The probable target occurs in the forest NorthWest of Dilwyn, VA. There is no known historical event at or near this location near this date. The police record doesn’t indicate any unusual activity near this date either. In researching Dilwyn itself, we have determined the following facts:

• Median Household income in 1994 was $19,167 [$19,167.00 in 1994 had the same buying power as $28,813.47 in 2011.]
• Population of 300 People
•  Racial makeup: 57% White, 39% African American, 1% from other races, and 3% from two or more races
• Businesses in Dillwyn, VA
• H&R Block: 1
• McDonald’s: 1
• Bank of America: 1
• Buckingham Branch Rail Road
• Heritage Hall Nursing Home
•  Leading Employers
• Buckingham Correctional Center
• Dillwyn Correctional Center
• Kyanite Mining Corporation
• Hi-Test Laboratories Inc.

There is no indication of an escape or attempted escape at or near the event. At this point, the research department can offer no good estimates as to likely cause.

Date: November 9, 2033

To: Shelly Anderson, European Organization for Nuclear Research
From: Frank Giordano, WARP Team Leader

Subject: Results of Mission #5 to Coldwell, Ontario and Genoa, Italy on mission dates January 15, 1941 and August 3-19, 1940.

Executive Summary:

1. Pre-mission analysis revealed T event occurred at altitude of (-25) feet, near Port Coldwell, Ontario, Canada on June 30, 1941.
2. On arrival at target location, found no access to T site. Returned to 2033 to survey area, located underground cavern with ancient collapsed entrance.
3. Opening cavern revealed Native American artifact with deep red T tag. Research revealed item was defiled holy item. Took item to future saint in Genoa, Italy, who re-sanctified item. After ceremony, item’s T tag turned green. Mission successful.

Post-Mission Debrief:

Pre mission:

1. T event occurred 25 feet below ground level, near Port Coldwell, Ontario, Canada on June 30, 1941, at a time when the village was deserted, but a nearby POW camp existed.
2. Because the event was recorded below ground level, assumed basement/underground access to site. Possibility of T event being an escape attempt by POWs through a tunnel was deemed non-existent, as camp was 4 miles distant; however, could not rule out the possible involvement of escaped POWs.
3. Arrived prior to T event to survey the situation and either:
   1. Set up surveillance on the area of T event, or
   2. Find a way to prevent T event from happening.

First Jump: 15 January, 1941 – Port Coldwell, Ontario, Canada:

1. Found no access to T site. No buildings in area have basements, and no underground tunnels or other possible entrances could be found.
2. Buried metal rods around town to use as triangulation to positively locate T event site.
3. Returned to 2033 to survey area.

Between Jumps: November?9, 2033 – Port Coldwell, ON, Canada

1. Used GPS to location exact location of T event site, triangulated location off metal rods we buried in 1941.
2. Magnetic resonance imagery revealed T site to be in cavern with ancient collapsed entrance.
3. Returned to 1940 to open cavern if possible, to identify a trigger for T event, or if trigger could not be found, to permanently seal cavern to prevent possibility of T event.

Second Jump: 3-19 August, 1940 – Port Coldwell, ON, Canada and Genoa, Italy

1. Opening cavern revealed ancient Native American artifact, surprisingly with a deep red T tag. Designated artifact Target 1 (T1).
2. Research revealed T1 to be ancient holy item that had been defiled. Local legend stated it could be re-sanctified by a woman who leads a saintly life.
3. Researched future saints that were alive in 1940, and found 9. Of them, 3 were very ill (unfortunately including all of those in North America). Many others were unavailable due to being either too remote (e.g., Nepal, India, Russia) or reached only by inherently dangerous transportation due to the recent outbreak of WWII (e.g., England, Holland).
4. Available, safe, rapid worldwide transportation being limited to a single regular flight from New York to Marseilles, France, we chose to approach one Gianna Beretta Molla (designated person of interest P1), who lived in Genoa, Italy, just 200 miles from Marseilles.
5. Accordingly, we went to New York, thence flew via Atlantic Clipper to Lisbon, Portugal and Marseilles, France. In Marseilles we caught a train to Nice, France, intending to continue onward to Genoa.
6. However, in Nice, a squad of Nazi soldiers was looking for us, intent on stopping us reaching Genoa. We remain ignorant as to exactly how they knew who we were and where to find us, though the fact of their presence solidified our feeling that we were doing the right thing in taking T1 to Genoa and P1.
7. We avoided the Nazi pursuit, and reluctant to resume our train journey, took a boat to La Spezia, Italy, some 50 miles south of Genoa. From there, we traveled overland to Genoa, where we eventually found P1 and convinced her to perform the re-consecration ceremony.
8. After the ceremony, T1’s T tag returned to green, so we declared the mission a complete success.

