The scientists had determined that this tear in the fabric of reality lead 'next door', sidestepping time rather than going exactly forwards or backwards. This world would be like ours, but different. A slightly changed history somehow... though current indications were it's current date was slightly earlier than this universe.
"Ah, the rest of your team." The General said, meeting the others in their survival gear. "Ms Kiminova, Mr Chubuntu. I'm afraid the Chinese representative won't be joining us. Can you pass word to Mr Poitier to suit up and join us? I believe he's tested positive for the event?"
The other two team members nodded, a little confused at the change in plans, but African representative went over to a table and picked up a land-line phone and dialed.
"I see you're still not trusting cell phones?" Ms Ladrey said sharply, staring at the Russian.
"It's not that." Kiminova replied, surprisingly with barely a trace of an accent. "The rift is interfering with high frequency EM fields in the GHz range. We've had to adjust some of the control systems for the stabilizer beams as well. It was resonating with the electrical conduits."
"I see. So, we're still good to go?"
The team present went over to a table where several terminals were set up, the monitors flickering slightly, but working. Kiminova nodded to herself, smiling at the displays.
"We just started the initial surge. We're up to eighty three percent already. Less than a minute to breakthrough. This time with far more energy. This will work!"
The team attempted to not look too closely at the 'payload' that would be going with them. Five large cases had been coated in a resin, then algae grown on the outside in an effort to maintain cohesion crossing the rift. Still, no electronics could travel, just ordinary supplies. Maybe they'd fix that on later jumps.
A klaxon sounded, slowly winding up, then after a few seconds petering out. Lights flashed and the rift seemed to shimmer, then the twisting knot of energy, vibrating and blurring into a ball of light.
"OK people, you know what to do! Move it move it... Poitier! You with us? Come on!" The general shouted as the Frenchman ran up to the group as they ascended the ramp. "Good luck all of you. Send one of the small containers back with a report and we'll see how we're doing.
With some nervousness the five person team strode up the ramp, hauling the crates along on their wheeled pallets. One by one they vanished into the glare, and soon the ramp was empty.
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