It was back to Saturday, September 27th, 2014, at seven in the morning.
The inside of Wallace’s barn was quiet.
The inside of that room was suddenly filled with that humming sound.
That sound got louder and ear-piercing, but nobody was around to be in pain.
Millions of tiny pieces of red, white, blue, green, and yellow lights appeared racing all over the place.
The colored lights converged into one spot in the air. The time machine reappeared in a poof.
It whirled at a hypersonic speed three feet above the ground.
The spinning of the time machine slowed down.
The bottom part of the machine locked into a stationary position. The four landing legs extended out of the machine and it settled down to the ground.
The humming sound started to get softer.
The spinning of the machine slowed down and stopped.
The time machine was again quiet.
The canopy and side doors opened up, and Wallace got out. He closed the canopy and doors.
He walked away from his machine, then turned around and glanced back at it.
“Where the hell is he?” he asked himself about Clark.
He pondered if he should go back to 1935 and search for his nephew. Then he wondered if Clark found that life in 1935 was precisely what he wanted. After all, he was obsessed with that era.
He left his room and locked the door.
He walked over to the side door and unlocked it and stepped outside.
Once he was outside, he locked the side door, then headed back to his house.
Once Wallace got back in his house, his curiosity got the best of him. He headed off to his study.
Wallace powered up his iMac computer.
He paced back and forth while he waited. The second it was ready, Wallace sat down at his computer desk and opened up the Internet. He typed in a search for Clark Burrows in Yahoo.
He waited for the results.
The results appeared, and there was nothing about the Clark Burrows he knew.
“Damn,” he said while he tried to figure what to search on next. His eyes widened with a possible solution.
He typed in Dirk Beaumont in the search block.
Tons of results appeared for Dirk Beaumont.
He opened up the Wikipedia result for Dirk Beaumont.
He read the information about Dirk and his gang. Nothing was there about Clark.
He saw a listing of all the members of Dirk’s gang.
He clicked on a link for Margret “Marge” Levitt and read about her life and death.
He clicked on a link for Peter Harrison and read about his life and death.
He clicked on a link for Carl Sommers and read about his life and death.
He clicked on a link for Jerome Falk and read about this life and death.
Then he saw a link for the “Unknown Mysterious Member.” He thought that was odd because he knew a little about the Dirk Beaumont gang and never heard about an unknown member.
Then his eyes widened when he had a strong hunch. “I bet ya,” he said then clicked on the Unknown Mysterious Member link.
“Figures,” he said the second the information about this unknown member appeared, and he saw the 1935 mugshot for this member. It was Clark and taken on May 23rd, 1935. “Idiot,” said Wallace while he stared at Clark’s scared eyes in the old black and white photo.
“The identity of the unknown mysterious member of Dirk Beaumont’s gang was never determined. He was arrested on May 22nd, nineteen thirty-five after the Beaumont gang had a shoot out after robbing the Texarkana First National bank in Texarkana. This member had a fake driver’s license for a Texas Ranger from Forth Worth named Jacob “Jake” Johnson. Dirk Beaumont testified that this unknown member had been a member of his gang for a year and killed five police officers and during their heists. Even though this guy never gave his real name, he was executed on Monday, March ninth, nineteen thirty-six,” Wallace read from the Wikipedia article.
He clicked on a picture that showed Clark dead at a morgue in Dallas.
“Idiot,” cried out Wallace then he stood up. “Idiot, idiot, idiot,” he said while he paced back and forth.
Wallace’s eyes widened with an idea. He sat back down at the computer and did more research on the events that transpired with the arrest of Dirk Beaumont and his gang.
After an hour of researching the Internet, Wallace had an idea on how to rescue his nephew. It was a risky plan, but he had to protect his idiot nephew from a premature death before his birth.
He looked at the time on the computer. “Too early,” he said then walked out of his study.
Wallace went into this kitchen where he made a pot of coffee.
After the coffee was made, he drank four cups while he pondered his plan to rescue Clark from being executed.
It was now ten in the morning.
Wallace rushed back to his study and grabbed his cell phone that was on the top of his computer desk. He made another search on his Internet. He punched in a phone number on his cell phone.
He paced while the other end of his call rang. “Melvin’s Antique Emporium,” answered Melvin.
“Yes, I’m looking for something unique and wondering if you have one in stock,” said Wallace.
“I’ll be happy to search our inventory,” said the male sales clerk.
Wallace paced while he told the clerk what he was looking for, then paced while the clerk checked their inventory.
Five minutes had passed, and Wallace was done with his phone call. He shoved his cell phone in his pants pocket.
He rushed out of his study.
He rushed out of his house and headed over to his Cadillac.
He got inside his car and started it up.
He fishtailed in the grass while he raced to his driveway.
After he raced his car down his driveway, he fishtailed onto Maple Road.
A Chevy Impala screeched its tires, and the driver blew his horn pissed that Wallace’s Cadillac almost smacked his car.
Wallace raced his car down Maple Road and could care less he pissed off another driver.
A couple hours had passed, and Wallace was inside Melvin’s Antique Emporium.
