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Chapter 53

May 10, 2012 – New Berlin Base – Antarctica



“Per your orders, we have captured the men intruding at the old base.” Colonel Nachbauer came to attention and addressed Hans.

Hans returned his salute. “Well done comma Colonel. I see there were no casualties. I sincerely hope that none of your men suffered any.”



Hitler took several steps forward and scanned the men. “Her name is Daria Hitler,” he answered for her. “She is my granddaughter and her name is Hitler.” He walked over and stood in front of the line. “Doctor Prestano.comma It is a pleasure to meet such a great academician. I read your treatise on, The Early Morovingian Dynasties, and it was fascinating.”

Dom did not know how to respond so he simply nodded his head. Hitler moved on down the line to Monday. “You, I assume are Doctor Stiehl, the would be paramour of my lieblingcomma Daria?”


Hitler continued to appraise Monday with a wide grin on his face, a grin seldom seen in newsreels of the old Hitler. There was no indication of hostility. “I have also read a dossier on you, Doctor Stiehl. While not as impressive as that of the eminent Doctor Prestano, you are also an accomplished academic, as well as a one time military officer.”

“The dossier I read about you was not a complimentry complimentary- touche Monday! one,” Monday replied. He’d be damned if he’d let this make believe Hitler ride roughshod over him.






“I’ve missed you terribly,” Monday whispered in a louder tone. “Are you well. Have you been mistreated?”

“That’s just it. They have treated me like royalty. It’s like I’m suddenly pPrincess Daria. People have stumbled all over themselves to cater to my every whim.”



For a good half-hour Daria filled Monday in on everything that had happened since she was kidnapped. She was especially talkative when she elaborated on how kind and gentlemanly Señor d’Amador was and on the beauty and peace of the villa. “Oh my!” she suddenly exclaimed. “I have the strangest news.”





“Getting back to Dorbec,” Monday stated. “His entire team, with the exception of two men, were killed by the man this Hans calls Colonel Wilhelm von Liegntz. I am sure that Hans had something to do with. Dorbec has joined our side and he is with Chester on a separate mission. Two of my men also died while escaping Liegntz.”

Daria’s look was extremely upsetting. Show me. What does she do with her face? “Hans told me that Dorbec was on his way back to Europe. He said nothing about the death of his men.”



“I understand that you and Doctor Prestano would like to clean up and refreshen yourselves,” Hans stated, openly disturbed that Monday and Daria were sitting alone at the far end of the table. show me this. “But, we have important business to transact first.”






“And you do not?” Monday asked?

“Not with dozens of mixed races inhabiting the planet. Not with hundreds of countries and scores of separate political systems running amuck. The civilizations of the world comma as it is today comma are headed for eventual extinction.”



The first lab coat continued. “They sincerely believe that if they go back in time and assassinate Jesus Christ and Muhammad before they can expound on their religious beliefs, that Christianity and Islam will never be conceived or spread.” I would be going hold the phone here, time travel? Say what now?





“They may interfere with out own project, which we have just initiated. The project will take months to complete and we cannot afford the risk that they may accidentally succeed.” Which man is saying this?



“If I am going to take my team back through time and all that it implies, I need to know.” Monday sent Hans a defiant look. What does that facial expression look like?


Hitler shook his head. “That is a price we are willing to pay. New Germany will eventually be a paradise on earth. A place without war, without hunger, and without fear. We are creating the perfect society that will allow humankind to live together in peace and harmony.”

Monday’s face mirrored the shocked look on Daria’s.

Yeah, um... Hitler, Utopias never work out so well! Ok , now I'm talking to your characters! Interesting chapter!

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Chapter 52

May 11, 2012 – Arianni Base – Near Eclipse Island - Australia



Less than an hour latercomma the door to their room opened. A young man dressed in a strange uniform beckoned for them to follow him. In the small corridor they were reunited with the others. They followed behind the young man and walked down the ramp of the airship into a gigantic underground airfield. The field was as bright as day. withNovisible lighting was visible comma but it appeared to emanate from the walls and ceiling. The tarmac stretched for hundreds of yards to the right and left. Two ships approximately the same size as the one they exited was parked waited nearby? near, and a score of smaller ships could be seen in the distance. There were very few personnel around the ships or in the docking bay.

They were ushered passive voice. Who did the ushering? towards a large opening in the wall that appeared to be an elevator. Chester noted that a squad of the strangely dressed men, Arianni he assumed, halted Cencio, Khan, and their men and demanded their weapons.



“Like for killing people for no reason.” Carney cast an appraising look at Ariana. He was querulous and had obviously ran run out of chewing tobacco and unable to get to his equipment for resupply.

Ariana did not answer him but guided them into the elevator. There were at least twenty buttons on a wall panel, several up, but the majority going down. The tight quarters reminded Dorbec that a hot bath was well overdue. It didn’t take a sharp sense of smell to pick up the tang of dried sweat and other sour body odors. Ew! gross but effective imagery.



She finally switch finally and she for variety. took a smaller corridor leading off from the mall and stopped at a decorative door. “These are your quarters,” she said, addressing the five team members. Your officers will be one door down. Feel free to shower or bathe. An attendant will arrive shortly to arrange for a clean change of attire. Should you need somethingcomma please make your request known at that time. There are enough rooms and bath facilities here for each of you.”


Ariana grinned. “No need for a prison. There’s no possible way you can leave this Base without one of the airships, which you do not know how to operate. We believe you are civilized enough not to cause harm to our people. You are free to go wherever you choose so long as you do not endanger yourself. Our streets are decorated according to the different nationalities of your surface nations. We find it adds variety and a much better atmosphere. The shops and cafes are free. We do not use money here. We ask only that you respect the rights of others and act in a kind and courteous manner.” I wanna hang out there!


Ariana glanced at him as if he had made a childish remark. “The Brotherhood demanded that we separate you. For whatever reason commaI am not privy. Normally, we do not separate officers from crew or leaders from others. We are all equal in Arianni society.”




While they were showering and performing their toilet, their uniforms were cleaned passive voice- who cleaned their uniforms? and pressed. There was a large holographic television in the sitting room and Chester asked an attendant how to operate it. The attendant turned it on, and at Chester’s request, tuned it to his favorite news network.

The news was old, just a rehash of the same stuff he’d seen before. A special news flash interrupted the female anchor in mid sentence. “We repeat, the Secretary of Defense was just found dead in his D.C. townhouse. When he did not respond to calls earlier this morning, his aide went to his home to check on him. He was allegedly found lying on his living room floor. The cause of death is an apparent heart attack, although no autopsy has been performed. Speculation is rife about his replacement, but inside sources indicate that it will probably be billionaire Franklin Xavier, a long time friend and close confidant of the President.” Nice way to reveal this.


Dorbec shook his head in agreement. “I met him in Chad several months ago. He seemed to be in very good physical shape at that time. They say he had a strict exercise regimen and was very careful about his diet. comma A retired military man.”

An hour later, two people, a man and a woman dressed in military uniform, appeared at the door. The interesting thing about the doors was that when someone wanted admittance the doors turned opaque. People on the inside could see the visitor, but the visitor could not see into the room. “We are here to escort you to the Council,” the female stated. They obviously did not expect a reply. They knew that the occupants had heard their statement clearly.



As they were led to the seatspassive voice at the end of the table, Dorbec spotted Ariana sitting among their hosts. He winked at her, but got no response but a bright smile. As soon as they were seated, the rest of the team, Oddball, Lars, Claude, The Geek, and the Navy Corpsman, John Carney, were led in and seated around them,




The Councilor, who had yet to identify himself, waved a hand at Arianna. “Leader Ariannacomma will answer your first question.”


“Why are you hiding underground like hermits?” Dorbec interrupted. “With your technologycomma you could assist your fellow human beings on the surface. We could use a hell of a lot of assistance.”




“So, if I’m hearing you correctly, you can’t kill anymore, but you can evidently let others kill for you?” Dorbec sat back in his seat scowling? with an angry look.

“You’re really no better than the Nazis,” Chester injected. “You think you’re the master race and a step above the rest of the people of the world.”







One of the men who had accompanied Cencio and Khan into the room stood and bowed to the Counsel. He was a short rotund man, but the weight appeared to be more muscle than fat. He wore an expensive business suit; a custom tailored Giorgio Armani to be exact. “We need you to complete a mission for us. You and your team will be accompanied on the mission by Brother Contadino, Bishop Khan, Commander Ariana, and a few other select personnel.”



“To make a long story short, your mission will be to travel back in time to assist in the assassination of Jesus, the founder of Christianity, and Muhammad ibn Abdullah, the founder of Islam.

“Holy crap!” Oddball blurted.

Whoa!

Mostly passive voice issues, helping verbs, and some commas. (I didn't reallly mark the helping verbs.) Big things revealed in this chapter.
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Chapter 51

May 10, 2012 – New Berlin Base – Antarctica



The doctor led Daria from the clinical room with a frozen smile on his face. “Would you prefer to refreshen yourself and get a change of clothing before we return to the Führer’s office?” His tone of voice indicated that it would be preferable if she did so.

“I assume they have assigned living quarters to me?”

“Your luggage and other possessions have been delivered to your new residence, Fraulein. I will advise your staff that you are coming if you prefer to make the diversion.”

My Staff, Daria mused, not at all happy with her sudden celebrity status. Show us she's not happy. “I presume this staff has been selected for their complete loyalty to my grandfather?”

“And to you,” The doctor chuckled.

The only people she knew in this strange place were Hans and Wilhelm and she preferred to see them as little as possible. She wished that Señor d’Amador had been allowed to accompany them. She had grown very fond of the friendly and somewhat loquacious Don. Daria was also tired of being surrounded by men. She enjoyed the company of Monday’s Team and his friends, and she missed him desperately, but she needed someone of her own gender to talk with. She needed to review things from a woman’s viewpoint.

“I met a woman on the air ship that brought me here, doctor. I believe her name was Marta. Is there any way she could be assigned to my staff?”

The doctor paused to reflect on her request. “She is a member of the military and her low position may not be suitable for someone of your, shall we say, stature.”

“My stature is what I make of it.” Daria’s eyebrows raised and the tone of her voice shifted. “I would like to have someone around of my own gender that I can relate to. Someone who is not a spy and who has not been briefed on what to do or what to say for every move I take. Her low position, as you emphasize, can be amended can it not?”

Daria’s room turned out to be a large complex of rooms. It was as spacious as the one she had left in the villa but not as lavish or eloquently decorated. The multitude of closets were filled with the clothing given to her at the villa and one smaller closet contained an assortment of military style uniforms ranging from formal military dress to a dozen of the camouflage uniforms in her exact size. The epaulets on the uniform shoulders contained some sort of rank but she had no idea what it stood for. There was even a row of military decorations or ribbons above the right breast pocket, decorations, which also meant nothing to her.

Her staff consisted of several elderly women in uniform, a bodyguard, whom she assumed was also assigned to prevent her from escaping, and a lady in waiting to see to her dress and schedule. There were also maids and other people flittering around.

Daria took advantage of her position and called for a hot bath and cool glass of beer. While she enjoyed a good glass of wine or snifter of spirits, she was thirsty and beer had always quenched her thirst better than anything else had.

Her thoughtsbegan to drifted as the hot soapy water caressed and soothed her body. “I’ve contributed nothing towards escaping my dilemma,” she thought. “I’ve been manhandled, pushed around, forced to go places I didn’t want to go to, separated from the man I love, and I’ve done nothing.” The water was makingmade her drowsy. She had always been a self-sufficient person. She didn’t like to be pushed around and told what to do.

