The mission was secret, the location hidden. Colonel James Keller of the OSS stood in a hangar in the Nevada desert, staring at the strange aircraft that had appeared overnight. It was sleek, silver, and covered in symbols no one could translate.
“What is it?” his second-in-command asked.
Keller shook his head. “I don’t know. But it’s not ours. And it’s not theirs.”
A hatch opened. A woman climbed out, her uniform unfamiliar, her face young.
“My name is Captain Elara Vance,” she said. “I’m from the year 2080. This is a time ship. I’ve been sent back to recruit volunteers for a mis