He walked up to a counter where Melvin, the owner of the store, worked.
“May I help you?” asked Melvin, the second Wallace, walked up to his counter.
“Yes, I called earlier. Doctor Wallace Burns,” he said.
“Ah yes, I was the one you talked with. I have what you wanted right here,” said Melvin then he reached under the counter and removed an old Bureau of Investigations badge.
Wallace looked at the badge that looked a little tarnished. “That’ll do just fine,” he said then removed his wallet.
“Is there anything else you need?” asked Melvin.
Wallace thought about his question for a few seconds. “An old pistol shoulder holster,” he said.
Melvin glanced around the store trying to think where they might have one.
His eyes lit up when he remembered seeing one the other day. “I believe we have one. I’ll be right back,” he said then walked out from behind the counter.
Wallace waited while Melvin walked over to another area of the store.
A few seconds later, Melvin returned with an old leather shoulder harness.
“We believe this once belonged to a Texas Ranger back in the nineteen-thirties,” said Melvin while he showed Wallace the holster.
Wallace checked out the holster and saw that it had the “JJ” initials burned on the back of the holster. “I’ll take it,” he said then handed it back to Melvin not knowing that the holster once belonged to Texas Ranger Jacob Johnson.
After Melvin rang up the bill, Wallace paid with his credit card then left the store.
But before Wallace headed back to Austin, he stopped off at a Men’s store.
He bought a new black suit and a black Fedora hat.
He left the store and left Dallas.
A couple of hours later and Wallace was back at his home.
After he got dressed in his new black suit and wore his Fedora hat, he went into his study.
He wore his leather holster and the pinned the badge on his white dress shirt.
He felt something important was missing. He tried to think was that was then his eyes widened when he remembered.
He rushed over to the closet in his study.
He opened the closet door and reached up on the top shelf. He removed a box and opened it up then removed a 38 Special revolver. He opened the barrel and saw it was void of bullets. He was glad then shoved the revolver into the holster.
Wallace started to pace around his study while he practiced his plan out loud.
An hour had passed, and Wallace felt he was ready. He was extremely nervous and scared he would end up in jail. But he thought it was his duty to save his idiot nephew.
Wallace grabbed his wallet off his dresser and shoved it into his pants pocket. He rushed out of his bedroom.
After Wallace locked up his house, he rushed away and headed to his barn.
He felt like a 1930s G-man.
He unlocked his side door and rushed inside the barn. He locked the side door from the inside.
He rushed over to his room and unlocked the door. He stepped inside the room.
Wallace rushed over and opened the canopy to his time machine.
He got inside the machine and sat down on the bench seat and buckled up.
He reached up and grabbed a handle on the bottom of the canopy. He pulled it down and closing the canopy and the small doors at the same time with a whish.
Wallace started through his process to activate his time machine.
He had dialed in May 23rd, 1935, 0400 in the “Drop-Off” panel. He dialed in May 23rd, 1935, 2345 in that “Pick-Up panel.
Wallace finished the rest of his process with configuring the time machine. All the lights were green.
The engine in the rear started up with a whine. The engine started to hum.
The humming got louder and was ear piercing. Wallace used his hands to cover his ears while he cringed in extreme pain. He forgot about earplugs again.
The time machine started to slowly spin where part of the bottom that connected to the landing legs stayed stationary.
The spinning started to get faster.
Wallace started to get dizzy inside the time machine while he spun around faster.
The time machine started to spin in hypersonic speeds.
Wallace saw psychedelic colors filled the glass of the time machine.
The time machine rose up off the ground by three inches. The landing legs retracted into the bottom of the machine.
The time machine whirled around at hypersonic speed three feet off the ground.
Wallace passed out and slumped down in the seat.
The time machine disappeared in a poof raining a million pieces of red, white, blue, green, and yellow lights all over the place.
The colored lights dissolved into thin air.
It was back in Victor’s barn again at four in the morning on May 23rd, 1935.
The inside of the barn suddenly was filled that humming sound.
That sound got louder and ear-piercing, but nobody was around to be in pain.
Millions of tiny pieces of red, white, blue, green, and yellow lights appeared racing all over the place.
The colored lights converged into one spot in the air. The time machine reappeared in a poof.
It whirled at a hypersonic speed three feet above the ground.
The spinning of the time machine slowed down.
The bottom part of the machine locked into a stationary position. The four landing legs extended out of the machine and it settled down to the ground.
The humming sound started to get softer.
The spinning of the machine slowed down and stopped.
The time machine was again quiet.
Wallace opened the canopy and side doors of the machine and got out.
He closed the canopy and side doors then rushed over to the side door of the barn.
He turned around and looked at his time machine.
The time machine started to hum.
The humming got louder and was again ear-piercing causing Wallace to cover his ears.
The time machine started to slowly spin, and the landing legs stayed stationary.
The spinning started to get faster.
The time machine started to spin at hypersonic speed.
Wallace stared in awe while psychedelic colors filled the canopy of the time machine.
The time machine rose up off the ground by three feet. The landing legs retracted into the bottom of the machine.