A sudden thought entered her mind causing her to set straight up in the tub. “My half brother is Dorbec?” How fate had arranged such a liaison she could not conceive. “No wonder I was drawn to him. Does he know? Don’t be absurd. If he knew he would have said something, wouldn’t he?” Having been jolted from her drowsiness she climbed from the tub. “I’ll slap him as hard as I can the next time I see his goofy face. How dare he kidnap his sister, half sister!”

She wrapped a huge towel around herself and headed for her dressing room. As soon as she exited the bath areacomma she ran into Marta.

“My God girl, you scared me!” Daria spat at the smiling woman. Marta was still in uniform and still wearing her disarming smile. “German efficiency is wonderful but I didn’t expect to see you so soon.”

“You asked for me, FuhrerEnkelin…Frauline Wolff?”

“Daria. Remember, it’s Daria, none of this leader’s daughter stuff.”

“My commander ordered me to attend to you immediately, Daria.”

The woman’sinfectious grin was infectuous somade Daria smiled back. “I simply wanted someone around that was not male. Would you accept a promotion to friend? Especially since I seem to have a shortage of female friends lately.”

Marta came to attention. Noting the disapproving look on Daria’s face, she quickly relaxed. “I am honored to be thought of as a friend. I was not expecting such a great honor. I don’t know what to say.”

“How about yes, for starters. And, do you have to wear that… that uniform?”

“It is required.”

“Do I out rank your commander?”

“Very much so. You outrank all military personnel, Daria,” Marta replied with a quizzical expression.

“I better not push it,” Daria thought. “I might get the woman in trouble.” “Will you help me pick out something to wear?” She pointed in the direction in which she thought the clothes closet lay.

Several hours later, after trying on dozens of dresses and outfits and chatting uncontrollably with Marta, Daria was finally satisfied with the way she looked. Her mood had brightened somewhat, or at least her depressionhad faded. She was ready to confront the inevitable and undergo her interview with the man whom everyone said was her grandfather. She had also managed to unfreeze Marta’s military regimen to some degree allowing her to exercise more spontaneous feeling.

“Time to go.” Daria pointed to the large doors.

Marta suddenly froze, her radiant smile vanishing from her face.

“Come now,” Daria chuckled. “Grandpa can’t be that bad.”

“It’s not that,” Marta shrugged. “I have never met the Fuhrer in person. He’s more like a figurehead instead of a real live person. Perhaps I should wait for you.”

“Nonsense.” Daria grabbed her arm and marched to the door and pulled it open. “Take me to your leader,” she demanded. The bodyguard glanced at her as if she was loco.

Instead of taking her to the huge chamber she had seen before, the bodyguard dropped her off in a small office where an officer sat at a neat and functional desk. Two soldiers stood sentry duty at a large double door. They were fully armed and had a, no nonsense, look about them.

The officer picked up a telephone and said something too low to hear, then stood. “The General will be with you shortly Fraulein. Would you care to sit?” He pointed at several chairs and one plush couch against the far wall.

“We can come back if it is an inconvenient time?” Daria smiled at the officer. He was young, handsome and kept glancing at Marta. Daria wasn’t sure if he was flirting or if he disapproved of her presence.”

The officer suddenly snapped to attention.

“You look ravishing,” Hans said as he entered the room. “That outfit suits you well.” *Paragraph*Marta joined the officer and jolted to frozen attention. He was wearing a dress uniform, solid black with a large amount of silver piping. The tailored uniform fit him like a glove and displayed his sleek, powerful physique. Daria noticed he was also wearing the dreaded SS markings on his collar.

“I see you’re playing soldier,” Daria couldn’t help but jib. “I guess I’m not allowed to see the big man without a personal escort?”

“Your grandfather asked me to watch after your safety. I am just obeying orders, like the young Lieutenant at your side.”

“Lieutenant?” Daria parroted. “Did you hear that Marta? It appears as if you have been promoted.” Daria knew the only reason for the promotion was to make her more suitable for, ‘someone of her stature’ as the Doctor had insinuated.

Hans offered his hand and nodded for the sentries to open the massive doors. He had already advised the Fuhrer by phone of Daria’s presence. The room was very large, at least a hundred feet wide and even more in depth. A single massive desk occupied the far wall surrounded by tables full of maps, cups, and objects. Banners were aligned along the right wall depicting either military unit colors or heraldry. The man who looked like Adolph Hitler stood from behind the desk and bid them approach.

Daria turned to see that Marta had remained in the outer office with the young officer. The girl was obviously terrified at being thrown into a situation not of her choosing. “You aren’t too collected either girl,” Daria thought to herself, noticing her free hand was shaking, not from fear but from fear of what she might say.

Hans stopped a good twenty feet from the desk, came to stiff attention, and saluted. “Heil Hitler,” he said, rendering the straight-arm salute, a salute that, ironically, had its origins in Rome, New York, not Nazi Germany or Ancient Rome.

Hitler came out from behind his desk and waved at Hans as if the salute was a silly inconvenience. He then rushed over to Daria and threw his arms wide. “Welcome child!” he grinned, his eyes shining with humor, his face radiant with warmth.

The reception was totally not what Daria had been expecting. Coldness, distance, shrewdness, was among her expectations, not this jovial, happy, cheerful man. His affection appeared genuine, not at all rehearsed or forced.

“Good afternoon, Herr Hitler.” Daria spoke barely above a whisper.

“Herr Hitler! Herr Hitler! Is that any way for a granddaughter to greet her Großvater?” The man acted like he was genuinely hurt. “Please call me anything but that, Liebling!”

Daria was at a sudden loss. Grandfather, she knew would be appropriate under the circumstances, but she simply could not bring herself to say the words.

“Dolf!” he smiled. “Call me Dolf. I never liked Adolph so my friends and family always call me Dolf. Please join me on the setee, Liebling.” He signaled for a valet standing by the door to bring tea.

They talked for over an hour. The man was not the Hitler that history rememberedHe was but kind, considerate, cheerful and full of laughter. He reminded Daria of Henri, always joking, smiling and throwing in bits and pieces of dry humor. She found herself genuinely liking the man. His character was warm, refreshing and she felt completely at ease with him. He also had a mesmerizing way with words and would constantly surprise her with his disapproval of the old National Socialist Party. Evil, misguided, arrogant people were some of the words and phrases he used. Daria found herself wanting to learn more about this kind, gentle, man who was supposedly her grandfather.

A senior officer, who strode briskly up to them and saluted, interrupted them. “We have several intruders, my Fuhrer.” He glanced at Hans as he spoke the words. “The men we sent Colonel Nachbauer to capture.”

“Bring them in,” Hitler replied, waving the officer away.

“Perhaps I should take Fraulein Wolff to her quarters first.” Hans hastily glanced at the back of the retreating officer.

“She is my granddaughter, I hide nothing from her.” Hitler cast a curious glance at Hans.

Daria stood and watched as nine men walked slowly into the room. One of them wore the camouflaged Nazi uniform, the following seven after him were; Monday, Scout, Weps, Bones, Dom and a man she did not know. A grinning Helmut Mueller brought up the rear of the line. Monday and Bones were supporting Scout as if he had been wounded or hurt.

Monday’s eyes widened as he recognized Daria standing next to a man who looked identical to, Adolph Hitler.

Interesting chapter. It is a needed respite from the tension, but not so much that you will lose the reader. There were many was in this chapter. I didn't mark them all, but you may want to take a look at them when you're revising.

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Very nicely done! I like the repetition of the theme. Of course, the history part is pretty cool too! Am I to understand that you're a Vietnam Vet? The first time I saw my father cry was when we visited the wall in D.C. and he found the name of his friends from high school.

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Chapter 50

May 10, 2012 – Near Isla Wikham in the Tierra del Fuego - Chile



“Old fish eyes,” Chester whispered, as Cencio walked towards them. “He looks more like a dead mackerel every time I see him.” *Paragraph*He returned his gaze to the man Cencio called, Bishop Khan. He did not look like a Bishop, walk like a Bishop, or talk like a Bishop. He had no clerical visage at all about him. Chester knew the man was military or exmilitary. The uniform he and his men wore resembled the camouflage uniforms worn by the British SAS.

“You don’t look happy to see me?” Cencio remarked, glaring glared at Chester then glancing glanced towards Dorbec. “Had I been ten seconds late, you all would be nothing but memories now. Bishop Khan here has a tendency to follow his orders to the letter.”

“A promotion,” Dorbec smiled. “The last time I saw Ali Baba here, he was a sergeant in the South African Army. Senior Sergeant, Arash Khan, I believe his moniker was at the time.”

“Ali Baba was Arabic. Arash is Iranian,” Cencio smirked. “He is Aryan and the descendent of the great hero, Loft Ali Khan.”

“Heard it all before,” Dorbec sounded disinterested in any further conversation gave an exaggerated yawn?. *Paragraph*Bishop Khan was completely unpreturbed by Dorbec’s remarks. No paragraph break here.

“You will proceed down to the shore line in a single file.” Cencio pointed in the direction of the lake where one of the few flat areas could be seen. “Any attempts to escape and I will simply have to tell His Imminence that we suffered casualties in the skirmish.”

Ten minutes later they were lined up on a flat rocky beach no more than sixty feet wide, where Khan ordered several men to secure their hands behind their backs with plastic electrical ties. As soon as this was accomplished he pulled a hand held radio from his pocket and said something into the mike.

“You were close.” Cencio strode up to Chester. “Wrong Isla. We’re located at Isla Riesco a bit north of here. There are some very nice restaurants in a little town named Punta Arenas near by.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Chester glared. “I don’t like little turds like you and you know it.”

“I figured you were intelligent enough to read between the lines. By divulging our location, surely you’ve got to realize that escape is impossible.”

“You Nazi’s are all alike, you think your s*** don’t stink.”

“Nazi’s! You think we’re Nazi’s?” Cencio’s eyes suddenly squinted in anger. “The Nazi’s are degenerative monsters! We represent the future of mankind, a peaceful, benevolent society, free from war, hunger, and hatred.”

“So, you’re the other lollypop kids!” Since it is a specific, you may need to Lollypop Kids? Chester grinned. “The puppets that the Vatican pulls around?”

“The Church has nothing to do with The Brotherhood,” Cencio blurted. “The Babylonian Brotherhood was in existence long before The Church and it will still be active long after The Church has been destroyed.”

“Oh Brother, Where Art Thou!” A pretty good flick Chester laughed. “What should I call you, Brother, or de other Brother?”

Cencio turned and walked off in anger. He had a problem controlling his temper and did not want it to interfere with this mission. His Imminence wanted these men alive, but he would be just as happy to butcher them on the spot.

A sudden noise could be heard coming gurgled? from the lake. The water in a large circular area started to foam and rise up like a gigantic air bubble. A tremendous craft broke free from the water and slowly headed in their direction. It was easily fifty yards in diameter with the thickness of a three-story building.comma The disc was slowly spinningspun like a plate on a stick and a strange humming noise permeated the air. A few moments later it hovered above the small strip of land they were standing on and a ramp slid down to within inches of the rocky ground. Another larger ramp slid down on the lakeside and hovered at the water’s edge.

