Amidst the sun-scorched desert, the military base bustled with anticipation. A Bradley Fighting Vehicle, battle-hardened and imposing, cast a formidable shadow.
Grit swirled in the air, as soldiers, fueled by adrenaline, prepared for the exercise – an unforgiving crucible of war that awaited beyond the base’s fortified walls.
On our walk around the base, me and Jamie stopped by one of the BFVs. The vehicles reminded me of my time in the Army as I served as a driver of one of those.
I wanted to get away from the team and to make sure we were not under Rashmoor’s magnifying glass – CCTV and other surveillance equipment that was present everywhere around the lab.
I needed some quiet time to chat about what happened at the missile range.”
“Jamie, have you figured it out yet? Do you know what happened? Why the Gravity Gun test didn’t open a time-space tunnel?”, I was bombarding her with questions.
She was casually leaning against BFV vehicle, the wind running through her long, black hair with her eyes gently smiling and looking at me flirtatiously.
“I do have a theory about what I may have gone wrong, and if I’m right you may need to pack your bags soon”, she replied acting mysteriously. Her eyes never broke contact with mine.
Why is she acting so strange?
There was a sense of charming satisfaction in her voice.
“Jamie, why are you acting so strange?”, I asked, raising my eyebrow. “Nevermind, no time for this now. What do you mean by I may need to pack my bags soon? Are you not telling me something?”, I tilted my head as I wondered what she meant by that.
“Jack, I think you may have underestimated the base’s capabilities and its power supply.”, a gust of wind blew out her hair which now covered her face. With one movement of her hand, she pulled it back behind her ear.
“I need to have another look at the data gathered during the experiment”, she continued, “but I’m pretty sure the issue is with the energy supply. Namely, you need more power to open a time-space tunnel, Jack”.
Disbelief – probably the best way to describe the look on my face that was now painted all over it. This base has a tremendous power supply and was my last hope to complete Blue Hole, open the time-space tunnel and bring Nathan back.
I was sure my calculations were correct and the base’s energy resources were more than enough for Blue Hole. And if that’s so, what, then, went wrong? Did I miss something? Or was it Jamie’s solution that derailed my project?
I was looking at her helplessly and by the look on her face, I figured she felt the same.
“I’m sorry Jack. I…”, her voice broke down. I could tell she started to feel that she failed me, “I don’t know what went wrong”, she finished with the last words I wanted to hear.
Jamie, my only hope to make the Blue Hole a reality, broke down in front me. And I felt that the same thing was happening with my dream to activate a time-space tunnel and bring Nathan back.
