I had no problem finding where to go because as soon as I pulled up, Dr. Taylor and another man that looked an awful lot like Henry Stafford were standing outside. I parked in front of them and got out of my car.
"You're early!", Dr. Taylor exclaimed.
A man in a black polo shirt came up to me and grabbed my keys from my hand.
"Paul will park your car, Ms. Nelson.", Mr. Stafford breathed. He looked like all the photos you could find in any magazines. Blonde hair and blue eyes, early 50's and a cold attitude to match his expensive, tailored suit.
"Oh." I watched Paul walk away and get into my vehicle, driving off to an unknown lot.
"This way." Stafford said and turned to walk through the front doors of the labs.
Dr. Taylor waited for me and seemed like he was assessing my demeanor.
"Something wrong?" I asked as we walk side by side into the building.
"No. No, just glad you accepted my invitation." Taylor was a small man with a growing bald spot in a sea of grey hair. He was thin and had liver spots covering most of his extremely pale skin. Pale skin I am assuming that you get from working every night and day in a lab. Stafford was nowhere to be seen but I felt glad about that.
"I am glad you extended it. If it is not too bold to ask, why me?" I had been wondering this for a few days and I hoped Dr. Taylor would clear it up.
"You're age." Was all he said.
"What about it?" I had no idea where this was going.
Dr. Taylor quit walking and looked me in the eyes. "You're only 23 and you have accomplished quite a bit. You graduated High School at 16, College at 20, then two years of Medical School before you became a historian. You have a vast knowledge of the 1860's due to extensive research on that decade and you are in perfect age range for it to not look odd sending you back with the three others we have chosen. You will fit in and easily accomplish what we need to, and to you it will be like taking a vacation."
"What is it that you want me to do? You never said on the phone."
"It's a geological survey, Ms. Nelson. We just want you to find a few markers that would be beneficial in this time and mark them. Easy." Dr. Taylor gave a smirk.
Dr. Taylor turned and started walking towards the elevator. I gave a tight smile that he never saw but it was more to contain a new uneasy feeling. That smirk was not an innocent one and I knew right there this wasn't going to be an easy geological survey, not at all.
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The Yankee Captain
Historische RomaneSara Nelson has had the same dream since she was sixteen, dead Civil War soldiers and electric blue eyes. Seven years later Sara has become a historian with a specialty in the 1860s. It wasn't until she got a call from a renowned scientist, Dr. Jam...
