The Impossible Alliance of Nikola Tesla, Amelia Earhart & Al Capone.
The inconceivable company of an inventor, an aviator, and a mobster mingle in space-time vortex.
June 21, 1891.
He'd survived another test. Moving his limbs and extremities, the inventor concluded his wounds were minor, and it was only the shock of the concussion had that left him disorientated. The room was blacked out, and only the snapping of electricity could be heard. The visionary inventor, Nikola Tesla, lay crumpled beneath his desk, his hairs on his body stood erect with static charge, and his perfectly groomed hair was a cloud of curls.
Then the low thrum of something spinning caught his attention. Crawling out from the desk and dusting himself off, Nikola scanned his laboratory. There it was. The "Egg of Columbus," that solid copper ovum, stood upright a few feet from the coil, spinning thousands of revolutions per second. Tesla had done it. He had delivered energy through the air.
Tesla gathered several notebooks, blueprints, and instruments and reset his desk. The innovator hurriedly made notes in his diary with his fingers still shaking. Now he was ready. Gathering a crate, Tesla began filling it with the relevant notes, pencils, and tools. The copper egg was still spinning with high velocity, but the mass was stable as though it were anchored to that spot on the floor.
Tesla reached into his jacket pocket and pulled from it a small leather-bound notepad, then stepped to the mechanism and recorded the following for his records.
"June 21, 1891. Coil test#12. Power input=100 watts. Transformer operating below thresholds. Temperature within safe limits. Voltage released to capacitor= over gauge range of 50 000. Estimated discharge from main coil 50,000–75,000 volts. Magnetic field from lower coil holding. Columbus egg spinning at uncalculated rpm, Position stable. 11:06am"
With the evidence documented, and his method established, Tesla had what he needed. Checking his pocket watch, Tesla straightened out his shirt, vest, and tie, took his jacket and hat from the coat rack and made his way to the laboratory exit. After lunch with George Westinghouse, Nikola Tesla fully expected to conclude the deal on his patent for the Tesla coil. Then, with the agreed-upon amount of $216,000, Tesla would move his equipment to the acreage and set up his lab in the large barn. If all went without interference, Nikola Tesla would cement his name in the history books and finally win the debate with Einstein-debunking his theory that the universe was curved. Tesla's belief that it was linear would be proven once and for all.
* * * * *
June 1, 1937. Miami, Florida.
Fred Noonan had completed the pre-flight checks and exited the Lockheed Electra 10E looking for his partner and the plane's famous pilot, "Lady Lindy" Amelia Earhart. Tagged with the moniker for being the first woman to fly across the Atlantic Ocean five years earlier in 1932. Earhart was dubbed "Lady Lindy" in respect to Charles Lindberg, who had successfully completed the same flight in 1927.
Leaving behind the hangar filled with reporters, Earhart walked towards her "flying laboratory" with only a few Press following her.
The two aeronauts, Earhart and Noonan, were about to embark on a journey that was much more than a puddle jump across the Atlantic. The pair were set to circumnavigate the globe along the equatorial line. If successful, Amelia Earhart would be the first to do so.
Technically, this was the pair's second send-off party as they had already begun the first leg of the journey when they departed Earhart's home field in Oakland, California, for the jaunt to Miami. Now, their flight plan had them leaving Miami, Florida, heading over to Central and South America, then pitching east for Africa. Once they had crossed the Indian Ocean, they would set down in Lae, New Guinea, for a brief rest before departing for the final 7,000 miles of their journey.
Settling into the Lockheed to ready for taxiing, Earhart handed Noonan a folder with the final coordinates and correspondence with the U.S. Coast Guard Cutter-USCGC Itasca. Despite her objections to her husband, George "G.P." Putnam, and on the insistence of U.S. President Franklin D. Roosevelt, Amelia and Noonan would be supported by the Coast Guard Cutter. The Itasca was already steaming for the waters off New Guinea and from there would assist with navigation towards Earhart's next designated re-fuelling stop at Howland Island.
Aside from the freak accident on the pair's original departure flight, where a strange and sudden electrical surge caused instrumentation failure in the aircraft resulting in a ground loop by Earhart and thus causing a delay in repairs and investigation, Noonan and Earhart now expected to stay on schedule.
