The Chronicles of Silverwolf: The Dawning of a Hero (4 page)

“If I may, I’d like to ask Peter Stone to accompany me. He might be of some help understanding Earth’s cultures.”

“Not on this mission. He must remain on this planet to guard the suit until you return.”

“I understand. Thank you, Oracle,” he said.

“Good luck. You have always been a good friend to me and a wise person,” she said and then left down the hallway.

Chapter 8

Jonathan Wolf didn’t feel entirely comfortable with the situation he found himself in. He was a little nervous to say the least.

After arriving on Earth and finding a safe place to land, he began his search for Colonel Caldwell whom the Oracle recommend he speak with before beginning his mission.
Finally, after several days, his search came to end and he found himself at Nellis Air Force base.

He sat there in the room patiently with his hands folded on the table. He was confident he had made the right decision meeting someone who was familiar with a human from another world but was still a bit on edge. If the Oracle was right and Colonel Sam Caldwell could be trusted
, then everything would go smoothly from here on out.

Finally, after some time had passed the door to the room opened and a man in uniform walked in.

“Are you Jonathan Wolf?” the Colonel asked closing the door behind him.

“I am,” he answered.

“I'm Colonel Sam Caldwell. United States Air Force.” There was a moment’s pause before he continued. “Are you really from another galaxy Mr. Wolf?”

“Are your security cameras offline?”

“They are,” he said taking a seat across the table from Wolf.

“Then yes I am.”

“Why did you come to me?”

“I've been told that you have provided a safe haven and temporary identification cards to those who have come to you in the past and that you've kept this information a secret from your superiors and your government.”

“I have.”

“I'm impressed. The question is why?”

“Unlike other military officers I don't believe your kind are here to wipe us out. You would've done it a long time ago. Plus, I can tell when someone is lying to me.”

“I'm not here to wipe you out.”

“Why are you here?”

“To observe your people and cautiously guide them and yourself down the right path. You don’t know this but your planet is about to come to a significant cross roads in its history. Your planet may be in danger.  Either you will undoubtedly destroy yourselves or come together as a race and consciously evolve.”

“Where do you see us going?”

“Well you haven't proven yet that you can live together peacefully which is why I'm here. I'm hoping that with my knowledge and a little bit of my guidance, someone like you will come forward and expose the truth. We cannot intervene directly with the populace and expose ourselves. You are a commanding leader for your country. Are you not?”

“I see your point.”

“How many human-
looking aliens, other than myself, have you helped?”

“There are a few walking among us as we speak.”

“Then can you help me by providing a temporary form of identification that is suitable for living here until my mission is complete?”

“How long are we talking about?”

“I can't say exactly. It depends on many factors. Will you help awaken your people? Some people are very apathetic I've noticed when it comes to wanting to know more about who they really are and what's really out there.”

“And who are we?”

“A planetary race of people who have great potential
if
you work together and change things for the better.”

“You have to understand my position Jonathan. I may be a high ranking military officer but I simply cannot come out and expose the truth. If I do, I will most likely be dishonorably discharged from the service. The subject of aliens and evolution is a very sensitive subject.”

“I understand. Will you still help me?”

“Let me see what I can do,” Caldwell said getting up from his chair. “Wait here.”

***

When Caldwell returned with a folder in his hand
a short time later he placed it on the table in front of Wolf.

“Good news. I've been able to provide you with a social security card. You can keep the name Jonathan Wolf. I doubt you'll need a driver’s license since I'm assuming you'll be able to get around without a vehicle. I was also able to include that you're from Calgary, Canada and that you just moved to this country,” he said as Wolf opened the folder to reveal a social security card and the proper papers that would allow him to live here.

“Speaking of which, may I ask where your ship is?” he asked.

“Let's just say it's safe and hidden,” Wolf said, looking over everything that was handed to him.

“I understand.”

“What about a place to stay?” he asked.

“There's a friend of mine who lives in San Francisco. His name is Justin Gait.”

“I’ve heard of him.”

“He's about your age. His father, Robert Gait, owns Gait Industries. It’s a very wealthy company that has a lot of good connections with the military industrial complex. You can trust Justin. Just tell him I sent you and he'll take care of you,” he explained, giving Wolf his contact information.

“Is he aware of what you've been doing?”

“He's a believer,” he answered.

“Thanks,” Wolf said, feeling better already.

Chapter 9

Wolf ran into Justin Gait at the address specified by Colonel Caldwell. He was attending school at MIT in Boston, Massachusetts. Wolf had asked some of the students in the area if they knew him and if the had seen him. A few had told him that Justin was attending a class on physics and pointed him towards the building where it was being held.

He stood next to a tree and waited while students came out of the building. Finally, he spotted Justin coming down the stairs and walked over to him. The picture Colonel Caldwell gave him matched the face of the man he was about to talk to.

“Excuse me. Are you Justin Gait?” Wolf asked politely.

“That's right. Do I know you?” Gait asked.

“No but my name is Jonathan Wolf. Colonel Sam Caldwell told me to find you,” he said.

“Colonel Caldwell sent you?” he asked looking confused.

“Yes. Do you know him? He said you could help me,” he said.