Chester and his men gawked at the air ship with their mouths open. They watched as the three enemy zodiacs were loaded into the ship one at a time and then their own smaller zodiac followed. It was loaded down with their weapons and equipment.

“Into the ship!” Bishop Khan demanded, pointing at the smaller ramp.*Paragraph* They turned and followed a uniformed soldier up the short walkway and into the body of the huge air ship. As soon as they cleared the opening, they turned to the right and followed a small corridor. On each side of the corridor were rooms with the doors closed. Several hundred feet later, they were halted and four team members and Carney were ordered Who did the ordering? Passive voice to enter a small utilitarian room. Chester nodded for them to do so.

Chester and Dorbec were taken passive voice further down the corridor and ordered into a different room, one with three chairs and a small table. The soldiers closed the door without saying a word.

“I thought it was the new Nazi’s who had the flying saucers!” Dorbec stated, as they made themselves comfortable in the soft chairs.

Chester put his hands behind his ears and looked around the room. He was telling Dorbec that others could be listening to their conversation, so to be careful of what he said. “Looks like everyone has them but us,” he finally replied. “Even at that, I’m not too sure. The government isn’t particularly forthcoming with their secret projects.”

“I know what you mean, Mon ami.”

The door opening interrupted them. In walked a strikingly beautiful young woman carrying a tray with several beverages on it. She placed the tray on the small table, took a glass and poured herself a drink from a bottle of chilled wine. “Excellent French wine,” she remarked, her dazzling white smile lighting up the room. “There is a large carafe of good German Monastery beer for you also, Chester, as how you prefer a ‘cold one’ over wine.”

They looked at her with puzzled expressions. She was tall, slim, with perfect proportions. Her lips were a soft pink, her eyes were wide and a light violet color, her skin was velvety smooth and a dark shade of tan, and her hair was cropped short in an Audrey Hepburn style cut. She actually resembled a young Audrey Hepburn and appeared to be in her mid twenties. She was dressed in a casual skirt with a white blouse and comfortable shoes without heels.

Dorbec finally broke from his stupor and reached for the wine. “If all my jailers look like you, I am very happy to be your prisoner.” His eyes followed her generous smile.

“Je ne suis pas votre geôlier,” Hey! Understood that BEFORE you had the translation. The French lessons are paying off! *Smile* the woman replied. “I am not your jailer,” she continued in English for Chester’s benefit. “I am the commander of this ship. Actually, I am the commander of this entire sector.”

“Sector?” Chester reached for the large carafe of beer and poured himself a foaming glass.

“My sector covers all of South America, Africa and Australia. The composition of our organisation will be given to you during your briefing after we arrive at Alpha Base. I feel it my duty to welcome you aboard my ship and to make your trip as comfortable as possible. I assure you that your men are safe and also comma do or please- enjoying refreshments.”

“Who are you people?” Chester bluntly questioned. “We’ve met the fish eyed Brother and Ghengis Khan and heard of His Imminence, but, who are you?”

“They are who they claim to be,” she replied with a smile. “You may call me Ariana. Brother Cencio is a field operative for The Brotherhood and Bishop Khan is of the warrior sect. They both report to the Cardinal, the man they refer too ascomma His Imminence. I do not belong to their Brotherhood because I am not one of them.”

“Not one of them?” Dorbec raised his eyebrow.

“Not one of you or them,” she smiled and took a sip of her wine. “My name, Ariana, comes from what my people call themselves, The Arianni. We have lived on this planet for two hundred thousand years.

Chester almost dropped his glass and Dorbec had tears in his eyes from fighting down a sip of wine that tried to crawl into his lungs. Ooo! I like that description.

“Two hundred thousand years!” Chester blurted. “Are you bonkers or just an escapee from the funny farm?”

“Your reaction is expected,” Ariana chuckled. “I think I would be quite shocked and would resort to denial were I in your position.”

“How is this possible, mon chéri?” I noticed that the Mon ami was capitalized, but here the mon is not. I don't know the grammar on this. Dorbec asked. “Wouldn’t you be ruling the entire world if such was the case?”

“It is a very long story, one which you will soon learn. We did inhabit the surface many thousands of years ago, but incredible technology combined with evil leaders and gullible people destroyed our civilization. We are the remnants of a once powerful world-wide race. We are now content to live in solitude away from the barbarian hordes of the surface world. Do not misinterpret my meaning. We have no animosity against any nation on the surface, we simply prefer to live by our own peaceful laws and in our society which has finally matured and outlawed war, disease, hatred, and suffering.” Several sentences starting with we. You may want to consider revising.

“Why have we never heard of your people?”

“You have in a way,” Ariana replied. “In 1947 one of your American Navy Admirals made contact with us. His name was Byrdcomma I believe. He talked with one of our leaders and then returned to the surface. I believe he got the message all wrong though and also the location of our Alpha Base.”

“I’ve heard of Admiral Byrd’s secret diary,” Chester muttered. “He allegedly went insane and made up the entire thing, I think.”

“Which brings back the question, why were we abducted?” Dorbec demanded.

“Unfortunately, our supreme leaders have made a pact with The Brotherhood,” Ariana shook her head. “Many of us disagree, but if their goal succeeds, then there will finally be universal peace on the surface.”

“What goal is that?” Chester asked.

Ariana took another sip of wine and sat her glass down gently on the table. “I am not part of that program and thereforecomma I have not been briefed on it. It is my understanding that one of you is needed in order to expedite the program, however, I am not aware of which one of you that may be.”

“Well sweetheart, suppose we refuse to cooperate?”

“You will cooperate.”

Ariana stood and looked down at them. “I know your character. You are both honorable men. You do not have evil in your hearts or minds and you both possess a trait that will make you cooperate.”

She walked to the door, which opened, as she neared. She turned as she left and said one word.

“Loyalty.”

Even though you've gone into science fiction, you've done it in a way that is believable. Yet another good chapter.

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Chapter 49

May 10, 2012 – Near the Mühlig-Hoffmann Mountain Range - Antarctica



Monday checked his gear for the umpteenth time since they left McMurdo Station. The loss of one single item could mean the difference between life and death in the conditions they were about to undertake. He chose a flat area approximately a kilometer from the coordinates he had. The LC-130 Hercules was rigged passive voice with retractable ski-wheels and could land anyhwere on the continent.

Antarctica is not a mere ice-covered surface, but a real continent, with plains, valleys, and mountain peaks up to 15,000 feet. The temperature in the interior is around zero in the summer, and never drops below 20 or 30 degrees below in the winter. In other words, it is not as cold as in parts of North Dakota or Canada.(especially underground, where the natural temperature would be in the 50's, even below snow and ice, and with geothermal activity, possibly warmer.) switched to present tense






“Especially with ‘The Thing’ running around.” Lofton returned, humming hummed the tune to The Twyilight Zone, referring to an old B-movie from the 50’s and an imaginative television series.

As soon as they were unloaded, Monday signaled to the pilots that they were cleared to take off. The pilot waved back and revved up the props. Within minutes comma the running lights of the LC-130 was disappeared? faded? out of sight. Monday turned and surveyed his small Team. He felt lost without Chester and the others, as if half his ability had been taken with them. He hoped they had not run into anything that he and Dorbec could not handle.




Monday signaled for them to spread out and look for possible underground openings. The report indicated that there were several bunkers, bunker one being the one he was searching for. It was from this bunker that the alleged British second expedition entered the underground tunnels. They found it within a few minutes. Snow had drifted into the door and covered the floor by several inches but they still had easy access. The second expedition had reported that two bodies were found in the bunker, one of their own who had been recently killed by one of the ‘Polar Men’ and the remains of one sole survivor from the first expedition, which had been stripped to the bone.

They found nothing in the small bunker except a weather worn military issue desk, some disgarded food containers, and bits and pieces of trash. They noticed that one wall of the bunker had been caved in as if it had at one time led to an opening of some kind.

He directed Weps to place several M112 block demolition charges of 1.25 pounds of Composition C4 in position to blast open the rubble. Weps pulled the olive-drab Mylar film off several blocks and worked the putty like substance into a cone shape. The cone shape would allow for maximum penetration and expansion. He then Then her? crimped a two-minute fuse into a blasting cap and stuck it into the cone. They had decided not to use electrical detonators but plain fire lit fuse for convenience sake.



The powerful blast shook the ground for thirty yards around. The entire top of the small bunker had been blownblew off revealing a gaping wound in the snow. As they walked back to the bunker, Monday notice that the tunnel opening had been completely cleared leaving a wide path descending down into the dark depths. It was not a man made tunnel but seemingly of natural origin.



They followed the tunnel for miles before they came to the first obstruction. An explosion had collapsed the tunnel, obviously by the second British expedition during their hasty retreat. Monday ordered Weps to perform his magic and after several small explosions a small opening to the other side was made. passive voice

After the team successfully made it through the bottleneck comma Monday halted. This new part of the tunnel smelled different than the one they had been in. Previously he had noticed very little smell, mostly dry stale air, now there was a rich moisture laden the scent? smell to their surroundings. A few feet down the tunnel they found half a dozen skeletons, mostly intact, with rotting rags hanging from parts of the bones.



“Taken out by that last British blast,” Monday mused. “I doubt any of their distant cousins are still around, but everyone keep a sharp eye.”*Paragraph* The further they progressed down the tunnel the more skeletal bodies they found. commaA few of them were dressed in torn British uniforms but the majority had only pitiful remnants of rags left.



After several more miles and two more caved in sections to clear, they entered a massive underground cavern. The cavern was warmer than the tunnel and an overpowering smell of fresh plant life permeated the air. Descending into the caverncomma they found several small lakes and upon testing the water found it clear and cool. Monday signaled for a lunch break and strolled over to talk with Dom. He knew his friend was still upset over the recent events that had placed him on the wrong side of the coin.

“What do you make of these ragged bones? Monday asked, opening a pack of MRE’s.

Dom was opening opened a container of his own pesonally bought food. MRE’s, or Meals Ready to Eat were not part of his gastronomical répertoire.



“Their value is obvious.” Dom reached for a flask of wine. “If the power hidden inside those jewels can somehow be tapped, who knows what can be produced? Do you honestly believe we will find the de scendants of Nazi Germany somewhere in these caverns?”




“Found something?” Lofton yelled. He was meanderingmeandered around after his meal several hundred feet from where the others sat.*Paragraph* Suddenly alert, Monday jumped to his feet and signaled for the others to fan out. No paragraph break here.



“Would you look at that?” Lofton pointed his light into a sunken hollow full of dark icy water. Next to a small cement dock was anchored a Nazi U-boat. Although some rust had sat in somewhat rusted, for the most part it looked as if it could have docked that same day. “Reckon you were right about the Nazi’s being here.”



“It has!” a loud voice cut in. *Paragraph*At the same time massive lights came on throwing the large cavern into eye squinching light. Blinded by the light and startled by the loud voice, all they could do was drop to the ground and seek concealment.



They watched as scores of men dressed in unusual camouflage uniforms stood up around them. Eachwas carrying carried a futuristic looking weapon but Monday had no doubt that they would be effective and deadly. Their numbers continued to grow until well over a hundred soldiers surrounded them.



They were shocked to see Helmut Mueller stand up on the conning tower of the Nazi U-boat. Did they know him from before? I can't remember. If not, I don't know that they would be shocked that it was him.





“One at a time,” Mueller grinned. “One at a time.”
Man! Mueller is creepy! You're doing a wonderful job of keeping up the tension!

