Operation Wolfe Cub: A Chilling Historical Thriller (THE TIME TO TELL Book 1) by H.C. Wells
Authors: H.C. Wells
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remembered he didn’t have his spectacles on. “
Hmmm, dummkopf
….there’s nothing out there. Can’t you see?”
US-1 walked up to the edge of the glass. “I’m sorry about this, Doc but—I saw it too. It was maybe twenty meters—as big as the front of the ship.”
US-2 stepped up from behind, “More like thirty meters long, damn it. It was huge, right there—in front of my face.”
Doc moved aside. “I don’t have time for fish stories, gentlemen.”
Just about then US-2 spotted another shark, one quarter the size, circling the bow. “Look, Doc, see?”
Doc barely caught a glimpse of it. “
Pssss
, that? Get a hold of yourself, Christ O’Mighty. You two are beginning to worry me already.” He then pushed a button on the control panel, closing the scale shutters, “I told you two to close the shutters. Now don’t forget next time.”
Just then, Randolf began to cry, catching Docs undivided attention. “There, look, see what you did? We woke him up… one of you stay on watch and do it right. I don’t care who it is. I’ve got to go down to quiet the poor lad. We’ve got a big day ahead of us…I’d best be gone for now to get some sleep.”
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Chapter 3
The next day’s bright, early morning spread itself across the wide, open sea. No discernible trace of light, however, was visible inside the US
Wehrwolf
several fathoms beneath the surface.
Blang-alang-alang-alang!
The sound of an alarm clock suddenly raided the inside of the cockpit down at the feet of both officers sleeping all too deeply, but to the foggy dismay of just one of them, it kept ringing. US-1 was the one awakened by it first. It took some time before he realized the dreadful sound intruding into his dreams wasn’t supposed to be there. Slowly, he began the dizzying task of finding the location of the nuisance. Since his eyes didn’t want to open too well, he felt around for the clock first. That didn’t work, so he staggered to the more plausible areas around his chair and on the floor. It wasn’t anywhere in sight, so he relied more on his ears. Unfortunately for him, the entire cockpit sounded like an alarm clock.
Frustration bubbled, until finally, he started to get used to the obnoxious sound. While in the midst of his quandary, he glanced over to US-2, only to be splashed by a new frustration. Jealousy must have looted what little bit of good feelings he had left, for his comrade was still fast asleep. To make matters worse, he even looked comfortable through the continuous ear-piercing assault.
US-1 found the clock in short order after that. It was hidden in one of the most inconspicuous areas on the floor,beneath the control panel and in a place where he could barely stretch far enough to grab onto it. As he looked at the clock in his hand, he spewed with disbelief that it was actually there. After shutting it off, he fell back into his chair, wondering why someone would set it in such an area. The puzzling idea wasn’t worth the weight of the clock, so he pitched it aside and nudged his comrade. “Hey, wake up…it’s. It is oh-six hundred hours…did you put the stupid alarm clock where nobody could find it?”
US-2 rolled over, stretching. “No...Doc must have brought it along…you took long enough to find it. You’re so hopeless.”
“What? You mean you were? Why didn’t you get up and find it yourself? It was over by your feet!”
“I knew you would, that’s why.”
US-1 opened the scale shutters. “Well, I guess that’s all the relaxation we’re going to get for now. Another day of glory and greatness to be put to rest for Operation Wolfe Cub.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
US-1 shrugged his shoulders then scratched his armpit. “Nothing, you wouldn’t understand. Wow, look…look at the instruments. We covered quite some distance last night.”
“Yeah, well I’m curious to see what the weather’s like above…that was one spooky storm last night. If I paid attention to
Hmmm, dummkopf
….there’s nothing out there. Can’t you see?”
US-1 walked up to the edge of the glass. “I’m sorry about this, Doc but—I saw it too. It was maybe twenty meters—as big as the front of the ship.”
US-2 stepped up from behind, “More like thirty meters long, damn it. It was huge, right there—in front of my face.”
Doc moved aside. “I don’t have time for fish stories, gentlemen.”
Just about then US-2 spotted another shark, one quarter the size, circling the bow. “Look, Doc, see?”
Doc barely caught a glimpse of it. “
Pssss
, that? Get a hold of yourself, Christ O’Mighty. You two are beginning to worry me already.” He then pushed a button on the control panel, closing the scale shutters, “I told you two to close the shutters. Now don’t forget next time.”
Just then, Randolf began to cry, catching Docs undivided attention. “There, look, see what you did? We woke him up… one of you stay on watch and do it right. I don’t care who it is. I’ve got to go down to quiet the poor lad. We’ve got a big day ahead of us…I’d best be gone for now to get some sleep.”
----
Chapter 3
The next day’s bright, early morning spread itself across the wide, open sea. No discernible trace of light, however, was visible inside the US
Wehrwolf
several fathoms beneath the surface.
Blang-alang-alang-alang!
The sound of an alarm clock suddenly raided the inside of the cockpit down at the feet of both officers sleeping all too deeply, but to the foggy dismay of just one of them, it kept ringing. US-1 was the one awakened by it first. It took some time before he realized the dreadful sound intruding into his dreams wasn’t supposed to be there. Slowly, he began the dizzying task of finding the location of the nuisance. Since his eyes didn’t want to open too well, he felt around for the clock first. That didn’t work, so he staggered to the more plausible areas around his chair and on the floor. It wasn’t anywhere in sight, so he relied more on his ears. Unfortunately for him, the entire cockpit sounded like an alarm clock.
Frustration bubbled, until finally, he started to get used to the obnoxious sound. While in the midst of his quandary, he glanced over to US-2, only to be splashed by a new frustration. Jealousy must have looted what little bit of good feelings he had left, for his comrade was still fast asleep. To make matters worse, he even looked comfortable through the continuous ear-piercing assault.
US-1 found the clock in short order after that. It was hidden in one of the most inconspicuous areas on the floor,beneath the control panel and in a place where he could barely stretch far enough to grab onto it. As he looked at the clock in his hand, he spewed with disbelief that it was actually there. After shutting it off, he fell back into his chair, wondering why someone would set it in such an area. The puzzling idea wasn’t worth the weight of the clock, so he pitched it aside and nudged his comrade. “Hey, wake up…it’s. It is oh-six hundred hours…did you put the stupid alarm clock where nobody could find it?”
US-2 rolled over, stretching. “No...Doc must have brought it along…you took long enough to find it. You’re so hopeless.”
“What? You mean you were? Why didn’t you get up and find it yourself? It was over by your feet!”
“I knew you would, that’s why.”
US-1 opened the scale shutters. “Well, I guess that’s all the relaxation we’re going to get for now. Another day of glory and greatness to be put to rest for Operation Wolfe Cub.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
US-1 shrugged his shoulders then scratched his armpit. “Nothing, you wouldn’t understand. Wow, look…look at the instruments. We covered quite some distance last night.”
“Yeah, well I’m curious to see what the weather’s like above…that was one spooky storm last night. If I paid attention to
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