“Uh... Yes. I do know him. Sorry, it's been a busy day for me,” he smiled shaking his hand.

“I understand.”

“Are you one of them?” he asked quietly.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Whenever someone approaches me and tells me that Colonel Caldwell sent them to find me it most likely means they are not from this planet,” he said lowering his voice without making it sound too obvious. “I’m assuming you’re not either?”

“That's correct.”

“Let's take a walk back to my apartment,” he said.

I began following him across the campus.

“How long have you known the Colonel?” Wolf asked.

“Actually my father introduced me to him. My research into advanced physics and theoretical mathematics helped him give the idea to the Air Force for the latest design in our newest stealth aircraft like the F-35 Joint Strike Fighter. Most of which is supposed to be classified.”

“You helped design that?” he asked knowing a lot about Earth’s history after studying it for the past few years.

“Oh yeah,” he said as they crossed the street over to some beautiful apartment complexes. Justin's apartment was on the first floor after they entered the main lobby of the building and went inside.

“Nice place,” Wolf said.

“Thanks. It's only temporary until I finish school in a few months. So where are you from Jonathan? Mars? One of the moons of Saturn? I had the privilege of meeting a human from Titan about a year ago. Nice girl. Very beautiful. Caldwell referred her to me.”

“I'm from Mirach in the Andromeda system.”

“What's your mission here? I hope it's not to wipe us out.”

“No, nothing like that,” he said.

“Where's your ship?” he grinned.

“It's safe and hidden from human eyes,” he answered.

“Good. I hope it's invisible to our radar. Although, I would love to see a spaceship from another world. Now onto business. You're looking for a place to stay while you're here. Any ideas about where you want to live? Any particular city? I can provide you with food, shelter and clothing as long as you need it.”

“What about your father?”

“Sadly my father and I don't talk much. But I wouldn’t worry. He's too busy running his company. I get my grants from the government and the military. Mostly from Colonel Caldwell.”

“San Francisco looks like a nice city.”

“San Francisco it is then. I'll make the necessary arrangements.”

***

It was an ingenious piece of technology for its time. Simple, affordable and reliable.

The cable car was still being used all over the city and people seemed to love it. Wolf was in the
Cable Car Museum watching the wheels as they continuously pulled the cables for the cars to grip onto.

He had just arrived in San Francisco a few days ago and was touring all the major sites in the city. The museum wasn't as depressing as Alcatraz Island was.

Wolf chuckled thinking how his planet used to use this kind of technology before they ended up using a magnetic levitation system for our trains. It's true the cable car hardly gave off any pollution but it was a slow means of transportation.

“Fascinating, isn't it?” a female voice asked.

The Lyran turned around and his face lit up. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the most beautiful woman standing in front of him. She couldn't have been more than 30 years old. She was tall, slender and had long black hair.

“Yes it is,” Wolf answered.

“My mom used to bring me here when I was a little kid. I always loved riding the cable cars. So she wanted to show me how they operated,” she said as they both watched the machinery.

“It's a shame we have switched to more polluted ways of transportation today. The cable car seems to be one of the few types left that doesn't pollute,” he said acting like he was from Earth so he wouldn't give his true identity away.

“I agree. Why we can't wise up like Europe and have those high speed trains in this country is beyond me,” she said continuing to smile.

“I'm Jonathan,” he said introducing himself.

“I'm Sarah,” she said as they shook hands.

Wolf couldn't help himself. Even though he wasn't supposed to get emotionally attached to anyone here on Earth, it was too late. He had already felt a strong connection to this girl and for some strange reason, he wasn't about to let that go.

“So you've lived here most of your life?” he assumed.

“Since I was two. My parents moved here from Houston. They couldn't take the heat anymore,” she giggled. “What about you?”

“I just moved here.”

“From where?”

He couldn't tell her he was from another planet so he said, “Calgary, Canada.”

“Oh, a Canadian?” she teased.

“Yeah, I wanted to move to a warmer climate. Not too warm like Texas is of course,” he said.

“So what do you do for a living Jonathan?”

“I'm a freelance computer repair contractor. I love helping people with their computer problems. You?”

“As you can see I work here in the museum. I love showing people the backbone of the cable car system and telling them about its history.”

“Say, would you like to go for a ride on the cable car when you get off work? I can wait of course,” he asked.

“I would love to,” Sarah said.

“Great,” he said not being able to take his eyes off her.

***

The acorn-diamond shaped ship had remained just where Wolf had parked it a few months ago.

Kept under heavy guard but at a distance under the orders of Colonel Caldwell and without Sarah knowing, on occasion Wolf would return to the ship and make regular updated to reports to the Oracle as instructed.

Sitting in the pilot’s seat, Wolf punched in the dialing sequence to contact the Oracle. Moments later a small holographic projection of her body appeared on the center console.

“Greetings, Jonathan. How is your mission progressing?” the Oracle asked.

“Slow, Oracle,” he frowned.

“Explain.”

“The majority of the people on this planet are very apathetic in their belief system. Most seemed quite content with the way things progressed for thousands of years. Though their technology has improved somewhat, they are still a race divided by nations, religion and politics,” he explained.