Space & Time

Chapter 12-Treachery Unfolds

Ivan knew where their location was precisely when they exited the capsule. He had

flown over this region so many times in his Mig fighter he had lost count. Ivan and his son

paddled in quick powerful precision making their way up the coastline and north east toward

Russia.

First, they came to a large port and Ivan communicated his plan to Toly "My son, it is

now just us. I know if we get to an old friend, I can use the Petorium to our advantage to

leverage ourselves into powerful positions. When night falls we will need to paddle in closer to

the docks and I will find us a vessel to commandeer which will give us more speed. I want us to

land on the shore of Russia, we should be in Ukrainian territory now and I have never trusted

their allegiance to our homeland."

Making good on his word, as it grew dark Ivan slid onto the closest dock and maneuvered

around the boats and ships quietly until he found his target.

Un-phased by the aggressive sleek design of the modern boat, Ivan waited until he was

sure no one was on board the vessel. Then he hoisted himself over the security fence and

climbed onto the deck, remaining low and quiet as he moved toward what looked like the

pilothouse. He tried the door almost chuckling as to how easy it opened. Once inside the

complex control panel overwhelmed Ivan so he paused and studied it for a while. Seeming to

grasp the layout of buttons and levers, he flipped some switches up and held a button down

until he heard the sound of the engines firing up. Not wasting a second, he sprinted toward the

 foredeck, untied the line holding the front of the boat in place and then ran aft to release the

 stern of the boat from its mooring.

Now clear of the dock Ivan piloted the boat toward the small cove where he left his son

waiting. As Ivan approached, the wave from the boat wake rocked the raft up and down Anatoly

was on. Ivan eased the large boat up to the raft and went to the side to see Toly.

Ivan cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled down, "Paddle around to the back, there is

a deck with a ladder you can climb up. Bring all of our bags and gear on board and then join me

in the pilot house with the green backpack full of Petorium, we must leave quickly before 

anyone realizes this boat is gone."

Toly looked at his dad and replied with a sarcastic "Aye Aye Captain."

When both of them were at the helm, Ivan turned the bow east and gunned the boat to full

throttle. Toly was not prepared for the sudden impressive surge in power the twin turbine

molecular fusion engines produced as the torque of the propeller dug into the water and he was

knocked backwards and fell to the floor. Ivan laughed loudly as the boat achieved full speed and

they headed toward Russia.

The two villains made great time traveling across the Black Sea, they passed Sevastopol

and Ivan slowed as he decided to approach Yalta at night to gather more supplies and a change 

of clothes.

On the boat, Anatoly found a computer and he was busy making himself familiar with the

internet. He was able to access a few websites to gain some knowledge about the early 

twentieth century. He even garnered information about the boat they were traveling on. Ivan 

unknowingly appropriated an expensive vessel powered by two sizeable RASP Innovative 

Technologies molecular diffusion propulsion systems. These engines paired with the anti-drag 

hull design enabled the large boat to travel at great speeds. Anatoly was sure the owner would 

miss it.

However, acting like the sociopath he was becoming, he rationalized a boat this nice was surely

coved against theft by an insurance policy.

Ivan did not even bother Toly as he slowly crept the boat up to a dock and headed out

under the cover of night to acquire new clothing and supplies. About forty minutes later, he

returned with his hands full and dropped the supplies below deck, giving some jeans and a shirt

to his son before heading back to the wheelhouse. Now out of the mission suits and into civilian

attire, Ivan turned the molecular diffusion powered engines on and steered away from Yalta,

north east around the Crimean Peninsula and toward the Sea of Azov where they would pass

through the bay of Taganrog and enter into the Don river.

Ivan could clearly visualize his route to Moscow, now he had to put it in place. Get to

the port and transfer to train while keeping a low profile until they could meet the man who

could aid them with his plans, Nikolai Rasputin.