The Morrow Project

Fiction

by Bill Brierton



They slowly awakened from their deep sleep. The doctor was up first as safety protocol dictated. It felt as if he got a good nights sleep, what he wondered was how long. The team leader was up next, then the gunner, driver, scout and electronics expert in that order. The contact officers tube was dark and the body shriveled like a corn husk.

"Damn." the doctor muttered to himself. "I wonder when this happened?" he asked out loud. "There's nothing you can do about it now Etian." the team leader replied. "Even if you had been awake at the time, I doubt you could of done much."

The doc muttered to himself, he still felt he should of been awake when the accident occurred. The team slowly got dressed and attempted to contact Prime Base for a fix on time. All they got in return was dead air. "What or who woke us up then if Prime Base is off the net." the team leader pondered.

"Kevin, are you sure that thing is working properly?" asked the team leader. Kevin was the youngest and last member to join the team, but he was also the best electronics expert Morrow Project had to offer. He along with Etian, Marion, Jeb, Ian, Robin and Angela were Recon Team 74 of Morrow Project. Vic, the contact offficer was the only one not standing amongst the group. Nobody knew what had happen to his cryogenic tube but at least he had not suffered, at least that's what the group hoped.

"Ok folks, let's get thing in order, Vic knew his chances as well as the rest of us." Jeb said. "Kevin check the radio again and take it apart if necessary, we got to contact Prime Base."

The group started to get the equipment ready and Kevin checked every circuit. Jeb raised the lookout tube from its resting position. He looked around and what he saw gave him every indication that something had gone wrong with the team's wake up call. A forest had grown around their bolt hold. The trees were at least over 100 years old. When the team entered the hole the area was nothing but a field and the year was 1998.

Ian, the driver came over and said that the 150 was ready to roll and he was going to open the doors to the hole. Jeb either was lost in thought or never heard Ian as he started towards the release mechanism for the massive doors that hide the hole from the outside world. The doors groaned in protest and finally refused to budge.

"Ian, I think you might want to hold off on opening those doors." Jeb said after coming out of his haze. "We have a slight problem in opening the doors and it's a tree that's at least 100 years old." The group looked like they had all been struck by lightning. Had it really been that long?

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