!”

“Ha! Not on your life, sister,” crowed Keeling. “You can’t fool me so easily.”

Wanna bet?

Victoria checked her watch. She was back on schedule, and none too soon. Jonesy was due to arrive any moment. She decided to continue her German accent after all. Keeling didn’t own the wit to see through it anyway. “I vill still escape meine kinder! Mein Freund Jonesy vill arrife zoon!”

Right on cue, the sound of gunfire erupted from outside the interrogation room. Booms echoed, and suddenly the wall crashed apart. Standing in an enormous hole in the wall was a machine. Or perhaps it was just an 8-foot kangaroo wearing coppery plate armor. Police had trouble trying to delineate what they saw.

“What the hell is that?” shrieked Keeling.

“Mein Freund, Jonesy,” grinned Victoria.

Bullets pinged uselessly off of its armor as Keeling emptied his revolver firing at it. When the ricochets stopped bouncing, Victoria pressed a secret panel beneath Jonesy’s armor, activating its on-board temporal-projection field. Victoria grinned in mock malevolence. “Until vee meet again, Herr Keeling!”

***

Alexander Zachs entered the oval office with trepidation. President Franklin Roosevelt looked up from his papers and glared. “Alex, if this is about that Einstein-Szilárd letter again, I’m still considering it.”

“Yes, sir. But do you remember what you said before?”

“Yes! I want more proof the Nazis are developing their own atomic weapon.”

Zachs handed a document to the President. “This is a police report, describing a break-in at Leo Szilárd’s lab…by a German spy!”

Roosevelt read the report and sighed. “This is most distressing. Alright, Alex! I’ll convene a board that considers Mr. Einstein’s assertions. Will that be acceptable to you?”

The clone of Alexander Zachs, created in 2129, smiled as he walked from the Oval Office. The Manhattan Project would occur after all. Civilian nuclear fission would develop in the 1960s. Cleaner nuclear fusion would follow in 2072. Humanity would be ready when aliens invaded in 2118. People would survive. Mission accomplished!
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Author’s Notes:

Albert Einstein, Leo Szilárd, Alexander Zachs, Franklin Roosevelt, H.G. Wells, and Babe Ruth are all historical figures. History shows that it was the Einstein–Szilárd letter that convinced Franklin Roosevelt to begin the Manhattan Project. My story is the same, with “slight” twist. 😉 I hope you enjoyed a little fun with alternative history. Here’s how it really happened: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Einstein%E2%80%93Szil%C3%A1rd_letter

Each week, the Grammar Ghoul Press offers the “Mutant 750” writing challenge. It includes a photo prompt (seen above) and a word prompt. This week it was “delineate.” Look here to see other stories answering the prompts: http://www.grammarghoulpress.com/gg-writing-challenge-34/

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About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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14 Responses to Mission Accomplished – Mutant 750

  1. twshaw22 says:

    This was brilliant. Good work.

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  2. Tony says:

    This is a stellar ride from start to finish! I love the idea of time-travel, and I totally thought this was not going to end well for anyone, but wow! Great write

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  3. Michael says:

    I thought maybe Victoria was going for the “Let’s kill Hitler” approach, but kick-starting the atomic bomb program was a neat twist. It’s a good thing we’ll be ready when the aliens invade in 113 years. 🙂

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    • EagleAye says:

      Hehe. The assassinating Hitler angle has already been done. I wanted a new approach. Now I just wish we’d pick up the pace when it comes to fusion. That’s a very important step. Thanks Michael! 🙂

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  4. Suzanne says:

    Ooh, very cool! I love the reveal at the end. And I loved the dim-witted policeman. Nice touch. 🙂

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  5. Excellent story! Alternate history can be a good deal of fun.

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  6. It’s obvious. You’ve been watching too many 1940’s Turner Classic War Movies. The best line, and the funniest, of course, you stole right out of one of them: “Until vee meet again, Herr Keeling!”

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  7. Shey says:

    Very interesting story. Enjoyed it.

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