Post-Mission Research:

None requested.

Take-aways – needs for future missions:

1. Internal GPS emulation software that works without satellite.
2. If item 1 is not possible, GPS satellite access.

Private Journal:
Case File: 005
Genoa
19 August 1940, 10:24pm

Preliminary:
We made contact just now. Because of the risk, I’ve assigned, with Gianna’s father permission, Dr. Yaqub and Liuhua the task of protecting Gianna. Bill and Jessica will head to meet with a Father Greco, the priest of Gianna’s choosing. That leaves me and Art to have some time for espresso at a cafè of our choosing. As I reflect on the morning, I’ve decided it has gone rather well. The father seemed to accept the story although his disbelief was palpable. He’s at least willing to continue talking to us and pray for guidance. Heh! It wasn’t long ago, or in reality, it won’t be for another 90 some years, I wouldn’t have given any credence to the power of prayer. Now, I’m wondering what it is he will hear/feel/think.

I’ve also been practicing my new-found talent. The sight of the Mollo household was interesting — like cogs in a machine that fit well together with precision. I took that to mean that all was in its place as was expected. Red explained to me that our view of the world is unique to us and each would see it differently. In time, my mind would adapt to viewing what he called the Symphony and it wouldn’t need the artificial construct of a machine to interpret the stimuli. I’m not certain I want it to change — the machine metaphor is familiar.

Liuhua has finished the research we asked her to perform on Saint Gianna Beretta Molla. Since we, didn’t specify this before we left, we’re left with a small amount of data which was publicly available in our head memories. She created a site for us to look through at.

Important Dates in St Gianna Beretta Molla's Life

Private Journal:
Case File: 005
Somewhere off the coast of Nice
17 August 1940, 8:52pm

Most of the last two days have been pleasant. It has been very interesting seeing these countries during the way in a hay the holobooks never show. Although, we only saw the country from the wi Dow of a traveling train, there was much different than I expected. First and foremost was that life went on for many people. It was clear there were hardships, but people were still shopping and going in to town. Nice, however was different.

First, although it was supposed to be a demilitarized zone we saw troops as soon as we disembarked from the train. According to Bill and Art there were both German and Italian troops, although the Germans were in charge. In addition to the troops being German, they were SSand they were looking for someone–us, as it turns out. They chased us into the streets, which was where we found “Red”–or Francios here. He guided us to a boat, where we sit now. The plan is waiting until first light and then head south ofGenoa. Red told us Gianna is actually in Genoa, as her family has moved from Bergamo. Unfortunately, he also mentioned that our enemies may also be aware of this. If so, then she is in danger. If they mean to stop us from destroying the dreamcatcher, they can do that by killing Gianna. They can also try and take it from us. Ini either case, we need to be prepared that they are watching Gianna. It occurs to me that this game angels and demons play puts innocents at risk without their even knowing it and we’re now playing the same game.