After climbing to their cruising altitude of 10,000 feet, Noonan retired to their Lockheed flying laboratory's "radio room." The plane had been custom fitted with a Western Electric Model 13c transmitter. The crystal-controlled, 50-watt transmitter could transmit on three frequencies; 500Hz, 3105Hz, and 6210Hz. The likewise custom-crafted receiver, a Western Electric Model B, ran with two antennae inputs, thus allowing them to receive communications on low and high-frequency bandwidths.
During the in-flight comms test, Noonan witnessed the same frequency anomaly as their unexplained ground loop.
The needles on both devices were pinned beyond the range of the spectrum. Noonan's ears were immediately filled with low-frequency binaural throbs on donning the headphones. As Fred's hand raised to adjust the dials, he watched the fine blonde hair of his arms standing straight up…
* * * * *
June 17, 1934
"Don't worry, Scarface. You'll have nothing but friends in Alcatraz. Heck, you might even be best pals with the warden." Said the burly brute of a guard.
Al "Scarface" Capone looked up at the goon in the uniform. "Another Irish cop," thought Capone and then wondered if Irish boys had any other ambitions other than being a cop, firefighter, or boxer?
With his hands and ankles shackled together in chains that were anchored to the floor, Capone gave the cabin as good a glance as he could. He was the lone prisoner, but with him were 4 well-armed guards and the carrot-top talker brandished a heavy rubber baton that he was slapping into his palm, eager for a chance to wield it.
For a feared gangster, Al Capone held a very congenial expression. With full, pouty lips and eyes that looked friendly and jovial, Capone did not give off an intimidating persona at all. A plump nose and receding hairline made him seem more like a neighborhood plumber than the brutal head of a mob syndicate.
"Nothing to say, Goomba?" prodded the guard, "I heard you were a regular chatty Cathy in the pen. Maybe you're worried we'll make a special stop and let your old pal, Bugs Moran, on the wagon, eh? Bet you'd like to see your old Valentine, wouldn't ya?" asked the guard.
George "Bugs" Moran was a thorn in Capone's side, and the Valentine's remark referred to the infamous "Valentine's Day Massacre" back in 29'.
Capone had called for a hit on Moran, a rival mob boss. Capone's henchmen led by "Machine Gun McGurn" thought they had pulled it off. McGurn's crew, wearing stolen police uniforms, had rounded up Moran's men under the guise of prohibition raid. The only hitch was that Moran had spied the police cruiser on the street and made his escape from his illegal establishment. His men, however, were not so fortunate. Lined up against the wall by the fake cops, they were all gunned down in cold blood. The event made national headlines.
Capone gave an amiable smile to the big Irish cop and said, "Dai nemici mi guardo io, dagli amici mi guardi Iddio!"
The Irishman furrowed his brow, then sneered back at Capone, "Sorry bubs, I don't speak WOP. You'd better tell me what you said in English before I introduce you to my good pal Billy here." As he smacked the heavy baton into his palm again.
"I will protect myself from my enemies; may God protect me from my friends. That's all I said," replied Capone.
"Yeah? Well, keep it up, meatball; you got eleven years on the rock comin' to ya." Then, holstering the baton, the Irish guard called for relief while he headed to the dining car for lunch.
Capone took in the view as he traveled across the country from Atlanta to San Francisco and thought about the bare essentials of his existence to come at the maximum security, escape-proof prison of Alcatraz when a copper spoon on the opposite booth caught his eye.
The handle and neck hung in the air an inch above the seat, and the spoon was making slow but steady rotations, inexplicably rotating on its bowl…
* * * * *
The homestead sat on the edge of an expanse of open fields surrounded by pine forests against the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Being a two-hour journey outside the city, the land was remote and beyond the distance of a comfortable commute from city dwellers seeking a wilderness retreat.
Once the residence of a cattle rancher, the property fell back into the bank's hands after the owner passed away a year prior. The bank sold off the livestock and was delighted to still pocket a respectable profit when Nikola purchased the land at auction.
Now, secluded and undisturbed, Tesla would be unencumbered to proceed with his tests and take another step towards his ambitious vision of providing unlimited, free energy across the globe. Nikola believed that man had no more domain over the natural currents of energy that could be harnessed, clean, and clear from resource destruction than it did to owning free-flowing water.
With the funds in hand from George Westinghouse for shared ownership of the patent on Tesla's "Endless Electric Energy Coil," Nikola was poised to change the world in ways never before imagined; and the coil was only the beginning.
Over the past week, Tesla directed and supervised the delivery and installation of his various apparatus and instruments. From the moment he'd stepped out of his car and onto this land, the eccentric visionary, unwilling to waste a minute of workable, waking hours, hadn't slept more than three solid hours a day.