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Chapter 48

May 9, 2012 – New Berlin Base – Antarctica



Hans offered his arm to Daria in a gentlemanly fashion, his eyebrows raised and a disarming smile covered his handsome face. “It’s time to introduce you to our leader.”

He escorted her from the small craft into what appeared to be a docking bay. It was a vast area, obviously underground or at least undercover. Several small flying craft, or Fliegenkämpfer, as Hans had called them, were parked side by side on the cement tarmac. Technicians were swarmingswarmed around them and unusual ground vehicles were buzzing buzzedback and forth like plump beetles. The people she saw wore the same type of uniform as Hans, with the exception of several donned in a uniform cut similar to Marta’s.

They entered a door leading off the busy tarmac and headed down a well-lit hallway. Attractive signs of happy working people were tastefully arranged along the corridor and the flooring was covered in a noise dampening material so their footsteps did not produce harsh sounds.

They passed through several more doors and were suddenly surrounded by scores of people, all in uniform, heading in various directions. incomplete sentence- needs some revision Daria noticed that all of them were taller than average, most had blond or light brown hair and blue eyes, and all were smiling and nodding as she and Hans strode down a massive corridor. Further on down the corridor and walkways, women and children began to appear. They also wore uniforms, of varying patterns and colors, but all displayed what appeared to be genuine smiles on their faces. Everyone seemed happy and some even bowed or curtsied to her as she passed.

They finally entered through an official looking door with two military sentries stationed as guards. They wore black uniforms, shining boots that came almost up to their knees, immaculate web gear, and helmets that resembled the modern American kevlar helmet but with a distinctive difference. They resembled a modern version of the old Nazi SS. Each carried a futuristic assault rifle on a sling hung over their shoulders. They came to rigid attention and saluted as Hans and Daria approached.

As they entered a large chamber, dozens of soldiers in various uniforms stood and bowed. Hans patted her hand reassuringly and continued to walk to the end of the huge room where several men stood with their backs turned away looking down at huge conference table.

As soon as the men noticed their approach, each straightened up from their crouching position and bowed, all except one man who continued to gaze down at the table. Hans halted about ten feet from the lone man, removed his hand from Daria’s, and came to the position of attention. “I present Fraulein Wolff, mein Führer!” he said in a commanding voice.

As soon as the man turned around, Hans saluted him with the old Nazi salute. Daria took one glance at the figure and fainted.

She awoke in a white room that appeared to be a sterile medical environment. An elderly man wearing a white lab coat was bending over her. Apparently, he was a doctor and his kind face and eyes exuded empathy and friendliness. He smiled as she sat up on the bed or whatever it was they had placed her on.

“Sleeping Beauty awakes,” he said with a jovial and spacious grin. “How do you feel fraulein?”

Daria was still shaken from the mind numbing experience. She wasn’t certain if it was fact or a nightmare. She looked emploringly at the kindly physician.

“What you have seen is fact.” The physician answered her puzzled look and handed her a cool glass of water.

“Adolph Hitler?” she blurted.

The man reached for her hand but she quickly pulled it away. “Yes. The person you saw is Adolph Hitler.”

Daria shook her head in disbelief. “Hitler would be one hundred thirteen years old if he was alive. The man I saw looked exactly like the Adolph Hitler of 1945, a fifty six year old man.” She took a drink of the cool water and waited for the doctor to explain the mystery.

“By now, if not suspicious, you are aware that certain leaders, scientists, and other highly placed party members escaped after World War II. Your grandparents were among them. What is not commonly known is that thousands of patriotic Germans also escaped and joined us here to carve out a new homeland and government. It is also a well known fact that German scientists were far in advance of the Allies on many scientific fronts, not just military technology.”

He halted to get Daria another glass of water. “Your grandfather, Adolph Hitler, was not a well man. The stress of invasion had, shall we say, affected his thinking.”

“He was nuts,” Daria interrupted. “Crazy as a bed bug and a mass murderer.”

“Be that as it may, he continued to function as our leader. In 1957, two years before his death, our scientist successfully cloned him. As I noted, we were far ahead of the rest of the world in scientific technology, which correspondingly included medical breakthroughs. The man you met today is Adolph Hitler in every conceivable way, except, he is not the original.”

“A clone?” Daria could not grasp the thought that anyone would dare clone one of history’s most notorious criminals. “That still doesn’t change the fact that Frankenstein out there is still a mad man, a criminal, a…” She couldn’t think of an appropriate word to use.

“I beg to differ, fraulein. When we cloned the Führer we knew of his medical propensity for mental instability. Consequently, we eleminated that particular genetic trait from the new Führer, and his successor. He is as sane and as functional as you and I.”

Daria still could not aline align the facts in her mind. “Successor. What do you mean, successor?”

“The one year old successor to the Führer was successfully cloned and is being groomed to take his place when the inevitable happens.”

“You mean you have another one of those monsters primed and ready to go?”

The doctor dropped his smile and put on a disproving frown. “Neither or are? monsters and neither or murderers or criminals. The succesor to your grandfather is a kind, benevolent, considerate and incredible leader. He has the best interest of the German people on his mind and in his heart at all times. He was groomed from birth to know everything Adolph Hitler knew, his life, his dreams, his failures, and even his mistakes. We could not transfer the memories of your grandfather, and we were content that it did not happen. He does not possess the degenerative mental illness that twisted your grandfathers thinking.”

History had taught Daria a different lesson, an ugly lesson steeped in Nazi atrocities, the hola ocaust, millions of innocent lives, and barbarism. She wasn’t prepared to throw those memories away and embrase embrace? a new Nazi concept of benevolence.

“What of my grandmother and my mother?” She asked, afraid to hear the doctor say that both their clones were doing well and prancing around this hidden base.

“I would prefer that your grandfather talk of these subjects,” The doctor smiled again. “But I have been asked to allay your fears. Your grandmother, Eva, died one year after your grandfather, in 1960. Your beautiful mother died giving birth to you. Eva’s wish was for you to be raised in the Fatherland so you were sent to live with your grand aunt’s, Frau Wolff’s family. Neither of them wanted to be cloned due to their religious beliefs.”

There was still something missing, one little detail that she needed to clear up. “Did I have a father?”

The doctor glanced down at the floor then back at Daria. “No man was good enough for your mother, Klara. Your grandfather believed she was the perfect Aryan woman. A dozen of the most perfect Aryan male specimens to accompany the Führer to New Berlin were selected based on family history and an extensive battery of tests. None of them were good enough. Several years later, Aeric Eichel Dietrich, a highly decorated Fallschirmjager, paratrooper, made his way to your grandfather’s villa. He was captured by the Russians and taken to Buchenwald Concentration Camp. He was one of the few to ever escape. Yourgrandfather? father became enchanted with him. He finally won the hand of your mother, even though he was much older by then. The only error he ever committed was that he had a son while on a mission to France. He was unfortunately lost at sea just before you were born.”

“So, I’m the product of a Nazi stormtrooper,” Daria smirked. “The perfect Aryan baby. And, I have a half brother somewhere?”

“You are a beautiful, intelligent, and free spirited young lady. You are also the only immediate member of the Hitler family left. There are distant relatives living in Germany and in the United States, but we do not concern ourselves with them. You also have an obligation to fulfill and an important role in New Berlin society.”

“I did not ask for it, nor do I want to play a role in your society.”

“Unfortunately fraulein, the choice is not yours to make. The people of New Germany adore your grandfather and consequently his family. In their eyes you are a national icon, a member of the royal family and the key to their future prosperity. The key to their very existence.”

“Royalty? I thought Germans gave up that antiquated concept long ago?

“The old Germany did. However, we discovered that we need a royal figurehead to maintain morale, to give us a sense of direction, to display our pride, to lead us.”

“I assume, like the royalty of old, I must bow to the dictates of the supreme poo-bah!”

“You will find that we are a very modern society with high moral and ethical values. Our sole interest is survival.”

Daria stood and looked around her at the clinical atmosphere. The room looked no different than other hospital clinics she had visited. She had no interest in belonging to a society she did not even know existed. She also knew that unless she pretended to cooperate and gain a degree of personal freedom, her chances of escaping this royal prison were nill. She knew that Monday was searching for her and her heart told her that he would succeed. But, he did not know the terrible odds he faced.

“Do you know anything about my half brother?” Daria finally asked.

“He is an insignificant Frenchman who goes by the name of Jean Marcel Dorbec.”

Daria’s jaw dropped.

Love that twist! Great job! BTW, that book is called Crafty Screenwriting by Alex Epstein. It contains a lot of information that I found very useful. There is some good advice in it about writing and the business. Your son might enjoy it.

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Chapter 47

May 10, 2012 – Near Isla Wikham in the Tierra del Fuego - Chile



“Will you tell the man to slow down?” The rapid Spanish being thrown at him exasperated Chester. “Just the facts, not how hot or cold his wife is or how big a fish he caught.”

“The man and his brother say they see a round flying object go into this lake many times,” replied the Chilean soldier. “It goes in and many days later, it come back out.”

“Ask him how big it was, what color, any noise, anything else he can tell us about it.”

The soldier spoke again with the fisherman, who returned with another round of rapid Spanish. He jesticulated with his arms, his eyes shining, and he had white spittal at one corner of his mouth. His brother and half a dozen other fishermen standing at his side were pumping their heads up and down in agreement. Great visuals in this first paragraphs

“He say the thing was half the size of football field,” the soldier translated. “He could no see color because it kept changing, but there was a whining sound not easy to hear. His friends and family they agree with him.”

“Why didn’t they report it to the police, especially if it has happened so often?”

“I asked him before Colonel. He say they many times report it but the policia think they loco. They say he drink too much and see things that not there.”

Typical bureaucraticeresponse, Chester thought.

“According to our information this man, in fact, most of them are illiterate,” Dorbec added. “Nor do they have telvision. It’s not as if they watch or read about UFO’s or flying saucers on a daily basis. I think they are sincere in what they have seen.”

“That’s what we’re here to find out?” Chester turned and headed for the Zodiak. It was comma a Combat Rubber Raiding/Reconnaissance Craft, CRRC, borrowed from the Marine Force Recon unit attached to the Carrier. {e:paragra[hThe CRRC was equipped with a 55 horsepower two-stroke engine with a pumpjet propulsor and could carry six fully equipped commandos in addition to the coxswain and assistant coxswain who sat in the stern and guided the boat. The Coxswain is was? usually the commander of the Team, but in this case they borrowed a Medic from the navy who was trained on the craft. The Navy and Marine Corps called them Corpsmen instead of Medics.

Chester gave the signal to load up and head out into the lake. The depth of the water dropped immediately. It was also ice cold from constant glacial runoff. For over an hour they ran parallel to the lakeshore looking for any unusual signs. Chester finally ordered them to turn around and move to the center of the area from which the fishermen had allegedly seen the object enter the water.

“You sure you Army pukes know how to use that diving gear?” The Navy Corpsman was curious as to why he had been shanghied to join Army Special Forces.

“Le Légion étrangère.” Dorbec smiled, playing with the Corpsman’s mind. “I am French Foreign Legion, not American Special Forces. I have used this equipment on many occasions even under combat conditons.”

The Corpsman gave Dorbec a dubious grin and spat a large wad of tobacco juice into the water. “That doesn’t make these other men qualified.”

“We wouldn’t be here doing this if we didn’t know what we were doing…Corpsman,...” Chester stated, seeking the man’s name.