Private Journal:
Case File: 005
Lisbon, Portugal
15 August 1940, 10:52pm

We have arrived in Lisbon. The plane touched down a little late, at 5:05pm Lisbon time. The plane takes off at 7:00 am for Marseilles. We grabbed a hotel for the night and saw some of Lisbon. The town itself is busy and active with a lot of people fleeing the war and heading to the docks. It reminds me of what New York at been in an earlier time — a melting pot or humanity. There were Jews, French, Italians, Poles, Danish, Germans, and more all around. More than a few people were interested in the “rich Americans” so we had an escort most of the time. Art was fairly certain we were followed by at least one intelligence agency. On the other hand, he said, we may have been followed by five! He shrugged like this was normal. for me, it was disconcerting. I can’t tell who the enemy is and who the friends are. Tomorrow we’ll be gone.

Private Journal:
Case File: 005
Somewhere over the Atlantic between the Azores and New York City
14 August 1940, 10:48pm

Nothing much has happened the last three days. We were followed by our unnamed mobster, but no harm was done to us. I’m glad, but wondering why. The Atlantic Clipper is a small sea plane holding 22 of us. Fortunately, the accommodations are stellar. We have sleeping berths like the old trains did with two bunk beds to a berth. There’s 11 sleeping cabins, a common seating area, and a dining area. We’ve checked over the crowd and there are two men who we’ve seen before in the Waldorf-Astoria. From their conversations, they’re businessmen on business trips. It seems odd to me to be living life “normally” while the war is going on. It is certainly on everyone’s minds and we can see the rationing starting. However, for the jet set crew little has changed. It seems to them an affront that life as normal isn’t continuing without limit. Some even seem to think Hitler isn’t as bad as the press makes him out to be. There is little thought to those dying. I wonder if their opinions would change if I told them about Auschwitz and Bergen Belsen. I somehow doubt it.

As I sit here thinking about the war and people’s opinions toward it, I wonder about my own life and how it’s changed in the last year. My eyes have opened to whole new levels of truth. Time travel, angels, demons. Wow! I see Tazkira struggling to comprehend and accept. Liuhua is in it for the roller coaster. this is simply a new adventure to her. For Art, it’s not solid. He can’t touch it. It isn’t real. Jessica, as always is more reserved. She surprised me by taking a Spirit Journey and succeeding (where I didn’t!). She’s always surprising me. It’s so easy to pigeon hole her. I keep forgetting she’s a pilot and will get what she wants. Bill? He’s accepting it–reluctantly. He also received his totem. Bear visited him. That makes sense. He’s a healer and a fighter.

Time for me to stop thinking about the past and thinking about the future. Well, the future to me, but the past to me as well. It makes your head spin. We have to find Gianna Beretta Molla, who is supposed to be in San Vigilio, Italy. We still have stops in Lisbon, Marseilles, Genoa and Bergamo to go. A long distance to go. I hope tonight I sleep better. The damn amulet is bothering us still.

Private Journal:
Case File: 005
Port Coldwell, ON, CA
11 August 1940, 11:13pm

Our time in New York City started out as a nice trip down Nostalgia Lane. It was a trip seeing many of the same sites and buildings as I grew up with, except, this time the buildings were much newer. I trolled some of my old haunts and found they were more seedy than I had remembered. Dr. Yaqub, coming from a time more recent than I had heard about the crime of the Big Apple as a child in England. She’s also seen the poverty of the villages around Islamabad. However, this update as less to do with my personal recollections than it does the, once again, appearance of someone who makes our life miserable. This time, the man was of irish decent and was definitely watching us. Art was the one to alert us. He wasn’t certain when he picked up the tail, but he saw him earlier in the day and again when we came in for our nightly meeting.

The next day he followed Dr. Yaqub and I and so, I confronted him. Perhaps this wasn’t my best choice, because I’ve met his type before. He was used to talking in short sentences followed by the thud of his victim hitting the floor. From what I’ve read of the Irish Mob, we don’t want to mess with him. Fortunately, he’s on a leash, so though he wants to mess with us, he can’t.