Now, with his multiple redundancy checks, Tesla stepped back from the mechanism to admire the pinnacle creation of his career.
The coil constructed in the barn was the largest he'd ever assembled. Equalling his own height at six feet, the four-part mechanism looked as futuristic as the possibilities it held. The machine resembled a steel and copper mushroom consisting of a transformer, capacitor, primary coil, and minor coil.
Tesla's gravest concern hung on the fact that he would be doubling the power input from 100 watts to 200. While Tesla was confident the transformer could manage the increase of initial power, he simply had no way of knowing how the capacitor and coils would react. Added to that fact, the innovator had little understanding of how far out the powerful magnetic field created from the process would reach.
Reviewing his checklist once more, Tesla donned his safety goggles and began the experiment process. As he moved from dials to switches, Tesla paused a mere second before saying to himself one word- "Conviction."
The inventor flipped the master switch, and the grand experiment had begun. A low-frequency hum filled the barn then slowly built up in pulse and tone. The sound was like being near a helicopter flying inside a tunnel. Minor concussions of sound waves throbbed straight through his bones. Needles on various gauges began to rise, temperature and pressure gauges escalated their numbers, and the primary copper coil began to glow with a deep amber light.
His face mere inches away from the instrument panel, Tesla was rapidly recording data. Despite the thick timber floorboards of the barn beginning to vibrate beneath his boots, the coil remained stable.
The capacitor had already reached 25,000 volts in less than half the rate of previous trials. It was only the flux meter that surprised Tesla. Stepping back to his desk, Tesla began to rapidly work through calculations. Nikola dropped his pencil at the solution, stepped away from the notes, and paused.
According to his mathematics, Tesla saw an unexpected result in the vector field. The magnetic flux drew an overwhelming positive charge towards a single, focused point. If this data was accurate and the process continued, it would surely break Gauss's law for magnetism. One of the four Maxwell equations stated, "the total magnetic flux through a closed surface is equal to zero" In this experiment, Tesla theorized that the "closed surface"-the earth, would be permeable and fail to completely enclose the volume of the magnetic flux.
In straight speaking, the empirical evidence at hand proved that Tesla and his coil were creating a magnetic monopole. It was a fascinating discovery.
The scientist, immersed in the mechanism's workings, failed to acknowledge the secondary emotion to his elation. Fear. The coil produced a magnetic field with a beam of supercharged positive energy and focused on a single, specific point in space. But then, Nikola Tesla, the brilliant scientist, and visionary committed one of the most basic errors of the scientific process-he failed to work the problem backward.
He failed to see that while creating a massively powerful, focused magnetic beam shooting through the stratosphere, he created a third magnetic pole on earth.
* * * * *
Al Capone's gaze was fixated on the spoon. What began as curiosity was now invoking concern. Being an Italian, raised by parents who'd made it to America from Naples in 1893, Alphonse Gabriel Capone was raised with all the ethnic Italian superstitions of the old country. The spoon was now spinning with rapid revolutions and suspended in mid-air.
"Hey, Ragazzi!" Capone called out, "any of you guys playing magic tricks?"
As the guards turned to look at their prisoner, their eyes followed Capone's outstretched arm and his finger pointing at the levitating, whirling spoon.
"What games are you up to, goombah?" asked the Irishman guard as he stepped forward towards the shackled mobster and the spinning utensil.
"I ain't doin nothin' ya stupid Mick," Capone replied.
The train car windows began to rattle, and Capone watched with silent shock as the fasteners started to spin out of their holes. Al then noticed that the scenery outside the window was beginning to flash by with severely increasing speed and the glass looked like it was starting to warp. Then, looking down at his shackles, Capone watched in wonder as the bolts and nuts of the bonds began to spin backward. Then, the pins on his cuffs shot out. With a simple tug, Capone could be free. He sat still and said nothing.
The Irishman moved to within inches of the spoon, watching with amazement. The copper utensil continued to spin like a top while suspended in the air. The other guards, entirely distracted by the event, forgot about their duty to have eyes on the prisoner at all times. They were transfixed.
"Grab it!" one of them said to the head guard.
"You grab it!" he answered back. "I ain't touching it!"
"Maybe, that's not such a good idea?" remarked another.
Then, one of the other guards remarked, "Hey? Fellas? Does anybody else notice how fast the train is going?"