“Carney sir, John Carney. Petty Officer First, and I’ll take your word for it.”

“We have a Carney on our Special Ops Team,” Chester returned. “Kenny Carney, our Scout. Any possible relation?”

The Corpsman grinned back. “Hell. We have an entire county of Carneys in Ireland. Course most of them ain’t related. I guess somewhere along the line one of his ancestors laid one of mine, or vice-versa.”

“You’ll do,” Chester smiled and spat into his facemask. new paragraph He and Dorbec had opted to take the first run into the frigid water. no paragraph break here

Not only was the water cold as ice it was also crystal clear. Chester could see for a long distance into the darkening depths. He and Dorbec allowed themselves a maximum depth of two hundred feet and no longer than half an hour submerged then Lars and Claude would take a turn. It would not take long for hypothermia to set in even with their wetsuits protecting them.

Almost at the limit of their depth, they had to swim out to avoid a large overhanging shelf of rock. As they passed the end of the overhang it curled back in on itself and a gigantic opening spiraled down at an angle into the depths of the mountain. The opening resembled the mouth of a watery volcano. They could see nothing but darkness as the tunnel faded out of sight. Chester signaled for Dorbec to head for the surface. It would be impossible to explore the depths of the huge opening with the light gear they had with them.

They broke the surface at the same time.

“One thing for sure,” Chester coughed water from his nose. “That opening is big enough to swallow a sub and there’s no way we can explore it without one.”

Dorbec agreed and raised his arm to signal for the Zodiac to pick them up. “It may simply be a natural cavern left by volcanic activity,” he stated. “It’s large enough for a very big craft to enter though.”

Back on board the Zodiac, Oddball was waving his hands back and forth and pointing out into the lake. From their low vantagepoint in the water Chester and Dorbec could see very little in the distance. As soon as the Zodiac pulled up next to them Oddball yelled. “We’ve got company coming!” Lars and Claude helped them into the boat.

“Three boats.” Chester handed the binoculars to Dorbec. “Chilean military?” he mused.

“Anything on the radio?” Dorbec turned to The Geek.

“Nothing.”

Chester’s sixth sense told him that things weren’t quite right. The Chilean military had been very cooperative and the lack of communication portended unusual activity. “Get us back to shore,” he addressed Carney.

As soon as the Zodiac powered up and headed for shore, a hail of waterspouts sprang up around the boat, followed in the distance by the echoing noise of automatic weapons fire. Chester was pleased to see that no one returned fire, it would be a waste of ammunition considering the distances between them and the approaching boats.

Carney threw the Zodiac into a zig-zag course at top speed towards a small rocky channel. Waterspouts were still eruptinged around the boat as they turned sharply into the channel. They could see rock chips flying off the granite walls and quickly made for a hasty landing spot hidden behind the small peninsula.

As soon as the Zodiac hit the small muddy beach comma they grabbed their weapons and gear and raced for cover amid the jagged bolders and crevaces. Chester pointed to a spot at a higher elevation, which would afford them a view of the enemy craft approaching on the other side of the peninsula.

As soon as they reached the heights comma they could see the three boats had fanned out and two were making a beeline for shore. Their intent was to flank Chester’s Team on two sides while laying down a covering fire from the one remaining boat on the lake.

Chester signaled for his men to open fire on the enemy boat now within striking range. Oddball and the two legionnaires begin to pour three round bursts into the circling craft. The distance was still far enough away that their rounds had little effect on the fast moving boat.

The rocky terrain around them was rugged with plenty of cover and concealment. It was not an ideal place to fight from because the enemy also had plenty of cover and concealment. The two boats that had landed were packed with at least a dozen men each, which meant that Chester’s Team of seven was facing at least tweny-four commandos.

Chester could see happy grins on the faces of Lars and Claude. They were in their element doing what they were trained to do. Oddball had a similar smile on his scraggly face, while the Navy Corpsman was shaking his head wondering just what in hell he’d gotten himself into. The Geek calmly held a laptop and was tied into a military satellite. He was obviously trying to bring up a realtime satellite image of their location.

Suddenly, mortar rounds started falling all around them. Pieces of jagged schrapnel were hitting the rocks with davastating effect, sending hot screaming schrapnel in all directions. Instinct told them to hunker down to avoid this deadly rain of searing metal fragments but training told them that the enemy was using this barrage to work their way nearer their position.

The mortar barrage stopped as suddenly as it had begun. Their ears were ringing rangfrom concussion and most of them had small schrapnel cuts on their bodies and equipment. A bullhorn suddenly punctured the silence.

“Throw down your weapons and stand up!”

Chester glanced at Dorbec who shook his head in a determined no.

“We have flame throwers and men within range of your position,” the voice continued. “I understand that being burned alive is a terrible way to die. I will not waste the lives of my men assaulting your position. Surrender or burn.”

Chester could tell from the commanding tone of the man’s voice that he meant exactly what he said. He had no idea who the attackers were or even why they had been attacked in the first place. He would not sacrafice his Team’s lives for no reason.

“Throw your weapons down and stand up? Chester commanded. Dorbec and his men did not like the order, but obeyed. “I’ll never go out without taking some of the bastards with me,” Chester smiled at Dorbec. “I figure today’s odds of heading to hell empty handed is not worth it. Better to fight another day.”

“Move to the top of the ridge!” the voice demanded. “In single file.”

As soon as they assembled in a tight group in a small open area, the attackers stood. Two men were no more than twenty meters away holding flame-throwers. The remaining enemy was scattered in a semi circle around them. A tall, muscular and commanding man walked forward holding the bullhorn. Chester and Dorbec instantly knew that he was a Special Forces Commando, like themselves. His face radiated character and authority.

“I do not like butchering unarmed warriors,” the man stated. “But, my orders are to eliminate you. I will give you a last request before I carry out the order.”

Their defiant looks told him that no last request was needed.

“Bishop Kahn!”

A loud voice interrupted the uncomfortable silence. The commanding figure turned in the direction of the voice. The voice sounded familiar to Chester.

“A change of plans,” the voice called, heading in their direction. “Evidently one or more of them is needed. Their lives are to be spared, for the moment.”

As soon as the last word was spoken, Cencio walked into view from behind a rock outcropping.

Intense chapter. I especially liked the opening paragraphs. They were very well written! I can see this playing out nicely in movie format.

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Chapter 46

May 9, 2012 – The White House – Washington D.C.



“I agree comma Your Imminence,” the President whispered. “Events have gotten completely out of hand. I was hoping that Doctor Stiehl and his Team would be able to recover the jewels, but it seems as if The Principal has out manuevered him.”

“He may still lead us to the main base of The Principal,” the Cardinal mused. “If The Principal is allowed to use the power source now in his possession, our plan will be ruined. Our Alpha Cell will continue to shadow Stiehl.”

The president rubbed his tiredeyes. He was tired, irritated at Doctor Stiehl’s failure. “How much time do we have before The Principal can put his plans into operation?”

“Six months, possibly less.”

“And you are certain that the plan that we discussed is the ultimate aim of The Principal?”

The Cardinal paused in his reply. He was not accustomed to being second-guessed by anyone, especially someone he helped to place into a position of geat great power. “Their goal has not changed, but I believe we must now make alternate plans of our own. I am referring to the two items in your possession.”

The President sat up straighter in his seat when the words came over the line, his fatigue replaced by a jolt of adrenalin. The two jewels in possession of the United States would place The Brotherhood on an even par with The Principal. It was, however, the plan of last resort.

“They are more closely guarded than the bullion in Fort Knox,” The President finally replied. “Three signatures and scans are needed to remove the objects from their secure location, Mine, the Speaker of the House, and the Secretary of Defense. The Secretary is not one of us.”

“Are you implying that the leader of the free world cannot get his hands on two small items?”

“Nocomma Your Imminence.”

“Then make it so! The Secretary is expendible.”

“When must our scientists have the items?”

“Time is against us,” The Cardinal emphasized. “They must be delivered immediately. If Doctor Stiehl cannot lead us to The Principal so we can eleminate that threat, we must counter with our own solution.”

“He has failed us so far.”

“Doctor Stiehl is in love, Mr. President. A man in love can accomplish the impossible. He will find The Principal and through him, we will be in a position to strike. I think we need to send him a message though. The mercenary, Colonel Dorbec, also failed us. It is my understanding that the teams have separated. Doctor Stiehl’s best friend and Dorbec are searching in a separate area. Their demise may give Stiehl the anger he needs to move more rapidly. I will arrange it.”

The Cardinal hung up leaving the President with his own dark thoughts. A few minutes later he asked his secretary to get the Speaker of the House on his secure line.

What the president's name? What does he look like? Those were just a couple of questions I found myself wondering. This Cardinal is a bad, bad man. I hope he gets what he deserves in the end!

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Chapter 45

May 9, 2012 – La Cascada Hotel San Carlos de Bariloche – Argentina



Dom banged on the door with one of the expensive bottles of wine held tightly in his shaking fist. It took a few seconds for the face of a grinning Chester to appear. “Close the door!” Dom demanded as he rushed into the room.

Chester shut the door and watched as Dom made a beeline for the small bar where Henri was sucking down a foamy beer. As soon as he arrivedcomma he grabbed a wineglass and filled it to overflowing.

Monday could tell that something out of the ordinary was bothering his friend. Dom looked as if he had seen a ghost and he was nervous and sweating. This was not the cool, calm and collected Dom that he knew so well.

He walked over to the bar and put his hand on Dom’s shoulder. “Let it out!”

Dom looked at Monday then slowly glanced at the others. “I am a traitor,” he blurted. “A dirty, rotten, good for nothing, traitor.”

He watched their eyes as they waited for him to explain.POV switch “I’ve been working for someone else all along.” He let it out with a deep sigh. *Paragraph*For the next fifteen minutes Dom covered the details of his shadowy undercover mission for the Cardinal. He explained his reasoning and his devotion to the Cardinal and the Church. He paid particular attention to detail when explaining the role played by Cencio. On a penitent notecomma he offered to return to Italy and accept whatever fate came his way.

“I’ve known Doctor Prestano for many years.” Monday pled to the others. “I believe him when he says he was being used by the Cardinal.the Cardinal was using him? I also know that he could have returned to his villa in Italy without warning us of this new threat. But, now that he has warned us, I believe his life is in the hands of some evil organization.”

“You want us to accept his word and let him continue on with the Team?” Henri fervently shook his head as if he could not believe it.

“We allowed Dorbec to join us?” Chesterstated, standingstood firmly behind Monday.

“What’s this Alpha Cell?” Monday asked.

“I have no idea. Cencio mentioned it and that’s what made me suspicious of him. He did state earlier that there were to be no witnesses left when the jewels were recovered.”

Henri grunted. “So you were going to off all of us? Just you and this Cencio fellow?”

Dom did not respond to his question but continued on another note. “You can believe me or not, but I had already made up my mind to come clean and tell you the truth before my last discussion with Cencio. I thought the Jewel belonged to the Church and that my benefactor was only interested in returning it to its rightful place. However, when Cencio mentioned that he had orders to leave no witnesses, I could not allow that to happen.”

After a lengthy period of silencecomma Monday signaled for the attention of the other team members, Dorbec among them. “Do we have a go or a no go?” His military terminology meant keep Dom or get rid of him. A pregnant silence engulfed the group. “Looks like the Team wants to keep you around, Dom. How do you like cold weather?”

