Operation Wolfe Cub: A Chilling Historical Thriller (THE TIME TO TELL Book 1) by H.C. Wells Page A
Authors: H.C. Wells
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flask, and gave a tiny toast in the air. “
Ah
, yes. My scotch…here is to us… through the Gibraltar—then it’s the Atlantic.”
US-2 grinned with the unlit cigarette he’d recently teetered into his mouth.
Doc took another swig and glanced over to US-2. “You learn easy, my irritating good friend.”
He then switched a glance over to US-1 and gave him a silent nod as he unbuckled himself. “I’ve got to go below and check the baby.” Just before he left, he stopped for a second to turn around. There on the floor was US-2’s cigarette lighter, so he picked it up and cordially lit his cigarette for him.
“Thanks.”
Doc put the lighter in US-2’s shirt pocket and patted him on the back. “Just do me a favor. Don’t dump your ashes. Keep your hands on navigations.”
“Don’t worry about me, Doc. I’ll be fine.”
Doc slowly made his way down to the lower deck, where he quickly opened Randolf’s protective capsule. To his surprise, he was sleeping well—like a baby. Without much delay,Doc then stepped through to the small galley to grab a bottle of milk. When he came back, he felt Randolf’s little bottom and sure enough, another mild chore needed tending to as well. A diaper change was overdue, so he went about his business of waking him up, feeding him, and then diving into the diaper changing last.
Apparently, Doc didn’t know exactly what he was opening up. The look on his twisted-up face was priceless. A stench of boiled eggs and rotten potatoes instantly permeated the air. Its fragrance must have lingered with a vengeance too, as Doc wiped the tears from his eyes. His face would have looked better if he’d been peeling onions. Suddenly, he backed off, but not so much from the rotten smell. Randolf had given him a surprise fountain stream of urine too.
As he wiped the baby and the floor clean, he muttered, “
Whew
, God’s Christ O’Mighty. Worse than sea battle. At least we could run away from that.”
Eventually, the unpleasant aroma made its way up to the vicinity of the two copilots, diligently minding their own business. US-1 looked back at the hatch where he last saw Doc. The smell coming up from below was so sour, he thought he could see it too, but nothing was there. Still, he kept looking for it. He must have thought a grotesque pile of dung had to have sprouted out from the corners somewhere. He even looked under his shoes before he barked his confession out loud. “
Eww
, what’s that smell? Hey, Doc! You, old man, close the head down there!”
US-1 then turned his attention to US-2, but US-2 could hardly do a thing. He just shook his head and looked at his cigarette as if it didn’t look all that appetizing to smoke anymore. “It’s not me…wow. Maybe I’d better put my cigarette out before this place blows up.”
Doc’s voice rang out from below, “Christ O’Mighty—I’ve got to throw it out! This’ll kill aquatic animals, I estimate!The child has secret weapons I didn’t know about! Next time, one of you up there has to change him!”
He then climbed back up on deck and strapped himself without much else to say to US-1 and 2 except to groan. He began feeling his controls, fingering everything in sight. Suddenly, he stopped as if he had the overwhelming sensation that he was being watched. “What? Oh, I washed my hands. Christ, it’s true, don’t you two believe me?”
US-2 leaned over to smell him. “What’s that I smell on you, Doc? Baby powder?”
“Yes, foo-foo dust, it is. Don’t you worry, either of you… after a few more days, you’re both going to be asking me for some too.”
----
Chapter 4
Many hours came to pass. Late afternoon caught up with the crew of the US
Wehrwolf
, almost as quickly as the speed at which US-2 was assigned to travel. Even though he began to show cramps, he stayed at one hundred knots for the better part of the day.
As the day drew toward sunset, the sky wasn’t allowing them to see across the sea as far as
Ah
, yes. My scotch…here is to us… through the Gibraltar—then it’s the Atlantic.”
US-2 grinned with the unlit cigarette he’d recently teetered into his mouth.
Doc took another swig and glanced over to US-2. “You learn easy, my irritating good friend.”
He then switched a glance over to US-1 and gave him a silent nod as he unbuckled himself. “I’ve got to go below and check the baby.” Just before he left, he stopped for a second to turn around. There on the floor was US-2’s cigarette lighter, so he picked it up and cordially lit his cigarette for him.
“Thanks.”
Doc put the lighter in US-2’s shirt pocket and patted him on the back. “Just do me a favor. Don’t dump your ashes. Keep your hands on navigations.”
“Don’t worry about me, Doc. I’ll be fine.”
Doc slowly made his way down to the lower deck, where he quickly opened Randolf’s protective capsule. To his surprise, he was sleeping well—like a baby. Without much delay,Doc then stepped through to the small galley to grab a bottle of milk. When he came back, he felt Randolf’s little bottom and sure enough, another mild chore needed tending to as well. A diaper change was overdue, so he went about his business of waking him up, feeding him, and then diving into the diaper changing last.
Apparently, Doc didn’t know exactly what he was opening up. The look on his twisted-up face was priceless. A stench of boiled eggs and rotten potatoes instantly permeated the air. Its fragrance must have lingered with a vengeance too, as Doc wiped the tears from his eyes. His face would have looked better if he’d been peeling onions. Suddenly, he backed off, but not so much from the rotten smell. Randolf had given him a surprise fountain stream of urine too.
As he wiped the baby and the floor clean, he muttered, “
Whew
, God’s Christ O’Mighty. Worse than sea battle. At least we could run away from that.”
Eventually, the unpleasant aroma made its way up to the vicinity of the two copilots, diligently minding their own business. US-1 looked back at the hatch where he last saw Doc. The smell coming up from below was so sour, he thought he could see it too, but nothing was there. Still, he kept looking for it. He must have thought a grotesque pile of dung had to have sprouted out from the corners somewhere. He even looked under his shoes before he barked his confession out loud. “
Eww
, what’s that smell? Hey, Doc! You, old man, close the head down there!”
US-1 then turned his attention to US-2, but US-2 could hardly do a thing. He just shook his head and looked at his cigarette as if it didn’t look all that appetizing to smoke anymore. “It’s not me…wow. Maybe I’d better put my cigarette out before this place blows up.”
Doc’s voice rang out from below, “Christ O’Mighty—I’ve got to throw it out! This’ll kill aquatic animals, I estimate!The child has secret weapons I didn’t know about! Next time, one of you up there has to change him!”
He then climbed back up on deck and strapped himself without much else to say to US-1 and 2 except to groan. He began feeling his controls, fingering everything in sight. Suddenly, he stopped as if he had the overwhelming sensation that he was being watched. “What? Oh, I washed my hands. Christ, it’s true, don’t you two believe me?”
US-2 leaned over to smell him. “What’s that I smell on you, Doc? Baby powder?”
“Yes, foo-foo dust, it is. Don’t you worry, either of you… after a few more days, you’re both going to be asking me for some too.”
----
Chapter 4
Many hours came to pass. Late afternoon caught up with the crew of the US
Wehrwolf
, almost as quickly as the speed at which US-2 was assigned to travel. Even though he began to show cramps, he stayed at one hundred knots for the better part of the day.
As the day drew toward sunset, the sky wasn’t allowing them to see across the sea as far as
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