All heads turned to look out the windows which were now bulging outwards and shifting in shape from rectangular to something more oval. Then, with a look of dread, the Irishman turned back, looked at Capone, who sat slumped over. Looking listless with his head bobbing over his chest, the prisoner looked incapacitated.
"Maybe the Wop is doing it?" asked the younger guard.
"Yeah. Maybe he is?" added the other. "What are we gonna do?"
"Boys, I don't know what's going on here, but I don't think we're gonna make it to San Francisco," said the Irishman as he pointed out the deformed and warping windows.
Debris from the train was shooting across the fields. The train's metal doors and roof panels were sent sailing across the sky. The train car's rattling and vibration shook so hard that the guards were struggling to stay on their feet.
Capone gently pulled his ankles and wrists back from the cuffs, shackles, and chains. With all the racket, the sound of the chain dropping to the floor went undetected. Capone's shock grew as he watched his copper pocket watch lift itself from his prison jacket. Spinning just like the spoon, Al watched as it floated away from his chest and hung, spinning wildly in the air in front of him.
"Oh man, we're gonna die, ain't we?" the youngest of the guards exclaimed.
"Shut yer yap, damn it. We ain't dying." The Irishman replied. Pushing himself forward with one laborious step against the increasing forces of gravity, the redheaded guard extended his arm through the air, his fingers stretching out to reach for the floating, spinning spoon.
At the exact moment, Al Capone, the most notorious gangster in American history, did the same as he reached for his pocket watch.
Both men were able to close their hands around the objects of their attention.
The train exploded in light and thunderclaps.
Capone flew out the opening of what used to be the train car's ceiling. Then, propelling upwards into the bright blue sky, he watched the train disintegrate far below. He saw the guards' bodies explode in red cloudbursts as the train separated into thousands of pieces.
Caught in what seemed to be a beam of light, Capone was pulled higher and faster into the sky. The copper pocket watch, still clutched in his palm, was spinning with such force it was scaling the skin from his palm. The last thing Al Capone consciously recognized was bending his head back and looking above him into the approaching blue-black of starry skies.
The beam of light shot straight and true through the darkness of space into what seemed to be a bright, white hole.
* * * * *
"U.S. Coast Cutter, Itasca to Electra-please repeat your coordinates." The receiver squawked beside navigator Fred Noonan.
"Roger, Itasca. Prepare to receive coordinates." Replied Noonan.
"Fred? Is everything alright back there?" called Amelia.
"Itasca wants another read of our line, Amelia," Noonan replied
Amelia sighed with frustration. Over the last several minutes, the gauges of the Electra had flattened then spiked. Working with Fred's calculations, the pair were trying to relay their best-known coordinates to the surface support vessel. Amelia transmitted again.
"U.S. Coast Guard Cutter Itasca. This is Electra. Copy." Amelia announced, then waited. Looking over her shoulder, Noonan shook his head. No acknowledgment.
"Itasca. This is Electra. Mark time. 8:43 am local. We are on a line of position 157/337. Will repeat this message on 6210kcs. Wait. Copy." Amelia held course and waited for Fred to switch frequencies.
As Fred Noonan reached for the dials of the transmitter and receiver, the instruments flat-lined then spiked again. This time the needles held flat past the maximum range.
Turbulence suddenly shook the Lockheed aircraft violently, and Amelia held on to the controls with all her strength to keep the plane flying safely. Then she lost the horizon.
As though a wave shot up from the ocean, the plane pitched violently nose up. The wind speeds were minimal, discounting a water sprite being the cause. Still, regardless of where or how it had occurred, Amelia Earhart and her Lockheed Electra were now rapidly increasing their flight speed, and the altimeter showed they quickly were rising in altitude.
Known for her practical mind and steely nerves, Amelia was now gripped in fright, and panic set it. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Fred Noonan's crumpled form lying against the back of the plane. Blood was climbing up the rear wall of the vertically pointed aircraft. There was too much blood. Fred failed to respond to Amelia's shouts. Blinking the tears away from her eyes, Amelia Earhart guessed correctly that her navigator was dead.
Pulling her focus back to the problems at hand, her mouth dropped up in awe. Then, not believing what she was seeing, her eyes darted to the altimeter. The gauge read an impossible 28,000 feet. The azure sky that held their flight just minutes ago was now fading to a thin wisp of white, and the great blackness of space lay just beyond. Amelia's consciousness waned with the thinning oxygen as the plane continued to climb. Her following blinking recognition was seeing the altimeter dial spinning past 36,000 feet and still climbing. Then there was nothing but blackness.