Private Journal:
Case File: 005
Port Coldwell, ON, CA
5 August 1940, 11:48pm

We just finished talking amongst ourselves about the possibilities, ramifications, and options. Geoff, “Red” as I’ve been calling him privately has told os the following locations:

Case File: 005
Port Coldwell, ON, CA
5 August 1940, 6:25pm

We decided to go back to 3 Aug 1940 to open the cave while whatever was there (assuming there was something) was still intact. Perhaps we seal it in place. We took with us dynamite, expanding concrete foam, and the use complement of picks and tools. After two days we broke through to the top of the cave and found it filled with painted turtles. After wading through turtles, I found a 1″ high by 6″ x 6″ stone container covered in turtle glyphs looking vaguely american indian. There top of the container is held in place with black wax, but there was no lock.

At first, I thought we had no need to open it. I surmised that whatever it was, it was very bad news. It’s sufficient to take it somewhere (like 2033) where the bad guys can’t get it. Though Bill, agreed, Dr. Y disagreed. I’ve recorded this conversation for later analysis:

Dr Yaqub:

Dr. Giordano, I think we need to know what’s inside this. I doubt the nazi’s came down for a simple box.

Frank:

I have no doubt they didn’t come for the box. I think they came for what’s in it. In that case, as long as they don’t get it, does it matter what’s in it?

Bill:

Who cares what’s inside. We need to fix the tau not collect and open mysterious boxes in a time zone not our own

Dr Yaqub:

Yes. Because if they came looking for it, others will as well. Without knowing what it is, we won’t know how to really ensure no one else is able to retreive it.

Dr Yaqub:

Or are we here to do somehting more. Is avoiding Tau incidents the same as fixing the problem?

Bill:

Sometimes yes

Dr Yaqub:

Therefore, sometimes, “no”

Frank:

We could encase it in as much expandable concrete foam as we have and drop it in the ocean. … Hmm.

What if the Tau event is caused not by the item IN the box, but merely by opening the box? Releasing what’s inside?

Bill:

well restated. Let’s get it home where we can have some lab drones open it. Or use some sort of imaging to figure out if it is a physical object

Liuhua:

That’s a good idea. We can use a clean room.

Dr. Yaqub:

So, if some american indians hid this and are using turtles for some purpose, we should know what that is. Our research hasn’t found anything, but there must be a reason. I would offer a guess: protection.

Frank:

I have another point of discussion. We just dug down through earth that apparently hasn’t been disturbed in quite some time. How did that box get there? Who put it there, and why? Hiding it?

Bill:

Hey all…look at the Tau

Dr Yaqub:

That’s what I’ve been thinking. Someone hid it down here and then put forms of protection on it. Then sealed it up. They didn’t want it discovered. Unfortunantly, the indians have a saying that goes somethings like this: THE truth is like corn, it doesn’t stay int he ground for long.

Frank:

Well, whatever it is, we have it, and Sterling … or whoever … doesn’t. We know it’s already having a bad effect on the Tau. Can we destroy it? Maybe we drop it in a volcano?

Art:

Hang on folks. We have Company.

Art:

One person, I think, following the rail.

Frank puts the box into his pocket and climbs out of the hole.
Bill:

Quick act like we belong here!

Frank:

Anyone asks, we’re treasure hunters.

Bill:

uh…how about a demoltion crew…or traveling worshipers?

Liuhua heads to the window to look as well
Bill:

oh oh…can we say we’re staring a circus?

Jessica pulls out her pistol
Frank:

You’re not helping, Bill.

Bill pulls out his shotgun
Frank:

Easy with those guns. Let’s see what we’ve got first before we start blasting away.

Frank does NOT pull his pistol out.
Bill:

Just getting ready. Not assuming anything

Frank: Ready pistols can make your decisions for you. Just stay calm. For all we know, he’s just passing through, or heading to the lake to fish.

Frank:

Dr. Y, what’s your impression of him?

She chokingly responds to Frank:

He’s … well … he’s…I don’t know. Well, first, he’s good. Amazingly good. But there are so many eyes. All over the place. Hundreds of them all looking around seeing around. Knowing.

[The sound of a pew being knocked into and s light thud.]
Frank:

Odd. He “feels” right to me. … Is that weird?