“Deo benedice,” Dom whispered with a relieved sigh. “God bless you! I have enough fat to keep me warm and enough happiness to keep the rest of you warm.”

Two hours later they were picked uppassive voice at the International Airport by a C-130 to fly them to McMurdo Research Station in Antarctica. The Super Carrier Theodore Roosevelt sent an Osprey to pick up Chester’s detached Team. After they were supplied with a Zodiac F-470 CRRC, along with weapons and equipment, Chester’s Team would be dropped offpassive voice at the end of highway Y-897 in the Tierra del Fuego, where members of the, Grupo de Fuerzas Especiales, Chilean Special Forces would rondezvous with them.

Monday’s team landed late in the day at McMurdo, but they couldn’t tell it from the sun since McMurdo had twenty-four hour darkness for four months. The last sunset in April marked the beginning of the long night, and Midwinter's day in June was a major celebration. The sun did not peak above the horizon again until late August.

McMurdo Station is Antarctica's largest community and a functional, modern day science station, which includes a harbor, three airfields and over 100 buildings. The primary focus of the work done at McMurdo Station is science, but most of the residents (approximately 1,000 in the summer and fewer than 200 in the winter) are not scientists, but station personnel who are there to provide support for operations, logistics, information technology, construction, and maintenance. In this chapter your switched from past tense to present tense.

As soon as they landed, the team was usheredpassive voice. Who ushered them? to Building 155 where there was a large cafeteria, and best of all, warm restrooms. A member of the National Security Agency, who was to meet them there, had been tasked to arrange transportation, supplies, and equipment for them and run interference with the British.

Monday was enjoying a heaping bowl of hot chili and a large side order of French fries and dill pickles when the dapper man approached.

“Doctor Stiehl?” t The man gazed at the mounds of food being consumed by the men.

Monday shook his head up and down, his mouth full. The man was short, overweight, and had a weak dapper You already used dapper. look about him that indicated easy living and an extreme lack of exercise.

“My name is Bisbie. The military has provided the equipment you called for. comma andI have a team delivering it to your visiting quarters.” He waited with an annoyed look for Monday to swallow his food. When Monday took another large bite without answeringcomma he continued in a snyde snide?tone of voice. “Unfortunately the British at Rothera Research Station have not been as cooperative. They insist that no such base as Maudheim ever existed, so your hop to Rothera has been called off.”

“Of course it never existed,” Monday grunted, shifting a bite of food in his mouth. “The base at Maudheim, near the Mühlig-Hoffmann Mountain Range in Queen Maud Land, what Germany called, Neuschwabenland, was so secret that it was never given a name or even a grid reference on official maps. Operation Taberlan never happened either.”

“Then how do you expect to find the location of the alleged tunnels that led to the secret Nazi military base?”

“I have the coordinates.” Monday did not say that connections in the British SAS had provided him with the coordinates and a thick dossier on Operation Taberlan.

“Obviously you do not need any additional help from me.” Bisbie sniffed? looked down his nose at Monday? made it a statement of fact instead of a question.

“As soon as we’ve had a few hours of sleep and gone over our operations plan, a C-130 will fly us to our destination. Your contact with the British at Rothera was to give them a heads-up on our activities. We never expected them to reply. It wouldn’t be British of them to do so. We thank you for your cooperation Mr. Bisbie.” Monday stood and dismissed the man with a firm handshake. Bisbie’s sweating hand felt like a dead fish. He waddled from side to side like an emperor pinguin as he left the cafeteria.

The Team gathered in Monday’s room at the visiting officer quarters to inspect the equipment that had been delivered passive voiceand order other items they may have forgotten to add.

“So, tell us about this Operation Taberlan?” Lofton asked. “Icomma for onecomma have never heard of it.’

Monday glanced at Henri then at Dom and finally decided to answer the question himself. “The year before Operation Highjump was conducted by the US Navy, Operation Taberlan was activated by the British as a measure of monitoring German activities on the Antarctic continent. The base at Maudheim was near the Mühlig-Hoffmann Mountain Range.The British sent an expedition into this area based on reports of Nazi activities.” He halted to take a sip of hot coffee.

“The expedition was told that an original team of scientists and commandos had found an “ancient tunnel". The force went through the tunnel but only two returned before the Antarctic winter set in. During the winter months, the two survivors made absurd claims over the radio about “ancient tunnels and Nazis". Radio contact was finally lost in July 1945.”

“A second expedition followed the tunnel for miles, and eventually they came to a vast underground cavern that was abnormally warm; some of the scientists believed that it was warmed geothermally. In the huge cavern were underground lakes; however, the mystery deepened, as the cavern was lit artificially. The cavern proved so extensive that they had to split up, and that was when the real discoveries were made.”

“What kind of discoveries?” Bones sounded intrigued. show us how he was intrigued.

Monday nodded to Dom who picked up the explanation. “The Nazis had constructed a huge base into the caverns and even built docks for U-boats, one was identified supposedly. Still, the deeper they went, the more strange visions they were greeted with,greeted them? including what they called Polar Men. These were mad savages who inhabited the tunnels. A survivor reported that, "there were hangars for strange planes and excavations galore", and the technology was far advanced to what any nation had in those days.”

“What explanation did the British government have for all of this,” Scout interjected.

Dom continued. “The tunnel was explained away as a freak of nature; "glacial erosion" was the scientist’s specific term. The "Polar Men" were nothing more than "unkempt soldiers that had gone crazy"; the fact that they were German was never put into the report, and any notion of the results going public was firmly rebutted. The mission was never made official, though certain elements of the mission leaked.”

“Our job is to find these tunnels, explore them and see if there are any Nazi bases left there?” Lofton inquired.

Monday corrected him. “Our primary job is to find Daria and if at all possible recover the jewels. This is one of several ‘potential’ locations that must be checked.”

“Man. This is way too freaky.” Weps threw his hands into the air. “Nazis, Polar Men, secret bases under the ice, what’s next, flying saucers.”

“Now that you mentioned it,” Henri snorted. “After the Antarctic ‘Operation Highjump’ in 1947, Admiral Byrd spoke of, flying objects that could fly from pole to pole at incredible speeds. These words were reported in the press but censored by the government.”

“The put the in italics for emphasis Admiral Byrd?” Lofton asked.

“None other.” Henri took a long drink of his beer.

“The British left the caves in tact and never returned?” Bones asked. “With that amount of high technology scattered about you’d think they would have sent a massive force to recover it.”

“The last expedition supposedly blew up the tunnels with explosives,” Dom answered. “It is alleged that was the reason for Admiral Byrd’s Operation Highjump. If the Nazis did have secret technology hidden somewhere in Antarctica, the American government wanted to know about it. They also wanted their share of the secrets, as did the Brits and Russians.”

“With our modern satellites and spywear, wouldn’t we be able to spot something like that from space?” Lofton stated. “If not visual signals, shouldn’t we be able to pick up radar emissions or communications of some nature?”

“Antarctica is almost one and a half times larger than the United States and fifty-eight times bigger than the United Kingdom,” Dom replied. “Unlike the Arctic, is has a large land mass. Although most of it is covered in ice, about 6,000 feet thick, many areas are ice free. Science speculates there may be warm regions caused by geothermal activity or caverns cut through the ice due to the same reason. Finding something in a place that size from space would be more than a miracle.”

Monday had not told them about the possibility of modern Nazi’s inhabiting bases in Antarctica or South America. He didn’t want to clutter their thoughts with fantastic ideas. He decided to lay it all on the table, even the suspicion that the inhabitants had tactical nuclear weapons.

“There have been many alleged sitings of UFO’s with a Nazi or German connection,” Monday began. “Flying saucers with swastikas or iron crosses on them and "aliens" speaking German, and so forth. One example is the American Reinhold Schmidt - whose father was born in Germany - tells in his book Incident At KearneyMaybe but title italics comma (Nebraska) comma that is commahe was taken on a 'flying saucer' on several occasions.”

“He said the crew spoke German and acted like German soldiers. He said they took him to the Polar region period (if someone were making up a story, why would they claim to be taken, of all places, to the pole?)After returning he was subjected to persecution by the U.S. Government. His description of the aerial discs matched pictures captured from the Germans.”

“In 1959, three large newspapers in Chile reported front page articles about UFO encounters where the crew members appeared to be German soldiers. In the 1960s there were reports in New York and New Jersey of flying saucer "aliens" who spoke German, or English with a German accent. In the Julius and Ethel Rosenberg atomic espionage trials, they spoke of "warships of space." Since they had access to top secret information, about what were they talking?”{c:blue| The last sentence was confusing. I'm not sure what you meant there.

“They told me at Los Alamos about the Nazis and one particular UFO incident. Nazi General Reinhard Gehlen, who worked for US Intelligence after the war, stated that early in the German war effort, their atomic research facility was visited by two saucer-like craft in the early hours of the morning. Some of the occupants were short of stature, with large black eyes, and spindly bodies, others were human in appearance. Eight occupants emerged, and attempted to communicate through telepathy their peaceful intentions. They were gunned down, but one of the human like aliens, managed to survive. Hitler was summoned to the facility, and psychics were used to extract information from the alien through telepathic means, and in desperation, brutal force. The alien appeared to have the ability to influence a person's actions, their thoughts, and hypnotically produce amnesi. "

“President Truman was shown photos of a hidden underground research facility, and the alien crafts that were recovered. One craft had been completely disassembled for reverse-engineering. The location of the aliens was not known, since Hitler's top officials took them to a secret location. General Gehlen further noted that the rumored information obtained from the alien was never revealed to those outside Hitler's inner circle. General Galen was working for our government when he told this story. Why would he lie?

After all we have discovered, seen, We have to assume that the Nazis have managed to create their own UFO technology and this is what we will be looking for.”

This chapter just needs some polishing with commas and passive voice. I like how you're combining the different stories, legends, theories, (I'm not sure what to call them.) I think you're doing it in a way that isn't too out there.

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Chapter 44

May 8, 2012 – Near Mount Fitz Roy – Argentina



Shortly after noon a helicopter landed on the manicured lawn of the villa. Daria and Señor d’Amador were enjoying a quiet lunch on the patio overlooking extensive flower gardens and a large water fountain. Hans and Wilhelm dismounted from the helicopter and casually walked towards them. The pilot cut the engine power and allowed the helicopter to cycle down to a low whine. Señor d’Amador stood as they approached.

Hans, dressed in a perfectly tailored business suit, looked refreshed. Wilhelm, on the other hand, was dirty and appeared completely exhausted. His camouflage uniform was smeared with mud and what appeared to be dried blood.

“Where is Colonel Dorbec?” Daria asked, afraid to hear the answer. “You’ve killed him, haven’t you?”

“I can assure you that the good Colonel is very much alive,” Hans chuckled. “He accomplished his mission and we no longer need his services. I assume he is on his way back to Europe as we speak.”

Daria felt disappointed. She had somehow come to like the crazy French mercenary. He was a gentleman and had a well-balanced sense of humor. She also felt comfortable around him, as if he was her protector and not her abductor. Her instincts told her that he was not like these men standing before her.

Hans turned to Señor d’Amador. “Have you packed Fraulein Wolff’s travel bags as instructed?” Juan nodded. “We will be leaving the villa within the hourcomma F fraulein. If there is anything special you need to take with you, I suggest you make arrangements with Señor d’Amador.”

“Where are you taking me?” Daria demanded.