She could see the frosty clouds of her breath suspended in the air around her, and with her final remaining moments of consciousness, Amelia saw the void of space beyond the windows of her aircraft.
At some point, without her realization, Amelia had become free of her seatbelt and was floating above the pilot's seat. Only the coiled copper wire of the antennae array, which had somehow wrapped itself around her leg, kept her from dropping into the sky beneath her like the remnants of her plane.
Although unable to conceive any logical explanation for it; Amelia realized she was traveling towards space. Trapped in a brilliant white tunnel of light, the beam and what remained of her aircraft pointed to an unseen point in the cosmos.
* * * * *
When Nikola Tesla awoke, he was sprawled across the floor on the far end of the barn. His last recollection was of the flux meter blowing past its limit. Now, sitting up, he looked upon a massive blue orb of electric arcs. Looking up, he peered through a viscus bubble that transformed the barn's roof into a transparent window. Above the coil, a translucent white beam shot into the sky.
Tesla knew immediately what he was seeing; he had created a vortex through dimensions he could visualize and into ones he could not. Gathering his notepad from the floor beside him, his pencils and glasses, Nikola rose to his feet and approached the machine.
As he walked cautiously towards the coil, a rattling on his workbench distracted his attention. The box containing the Columbus Egg was pinned behind the wall beams. The box was vibrating wildly, and it was only a matter of time before it worked itself loose. Moving quickly, Tesla made his way to the wall and wrestled the box out of its pinch point with great exertion. Holding the box was no easy feat, but Tesla wrestled the container to the workbench. Using his body weight to anchor the box to the table, his free hand worked open the latch. Then, taking a deep breath, Tesla flipped open the lid in one motion and caught the copper egg as it launched itself from confinement.
The next moments seemed to happen in both the blink of an eye and with the sensation that the flow of time had slowed to a snail's pace. Once Tesla removed his hand from the top of the egg, he felt a surge of energy travel through his hand, up to his arm, then permeate his entire body. Tesla watched in wonder as the copper egg spun in incalculable revolutions suspended a whisker width above his palm.
An arc of electricity leaped from the coil, touched the top of the spinning ovum then burst a spider web of blue light strands over his body.
Although Tesla hadn't taken a solitary step, he felt himself traveling at incredible speed. Tesla saw that he was no longer inside the barn. The barn, ranch house, and homestead were quickly shrinking away far, far below his feet. Looking upwards, Tesla watched with wondrous awe as he traveled up and out. Without any adverse physical effects, Tesla watched as he burst through the stratosphere and into the spectacle of space.
With the copper egg still spinning wildly in a space raised above his palm, Tesla continued to jettison into the unknown. The beam he was encapsulated in seemed to stretch on into the infiniteness of space. Tesla was not afraid. He felt a sense of calm and serenity float through him. His body seemed free to move as though the earthbound laws of gravity still applied. He had control over his limbs and extremities. His mind felt more precise than it ever had. Tesla watched as he seemingly flew past planets, stars, and galaxies in utter befuddlement. What astounded him, even more, was the enlightenment that came with his space travel. Tesla saw every heavenly body as a geometric shape and the calculations of high mathematics within them.
Among the geometric shapes in the great expanse of space, a triangle held Tesla's attention. Two additional brilliant white beams could be seen originating from earth. He could not determine their origin points, but Tesla realized that two other beams aside from the one he was traveling through were fixated on the same destination. It seemed that wherever he was going, he was apparently going to be in the company of two other passengers from his home planet.
* * * * *
As suddenly as their flight into space began, it halted just as abruptly. Al Capone, Amelia Earhart, and Nikola Tesla now stood on what could only be described as a chessboard with translucent blue and white tiles. The chessboard was centered not on the surface of a new planet; instead, the travelers seemed to be housed inside an enormous transparent three-dimensional cube. The cube was divided into blocks of what resembled liquid walls. Levels above, levels below. Each cube in the block shimmering with changing hues and the briefest images appearing across their reflective screens.
Standing next to each other, the three individuals looked skeptically at one another. Capone spoke first.
"Hmm. Bene," then with a shrug of his shoulders, Capone turned his head looking at the company on either side of him and said, "Non tutte le ciambelle riescono col buco."
Nikola and Amelia glanced first at Capone, then one another, and shook their heads.
