“You could at least tell us what this is about,” she said, flipping back her long, stick-straight hair.
“You’ll know soon,” said Lisa.
The next room was more like a regular office. They had all finished their medical tests and had been driven to another building on government property, an unmarked section of the CIA; the kids had no idea where they truly were. Only Lisa knew—and she sat in the office at a round table in the center of the room, surrounded by two seemingly random desks. But there was only one government staff member there now, a short, round-faced man with glasses, and he sat with Lisa and her kids as she explained.
“You guys both know my unemployment ran out,” she said. “And you know Aunt Sally’s husband works for the government. So,” she sighed and leaned in closer. “She called and asked if I’d be interested in participating in an experiment—and it will pay a lot.”
“An experiment?” Casey asked, his eyes widening. “Like a mad scientist experiment?”
Lisa smiled a little. “Something like that,” she said.
Government guy chimed in. “This is a very precise experiment,” he said. “We need real people to test something we’ve been working on for years. I know you’re not going to believe this at first, but….It’s a time machine.”
“YEAH!” Casey yelled.
Jennifer gave him her “you’re-such-a-stupid-adult” look. “People can’t time travel,” she said.
“Well, we’ve tested it on some of our own staff,” said the government agent. “But our people are trained to deal with…different situations. We need to see how this time machine affects regular citizens both physically and mentally.”
“Wow, cool!” Casey yelped. “What kind of time machine? Like in ‘Star Trek?’” ©Brenna Pierson