“Where you will be safe and happy.” He did not wait for her reply but nodded to Wilhelm and both strode briskly towards the main house.

Daria looked imploringly at Juan. “You will not be joining us?”

“I have my duties here,F fraulein. But, I do believe we will meet again, soon perhaps. Come now, we must prepare for your journey.” He offered her his arm and motioned towards the house. Did she take his arm?

The helicopter was larger than the one that brought her to the villa. She knew little or nothing about helicopters, but this one appeared to be a military version. There were no cushioned seats, no decorative interior, and the noise was an assault on her ears. The walls were plain metal painted an austere gray. Skeletal cables and wire harnesses ran between the framework. Several racks in the rear cabin held what appeared to be assault rifles and boxes of ammunition.

Hans had changed into a uniform similar in pattern to the clean one that Wilhelm had donned. There was something about the camouflage pattern of the cloth that made Daria’s eyes feel odd. The more she looked at the material the harder it was for her eyes to focus. The material was attempting to change its pattern to adjust to its surroundings. It was an incredible material, acting like a natural chameleon. She had no doubt that the material was a technological breakthrough in camouflage.

They were flying less than a hundred feet above the trees following the contour of the land. She knew this technique was used when a pilot wanted to avoid being painted on radar, at least that’s what the thriller writers described in their action novels. Based on the location of the sun to their left, Daria assumed they were heading in a south/south west direction.

Several hours later the helicopter landed in a small isolated clearing surrounded by tall rocky hills. The pilot turned and said something to Hans that she could not hear over the harsh whine Oo! I like that harsh whine! of the rotors. Hans smiled and motioned for her to disembark from the helicopter. As soon as they were a comfortable distance from the helicopter, the engine revved up and the helicopter quickly took off. Within minutes she could no longer hear the engines. The sudden quiet felt strange and out of place.

For several minutes nothing happened. Hans and Wilhelm surveyed the terrain in the little valley but did not say a word or make a comment. She was about to ask them what was to happen next when a strange subdued noise charged the air surrounding her.

Daria turned in a slow circle in an attempt to locate the source of the odd noise and vibrations. Her eyes expanded when a large disc shaped object flew into the valley and hovered several inches above the ground. It was a vehicle shaped like two saucers facing each other, approximately fifty or sixty feet in diameter and perhaps twelve feet thick at the center. The aircraft emitted a strange bluish color and it was difficult for her eyes to adjust because the pattern kept changing like the camouflage uniforms that Hans and Wilhelm wore.

“Please follow me.” Hans pointed to a recess opening in the side of the vehicle.*Paragraph* A short ramp slid down from the recess and stopped about an inch above the ground. Daria was amazed by the sudden appearance of the craft but more amazed at the thoughts running through her head. Striding in a trance like state, she followed Hans up the ramp and into the interior of the craft. As soon as Wilhelm cleared the top of the short ramp, the opening to the outside quickly sealed itself.

Daria found herself in a small circular corridor, which evidently ran the full circumference of the small craft. Small rooms were arranged like hotel rooms and the ones she saw open was were occupied by men and women in strange tailored uniforms. As she progressed down the corridor, Wilhelm suddenly broke off and headed down a small parallel corridor. She could see that it was short and ended in what appeared to be a fairly large control room, which held scores of computer monitoring screens depicting various scenes and technical data.

Hans led her to a small comfortable room with several low chairs and a small round table. A monitor screen mounted on the wall to her front depicted several men loading her baggage onto the craft. As soon as they completed their task, the small loading ramp sealed itself once again.

“I must go to the control room,” Hans finally stated. “You will be safe here and we will be at our destination in no time at all.” Her puzzled expression and creased forehead brought a smile to his face. “The answer to your question is yes,” He chuckled. “This is a UFO, but I can assure you, it does not belong to little green men. You are on a scout ship and we call it a Fliegenkämpfer, or Flying Fighter. It is one of many in the new Deutsche Reich Luftwaffe.

“This is impossible!”

“I can assure you this is real,F fraulein. It is a dream that we have been working towards for seventy years.comma A dream that my father and your grandfather started from the ashes of a destroyed Germany. We will finally witness the emergence of a new German Empire. I must stress that we are not a belligerent people. We do not seek to take what is not ours. We hold no animosity against the Allied governments who caused the downfall of the Third Reich. But, we will take our rightful place among the free nations of the world.”

“Germany already has a government,” Daria returned with a defiant look on her face. “We have a central federal government and sixteen federal states, the Bundesrat and Bundestag, and we are a sovereign nation beholding to no other.”

“I am aware of the political composition of modern Germany.” Hans shook his head and walked from the room, the small sliding door opening and closing behind him.

Daria leaned back in the comfortable seat and prepared herself for the acceleration she knew must be coming when the craft took flight. A quick glance at the monitor on her wall told her the craft had already taken to the skies. If the picture scrolling across the screen was accurate, or even true, they were already several kilometers high and traveling at an incredible speed. She felt no sense of motion. There was no lift, no drag, and no sign that they were moving at all. The technology it took to produce this aircraft was well beyond anything she had ever read about.

She was frightened, but in the same frame of mind, curious. Was it possible that remnants of the Third Reich had escaped and produced a startling new technology? Were they the fiendish Nazi’s portrayed in the cinema and the history books? These questions would have seemed ridiculous and absurd a few short weeks ago. But, after all she had uncovered and been subjected too over the past week, her mind was more susceptible to unusual and unorthodox thoughts.

Events had been moving so fast she could barely guess where Monday was and what he was doing. That he was searching for her, she had no doubt. The sudden disappearance of Colonel Dorbec also bothered her, especially in view of the dark stains on Wilhelm’s uniform that looked like dried blood. She could only hope that Hans was honest about him returning to Europe. That thought brought with it another sudden fear. If the blood was not Dorbec’s or his men, did it belong to Monday or his men

A uniformed woman startled her out of her reverie. “Would you care for a cup of tea, coffee or other beverage?” Daria had not even seen or heard the woman enter the room. The woman was young, early twenties and very attractive, even in her uniform. She had light brunette hair with blond highlights, hazel eyes leaning towards blue, and a tan that Daria would love to have envied. Her innocent childish face beamed a broad smile and Daria could sense that it was genuine and not forced. Her German was flawless but spoken with a strange accent.

Daria accepted a cup of coffee the woman had on a small serving tray and pointed at the other seat in the room. “Are you allowed to sit?”

“Thank you.” The woman sat down straight in the chair as if she were at a military dining table, the tray on her lap, her back ramrod straight.

Daria motioned for her to place the tray on the small round table. “Please join me…?” She turned the request into a question seeking the woman’s name.

“Computertechniker-erste Klasse Marta Buchmacher, period” the woman reached for a cup of tea sitting on the tray. She was very nervous but continued smiling.

“Well, Computer Technician First Class Marta Buchmacher, your accent is strange, what part of Germany do you come from?”

“The New Germany, FuhrerEnkelin.” She whispered so low that Daria could barely hear her. The use of the title, Leader’s Granddaughter, was given a tone of deep respect and wonder. It made Daria feel that she had somehow been promoted to princess or at least to duchess. She did not like the connotations the title brought with it.

“Do you know where we are going, Marta?

“To main base, FuhrerEnkelin.”

“Daria. It’s Daria, not Leader’s Granddaughter. I am not royalty and I have no knowledge of a New Germany.”

“Yes Fuhr…Fraulein Daria. We are heading for our main base. We should arrive in approximately twelve minutes. Clearance and docking will take another ten minutes.”

“You have more than one base if we are going to the main base?”

“We have many bases. All will be made clear to you once we arrive, Fraulein Daria.”

Daria could see that the young woman was still very nervous. She had probably been ordered to keep her company while they were in transit to the base.comma For what reason Daria could not fathom. She had no desire to explore a strange aircraft, especially one in flight.

“Where is the main base located?”

“I cannot give this information to you other than to say it is about five thousand kilometers from where we took flight.”

Daria did the calculations in her head. “You mean we are traveling over five thousand kilometers in less than half an hour?” She was awed by the speed of the little aircraft.

“We are traveling at a moderate speed,period” Marta shrugged.

Daria noticed the lapel pin on herMarta's uniform jacket. Her uniform was not camouflaged like the ones worn by Hans and Wilhelm. It was more utilitarian, but attractive in cut and design. It had a very modern, even futuristic look about it.

“You are wearing a swastika emblem on you lapel,” Daria noted. “Is that the symbol of, New Germany?”

“Only one of many, Fraulein Daria. “This pin signifies that I am a proud member of the Socialist Directory, the one started by the Fuhrer.” The woman suddenly stood and placed her teacup on the table. “I ask permission to leave now?” She stated. “I have duties to perform as soon as the ship lands. And, would you honor my family by autographing your napkin. I promised Pa Pa I would ask?”

Daria was puzzled by her request but signed the napkin with a pen offered by Marta. “I hope we meet again Marta.” A glance at the wall showed that the viewing monitor had been turned off. Evidently she was not allowed to view their landing area. Perhaps it would provide too many clues to their location.

A few minutes later her door slid open again. Standing there with a wide grin on his face was Hans.

“Welcome home!” he said.

The ship is interesting. That adds another level to the story, in a good way.

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Chapter 43

May 9, 2012 – La Cascada Hotel San Carlos de Bariloche – Argentina



The aging voice on the phone took a deep breath and let it out with a sudden whoosh of air. It was a good thirty seconds before he spoke. “Doctor Stiehl and Colonel Dorbec are totally incompetent. The Primary now has both jewels. This is completely unacceptable.”

“They are better than we thought, Your Immanence,” Cencio whispered into the cell phone. He carefully watched the expression on Dom’s face as the Cardinal maintained another lengthy silence.*Paragraph* The Cardinal finally replied. “What is their next objective?”

“They have split their resources. One team is going to Isla Wickham in Chile, the other to McMurdo Base in Antartica. The goal of the second team is to find the remnants of the old British base at Maudheim and investigate.”

“You will accompany them to Antarctica, Cencio. Doctor Prestano, I am requesting that you return to Italia. Your services in this endeavor are no longer needed.”

“I am familiar to the members of the Team,” Dom hesitantly stated stammered? . “They have placed their trust in me and I do feel that I can be of service to Your Immanence.”

“Your service is best needed elsewhere. Cencio will see to the, shall we say, disposition of the teams. Dom, you will return home immediately.”

Dom knew that it was an order and not a request. He also knew that something wasn’t quite right. The smirk on Cencio’s face told him much more was going on than he was being told.

“What of Bishop Khan and the Alpha Cell?” Cencio asked, immediately aware that he had blundered when he saw the heightened interest on Dom’s face.

“I will contact you later with instructions,” the Cardinal angrily replied, barked? shouted? ending the conversation.

Dom closed his cell phone and stared at Cencio. The smirk on Cencio’s face had been replaced with one of disdain and anger. He waited patiently for the seminarian to offer an explanation.

“You have been directed to return to Italia. I suggest you start making arrangements immediately.”

“Bishop Kahn, and an Alpha Cell?” Dom questioned. “What in the hell is that all about? What do they have to do with Church business? In fact, who in hell are they?”

“Church business!” Cencio spat. “You fool. This goes far beyond the Church. The Church has nothing to do with what is going on. You have been ordered by your benefactor to terminate your part in this mission, I suggest you do so, or. ..."

“Or what?” Dom whispered.