"So! You're not Italians?" Capone said, switching back to English. "Ah well, a man can hope!" Capone translated his remark with a flamboyant flip of his hand to the stars visible above him. "What I said was, not every donut comes with a hole." Seemingly impressed with his presence of mind despite what had transpired, Capone failed to garner the reaction he'd hoped. His ice breaker fell flat. "That means that not everything works out as planned."
Amelia spoke next.
"Well, gentlemen, it seems as though we're all sharing the same hallucination, or we are, in fact, standing suspended in space in some sort of box."
Capone looked at Amelia then Tesla and asked, "Well, I know who the broad is but who are you?"
Nikola Tesla's mind was busy calculating a series of new mathematical equations, and being somewhat of a recluse, it was not second nature for him to engage in small talk with strangers. So then, deciding that this was a unique set of circumstances, he stepped outside his comfort zone and answered the jovial Italian.
"My name is Nikola Tesla; I'm a scien.." he began before being interrupted by Amelia.
"You're a scientist! An inventor! Why the whole world knows who you are and your work!" she pronounced excitedly.
"And you're Lady Lindy!" Capone jumped in with his declaration.
"Well then," said Tesla. "I suppose that leaves us with only your identity, my fine Italian friend."
"Mr. Tesla," interjected Amelia, "I might not go as far as calling this one a fine friend." She told Tesla, hitching her thumb at the notorious gangster.
"That's right. I'm famous too, Professor. Don't tell me you don't recognize this handsome mug of mine." Stated Capone.
"Why I've never seen either one of you before this unusual gathering," Tesla replied.
"That guy is the most heinous and vicious gangster in America-Al Capone." Amelia explained, "And my name is Amelia Earhart. I was tagged with Lady Lindy after I made my solo flight across the Atlantic a few years after the first transatlantic flight by Charles Lindberg."
Tesla regarded both individuals without speaking when Capone spoke up again.
"Say, Professor. If you don't know her and you don't know me, can I ask exactly where you came from?"
"I think the correct question isn't where you came from, Mr. Tesla, but when," Amelia remarked.
"Yes, I suppose that plausible. My coil cut a vortex bending the dimensions of both space and time. To answer your question Madam Earhart," Tesla continued, "This morning was June 28, 1891, and I was working on my energy coil on my research ranch."
Capone and Earhart exchanged glances.
Amelia went next, "June 1, 1937. I was completing the final leg of my flight to circumnavigate the globe."
Capone, a fat finger scratching the edge of his receding hairline, made his declaration, "June 17, 1934, and I was…was moving between my places of residence."
"And now, here we all stand," Tesla stated.
"Right," answered Capone, "and since this whole thing seems to be your doing, where is it exactly that we are, compagna?"
Tesla paused before answering. Examining the dimensional cube closely, he finally remarked, "I believe we are in some sort of crucible. Each wall panel could very well be a choice of which dimensional version of ourselves we wish to live out. Only, we have no way of knowing what the future holds once we push our way through."
"Well, Professor, I ain't no scientist, but I was raised by a pretty smart Mama, and she had a saying for every circumstance," Capone said, answering Tesla's revelation. "And for this one, she would say-"Il modo migliore per predire il future è crearlo- the best way to predict your future is to create it." Then, looking at the expansive wall of shimmering gates, Capone added another saying from his Saintly mother, "Ogni muro è una porta! Every wall is a door.
Amelia Earhart smiled a broad, beaming smile and raised her eyes with excitement and mischief, "Mr. Tesla, I am an explorer at heart, and this is a journey beyond a lifetime of dreams. I want to see what's beyond those doors."
Nikola Tesla, the pragmatic scientist, and visionary nodded his agreement.
"Mr. Capone," Tesla began, "I surmise that in your line of work, you've knocked down a few doors in your day." To which Mr. Capone proudly smiled and nodded. Tesla continued laying out his plan, "If you would be so kind as to lead the way. Open us a door. Madam Earhart will follow with the observant eyes of an explorer, and I will step in last, recording everything as a good scientist should."
Capone's smile dropped away into a pouting grimace, but considering his new lease of life and unknown fortunes ahead, he nodded his acceptance of the terms.
Reaching his meaty hand up to push through the first liquid panel, Capone uttered one last phrase from his mother's lips to his ears, "Chi non va non vede, chi non vede, non sa e chi, non sa se le prende sempre in culo." Then, looking at his two time-traveling companions, Capone translated. "If you don't go, you won't see. If you don't see, you won't know, and if you don't know, you'll take it in the ass every time.
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