The time machine whirled around at hypersonic speed three feet off the ground.
Wallace watched while his time machine disappeared in a poof raining a million pieces of red, white, blue, green, and yellow lights all over the place.
The colored lights dissolved into thin air.
Wallace carefully opened up the side door to the barn. He cautiously poked his head outside and looked at the house.
The house was dark and quiet, so he stepped outside into the morning.
He walked over to Victor’s pickup truck parked by the side of the barn.
He stood by the pickup and pondered if he should take it. But then he saw a light come on in Victor’s bedroom upstairs.
He rushed away through the grass and headed to the driveway.
Wallace walked down the dark RD 4 and headed toward Austin.
A little while later that morning, Wallace walked up to the entrance of the University of Texas. The campus looked dark since it was only six in the morning.
He got curious and headed off through the entrance of the university.
He walked through the campus and entered the Physics Department building.
As soon as he got inside that building, he made a beeline to Dr. Evans office.
He knocked on the door.
Nobody answered.
He waited in the hallway.
Thirty minutes had passed.
Wallace heard some footsteps coming down the quiet hallway.
He looked and saw Dr. Evans, with his leather case in hand.
“Doctor Burns, you’re a bit early,” said Dr. Evans while he got closer to his office.
“I know, listen, I need a huge favor,” asked Wallace.
Dr. Evans looked at Wallace. “You’re dressed differently today. You look like some type of government agent,” said Dr. Evans while he shoved his key into his office door.
Wallace liked that comment as he knew his plan might have a chance. “I know. I decided to try a new look,” he replied while Dr. Evans unlocked his office door.
“What’s the favor?” Dr. Evans asked while he stepped inside his office.
Wallace stepped inside the office and wondered if he should ask. He hesitated for a few seconds. “I need to get something up in Texarkana.
I need transportation,” he finally blurted out.
“Transportation? Why do you need up in Texarkana? That’s like almost four hundred miles to the north,” asked Dr. Evans while he sat down behind his desk and placed his attache on top of the desk.
“Ah,” Wallace replied, then he felt caught and thought hard for a viable excuse. “Ah, I have some belongings up at my sister’s place. I need them. You know, clothes and other personal belongings. Oh yeah, all my notes from my physics research projects and my physics books.
Will help me with teaching more advanced physics classes.”
“What about your class today?”
“I was hoping you could cover for me,” replied Wallace, then he paused.
“I’ll bring it back full of gas.”
Dr. Evans thought about Wallace request for a few seconds. “I would love to read your notes on your research,” he said.
“You can look at them tomorrow.”
Dr. Evans reached inside his pants pocket and removed his car keys. He handed them to Wallace. “It’s the Chevrolet parked behind the building.”
“Thanks,” Wallace said then he rushed out of the office before Dr. Evans changed his mind.
Wallace ran down the hallway almost tripping over his own two feet on a few occasions.
Once he got to the rear of the Physics Department building, he saw a lone 1933 Chevrolet sedan parked in the facility parking lot.
He rushed over to it, got inside, and started it up.
He drove off through the lot.
Right after Wallace drove out of the university, he stopped at a Phillips 66 gas station and filled the car up with gas.
The attendant wasn’t very observant and didn’t notice that Wallace paid with dollar bills dated 2013 and 2014. He just shoved them in the cash register.
Wallace drove off and headed north out of Austin.
Up in the Texarkana Police Department, Clark was just fed breakfast. Two eggs, two slices of bacon and a cup of coffee.
Marge was served the same at the cell next to his cell. They remained quiet all morning while they pondered their fates.
It was now two in the afternoon.
At the Texarkana Police Department, Clark and Marge were on their bunks in their cells.
“Jake,” called out Marge while she got off her bunk then walked over to the bars of her cell.
“Yeah,” replied Clark, then he got off his bunk and walked over to the bars of his cell.
“I wanted you to know that if things were different, and if I met you before I met Dirk, well, let’s just say that maybe we could have settled down without life on the run,” she said and sounded sincere.
Clark thought about her confession for a few seconds. “I would have loved that,” he said then wished that Marge had been born back in the eighties.
He walked back and sat down on his bunk.
“I can only give you love that can last forever,” he heard Marge softly sing from her cell.
His eyes welled up while he lay down on his bunk and stared at the ceiling.
Up at the front office sat a nineteen-year-old rookie cop named George Jenson.
The other experienced cops were out and about town and left George on watch duty for their two prisoners.
The door of the station opened and entered Wallace looking serious.
His Fedora hat was cocked to give him that tough-guy appearance.
He strutted up to the desk where George sat bored to death.
“May I help you?” asked George.
Wallace glared at George then he opened up his suit coat jacket to show off his badge. “Special agent Wallace Burns with the Bureau of Investigation. I’m here to take one of your prisoners over to Dallas for some serious interrogation. He used the fake name of Jacob Johnson and ran with the Dirk Beaumont gang,” he said and sounded like a G-man.
“Ah, I don’t know,” said George a little unsure on what do to as he wasn’t briefed. Besides, Wallace looked to be a little puny to be a G-man. ?