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Stops
Stops
Returing to the private airport in the Congo drop the gears down parking slowly the Jeep, between the speed loosing the followers, becouse who want's to carry this information if you are not in Ghotam City. "Vic, come on, the pilot is already ahead" Opened the door getting out of the behicle, she must had slammed the door of the vehicle as I did, walking at the same pace mean a deal to me, those single steps walking around the clock. Look at my quatum watch pressing the botton to Carol, Marvel must be out there in the cosmos. "Hey, can you time travel our jet to the 30's, yehp at the desserts of Quatar, the Middle East. We will be travelling on the air..." Gave her the coordinates while walking a few steps up in the private aircraft. "No, no, I don't wan't anyone watching your fire show down on earth,... yes, yes the front fan of the 30's jet is already spinning, catch us on time, will you?" Laughted about it because she gets so serious when it comes about framing her own time. At this moment what is are more important than checking on the pilot's cabine and the co-pilot? Their lips curled in a typical agents of SHIELD shape blended with pride and less wierdly once set becouse their hands are under the control module waiting for Victoria to enter. "She is Victoria Vale" Shaking hands, name them all, after 20 minutes we departured away from the African hit and extream density. "No AC on this old plain" Said after a long silence the powered engines showed a turbulence as a beaming light flashed from through out the oval windows. There was Carol floating, giving an affirmation with her both hands, thumbs up, flew underneath taking us to 1930 Feb 14th, from then had not seen her again so after 5 hours of earthly flight distance the pilot turned his head back to announce the landing, we are having a team of a dozen in total. The operation is chronologically achieving its rythem, she is more than ready. "If you see me going on my four knees before the caravan's back door don't get confused before the Sultan, just step on my back and move inside. I will follow your gestures so speak to him if he only asks, is not a very tribal Era" Pointed with my indic pointing up at her to gain her attention as if it was the last day my voice would be heard in a long, long time.
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