Bill:

uh…Turlte god?

Art:

Yes. This is officailly wierd.

Frank:

Tazkira, it’s not polite to stare. … I’m going to go say, “Hi.”

Bill:

It’s not to late to jump.

Frank waves:

Hey!

Geoff:

“Good day, sir, ay”

Frank:

You’re not from around here any more than we are. … [He sticks out his hand.] Frank Giordano. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

Geoff:

No, we’re not, eh. However, here we are called Geoff. We think we need to talk a little bit.

Frank:

I think I’d like that. … Bill, you can put it away.

[Smalltalk excised out. When he entered the church he, looked up at the cross, knelt and offered a short prayer. He then started in quickly.]
Geoff:

So, What have ya in yer pocket, eh?

Frank:

Not sure. A stone box sealed with black wax. Turtles seem to figure prominently. Even had watch-turtles protecting it. … Whatever it is, it’s not good. Haven’t decided what to do with it yet.

Geoff:

Well, thoot’s why I’m here. Go ahead oopen it. The box don’t do much, now, eh.

Frank:

No, it doesn’t. But at least the box isn’t bad. … You’re sure about opening it? It … concerns me.

Bill:

How about you open it eh?

Geoff:

That would be..uh..bad. You doon’t want that kind of attention. Ooh, it will affect you, but it will take a while. You have some choices to make once you look at it.

Frank:

Not I’m really concerned. How about you tell me some more about it before I even consider doing that.

Bill:

That’s not very…encouraging. What’s so bad about us not opening it?

Geoff:

We’ll explain to Bill first. You can’t really do the any good if you don’t open it. Only let evil have it’s way some other time. Noow, to Frank. It’s an old story.

Geoff:

The Ojibwe, Chippewa to some of you Americans, have a tradition handed down to them by one of my Brethern, an Angel of Blandine. They saw him as a spider. No matter. This angel weaved a special web that would catch evil dreams. They called this a Dreamcatcher.

What most don’t realize is that many of this are actual devices that work as advertised.

This one, in the box, however, was affected as it was being created. A Demon of Beleth corrupted the dream catcher that, instead of catching evil dreams, caught good dreams. The device was buried by the Ojibwe many years ago, but the builders of a Port Coldwell home built their town on the burial spot.

This needs to be destroyed, but first the good dreams need to be released.

Frank:

I think I follow you so far. So … uh … how does one release the good dreams? Also, how does one destroy a bad-dream-laden dreamcatcher?

Geoff:

Oopen it, please, eh.

[I checked around at the team non-verbally: Dr Y and Liuhua nodded “Yes”; Jessica shrugged non-comittaly. Art was watching out the window and didn’t see.
Bill:

Might as well.

So, I peeled off the wax seal and opened it. I’ve attached a picture to the right.

Geoff:

The dreamcatcher can be nuetralized by an innocent woman unravelling it while she sleeps. Then dreams are released from each strand as each one is burned.

Frank:

So we … what? … hold it over a sleeping woman – an innocent one – and burn the strands one at a time? Seems too easy.

Geoff:

Noo, the sleeping woman needs to unravel it, eh. Once unravelled, the dreams release when you burn each strand. You can burn one a day until they’re all gone. All at once. It is your choice.

Frank:

How does a sleeping woman unravel it?

Geoff:

Sleepwalking? I know a Malakite not too far from here that can help that happen. That is, once you find your innocent woman.

Frank:

Will this Malakite travel? I know where we can find plenty of innocaent women – theoretically anyway.

Geoff:

You’d have to ask her now wouldn’t you. By the way, there’s a lot less innocent women in the world than you think. Hardly anyone over the age of 12 is anyway.

Bill:

I knew we should have had it thrown into the sun!

Frank:

Okay. I’m guessing that time is of the essence, so where can we find this Malakite?

Geoff:

The Malakite’s about two day’s walk from here. Time is only important until it is nuetralized. After that take all the time you want. Do all the good you want. Think it over carefully. We’ll leave in the morning.