Cencio stared back with an evil ruthless look. Dom could see the madness in his eyes. A look that told him that this man was not what he pretended to be, that the mission he was on was not what the Cardinal had described. He had been deceived and played like a fool.

“Who are you people?” he demanded.

“The only thing you need to know is that His Imminence has ordered you to leave this place. Now!” Cencio grabbed his jacket off the back of a chair and stormed from the room. He had blundered. He would pay for it. His Imminence had a great fondness for Doctor Prestano, now he would have to be eliminated along with the others. Not only that, his connection to the team members was compromised. That is, unless Prestano followed the Cardinal’s orders and returned to Italy, which he somehow doubted, for the man was too honorable. There was no place in The Brotherhood for men like Prestano. He would wait and see the outcome of his stupid blunder.

Dom sat back heavily into a plush chair. commaHis mind was in turmoil. Had his benefactor, the man he thought of as a father, betrayed him? There could be no other answer. He had seen the murderous look in Cencio’s eyes. Am I to be killed? He suddenly realized he had no weapon with which to protect himself.

If I do not follow orders and return to Italy, what will happen? He instinctively knew the answer. This affair was something far beyond his scope to deal with. Nazis, Secret Societies, Special Forces, Commandos, The Cell, conspiracies, murder, kidnapping, God only knew what else was going on.

If I do not leave for Italy, what will become of my friends? He knew the answer to that before the thought was even finished. Dom grabbed the closest bottle of wine and took a long lengthy drink. He was not fearful of anything or anyone, but this situation frightened him. There were far too many variables, too many hidden agendas. He had a simple choice, Monday and his Team, or a quiet trip back to Italy.

He knew that if he flew back to Italy, he would never be able to live with himself. He grabbed the bottle of wine off the table, picked up another for good measure, and headed for Monday’s room.

You need some kind of a * here to show the change.
The Cardinal picked up his phone and punched in a series of well-protected numbers. When a receptionist answered the phone the Cardinal spoke. “The President please.”

Wouldn't Cencio think of Dom going straight to Monday? Surely he would do something to prevent that.

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Chapter 42

May 9, 2012 – La Cascada Hotel San Carlos de Bariloche – Argentina





Within hours after Monday contacted Special Operations Commandcomma they were extracted from the mountains via V22 Tilt Rotor Osprey from the Super Carrier, USS Theodore Roosevelt, stationed off the coast of Chile. They were flownpassive voice to the airport in San Carlos de Bariloche where they rented ground transportation to the La Cascada Hotel, about twelve miles from the small International Airport. Reservations had been made for six adjoining rooms through Operations Headquarters. passive voice- maybe- Through Operation Headquarter, reservation were made for six adjoining rooms.

The bodies of Taco Bender and Chewey were taken to the carrier so arrangements could be made for notification of family and burial. Despite the urgency of his mission, Monday demanded that he be notified of the funeral arrangements so he and the remainder of his team could attend. The team members unanimously decided that their families should have a share of the money from the gold.

In addition,The bodies of Dorbec’s men were als loaded onto the Osprey and taken to the International Airport, where Dorbec made arrangements with the French military to send them back to Europe. Dorbec also made reservations in the same hotel along with his two remaining mercenaries. He and Monday had had little communication between each other, but Dorbec was determined to find the men who double crossed him and extract revenge on both Hans and Wilhelm.

“I didn’t tell you to tangle with one of the best fighters in the world,” Bones muttered, attempting to clean and dress Monday’s badly scraped knuckles and facial lacerations. “What a fight though. You guys must have used just about every kind of martial arts fighting ever invented and dirty street fighting on top of that. Haven’t lost your touch either.”

“Ouch! " Monday flinched. The least you could do is cut me some slack with that stingy stuff.”

“Now that youwe? have doctored your little boo-boo’s, can we get back to serious business?” Chester demanded, pouring over several maps lying on the dining area table. “By the way, Special Operations Command and DOD activated our reserve commissions so we’ll have access to the real good stuff. I have my Lieutenant Colonel status and you, my friend, have been upgraded. We’re back on the payroll.”

“Upgraded?” Monday winced over a split lip. “Dumb ass? That’s just about all the upgrading I deserve.”

“Full Bull.” Chester smiled. “Reckon me being a Lieutenant Colonel you had to be upped to full Colonel so you’d still be running the show.”

“As far as I’m concerned, you’ve been running the show all along. Every time I’ve tried to do something, I screwed the pooch. Send them a message, Geek, tell them I prefer the rank of Doctor, since I actually earned it. I bailed out of the Army as a Captain, remember. Chester could use a promotion, tell them I insist they deck him with the full eagles.”

The Geek smiled and headed for his communications set. Halfway there, a knock sounded at the door.

“Doctor Prestano, I presume,” Monday chuckled, with his proverbial bottle of vino.”

It was not Prestano.

Standing in the doorway with his foot braced against the door was Colonel Dorbec. His face and hands didn’t look much better than Monday’s. His left eye was swollen, which practically cut off his vision, but he displayed a wide grin on his face.

“What the hell do you want!” Monday jumped up from his chair. Chester stood and stationed himself between the two men fearing that another altercation might be brewing.

“I come to, bury the hatchet, as you Americans say.” Dorbec lifted a bottle of brandy and several glasses.

“You already buried the damn hatchet, in my head,” Monday sat back down in his seat. *Paragraph*He was aware that Dorbec was as close to his men as he was to his Team. Ten of those men, close friends all, were in body bags on their way back to Europe. Yet, there was something about Dorbec that he admired, had liked ever since their conversation at Flint Kaserne. The man was working for the wrong people, or had been working for the wrong people, but, he was a gentleman at all times and he did go out of his way to prevent bloodshed as much as possible.

“Sit down Dorbec comma and pour me a glass of that French piss, period” Monday signaled for Chester to back down.

“The nectar of the gods,” Dorbec replied with pouting lips. He poured two full glasses of the excellent cognac and passed one to Monday. “Salut.”

“Down the hatch.” Monday drained the contents of the glass and winced as the alcohol hit his split lip. “You want to join us in the search,” he remarked, casually sipping the second glass. Dorbec shook his head in the affirmative.

“Despite our past differences, we could use you.” Monday slid his hands across the rough whiskers on his face, he needed a shave. “Not only are you very good at what you do, you have information we don’t have.”

Dorbec gingerly removed some papers from his breast pocket and passed them over. Monday’s French was not particularly good so he handed the papers to Chester, the French linguist of the Team.

“Looks like Dorbec beat us to the punch again.” Chester grinned. “According to these documents the French government activated his regular army commission and promoted him to, Général de Brigade. That’s Brigadier General to us. In addition, they requested that our Special Operations Command accept his temporary detachment to the United States Army as military attaché and assign him to our mission. All legal, with clearances, and counter signed by the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs.” Chester handed the papers back to Dorbec.

“I wanted to see if you would accept me before I handed you those papers, period” Dorbec smiled. “The rank means nothing to me, but I want a chance to settle the score with Wilhelm von Liegntz and Hans-Ulrich Rudel II.”

“You have any idea where the villa is located?” Chester asked.

“We were blindfolded the final leg of the trip.” Dorbec walked over to the table and bent down over the maps. “I am certain we landed at the town of El Calafate where we transferred to a helicopter. The helicopter flight was at least two hours in length and, despite being blindfolded, I know we made at least two forty-five degree turns. They were obviously flying a pattern to prevent me from knowing the exact location of the villa. It could be anywhere within two hundred miles of El Calafate. I do know it was east of Mount Fitz Roy with the Cerro and Laguna Torre near by.”

“Must be hundreds of similar villas in that area.” Monday joined them at the table. “We’ll have our satellite geeks scan the area if you provide us with a description of the layout, but, I doubt they’ll be there. All we’ll find there now is an innocent villa.”

“Now that they have both jewels they will be long gone.” Dorbec took another long swig of his cognac to dull the pain in his jaw from one of Monday’s strong right hooks. “The locals they hired to find the jewel must be damn good. I know your men are well trained in hiding traps and weapons stashes. “I am sorry for your’s also,’ Monday shrugged.

“Nous oublions avec nos peines, La mort qui nous oublie si peu Nous, la Légion.comma” Dorbec whispered.

Monday glanced at Chester for a translation.

“We forget with our sorrows The death which forgets us if little Us, the Legion. It’s the last line of ‘Le Boudin” the Legion’s marching song.”

Monday gave him a long look. His eyes told Dorbec what was uppermost on his mind.

“They are treating her like royalty,” he replied to Monday’s unasked question. “For some reason they almost worship her. Perhaps it’s the fact that she’s Hitler’s granddaughter and they’re Nazi fanatics. I was never given the reason for her abduction. I was, how do you say, not part of their inner circle.”

“She’s a fighter,period” Monday took another belt of his cognac to cover his emotions.

“That she is, mon ami.

“We have two designated targets.” Chester spread out a different set of maps. “Operations Command indicates a significant amount of unusual activity at one isolated location.” He pointed with his finger. “Here, at Isla Wickham, in Chile.”

“Unusual activity?” Monday questioned.

“Heavy water traffic, unidentified flights, magnetic anomalies, and scrambled communications. The locals have even reported a massive amount of UFO’s in the area.”

“UFO’s? Hot s***!” The Geek joined them. “Always did believe in little green men.”

“Don’t mind him.” Monday grinned at Dorbec. “He has a few screws loose.”

“UFO’s have very often turned out to be secret military activity,” Dorbec returned. “Your people at Area 51 have been playing little green man for a long time. All those secret projects have been written off as, UFO activity. You know where those reports are filed.”

“The dumpster,period” Monday grinned. “What other location? You mentioned two targets?

“The order does not mention activity comma as such comma but they want us to interface with the British.” Chester grabbed a glass and poured himself a sip of cognac.

“The Goddams!” Dorbec blurted. “What interest cold they possibly have in this?

Monday looked at Chester’s quizzical expression. “The French have been calling the British, maybe put The Goddams in italics.The Goddams, for centuries.

Chester did not comment but shook his head. “It seems that back in 1946, the Brits led an expedition into the Mühlig-Hoffmann Mountains from their base at Maudheim, Antartica. This expedition was in response to alleged Nazi activity in that specific area. Just like our own Operation Highjump, everything was hush-hush, completely covered up. Conspiracy theorist indicate that the British SAS discovered a hidden Nazi base, a massive underground base heated by volcanic activity and full of advanced technological secrets and hundreds of Nazi SS troopers. One retired SAS member, who was alleged to have been on the expedition, said they destroyed lengthy tunnels with explosives but never discovered what happened to the Nazi base. Headquarters thinks it’s worth a look-see.”

“So now we’re into conspiracy theories and UFO’s,period” Henri remarked, enteringentered the room with bleary eyes. “This holiday gets more interesting all the time.”

Monday paid no attention to the sleepy eyed bear. Good comparison “That Delta Force that was heading outour way was diverted to a different emergency mission, so we’re on our own until further notice. To save time we will have to split up and send one group to each target. I know you can’t stand cold weather, Chester, so I’ll lead the team to the Antarctic target and you take the other to Chile.”

“No picnic either way. The target at Isla Wikham is in the Tierra del Fuego area, some of the most inhospitable terrain on Earth.

Monday leaned back and studied Dorbec. “Your choice General, hot or cold?”

“Simply Dorbec,” he replied. "Unless you want to saddle me with one of those god-awful nicknames you’re so fond of. I have extensive experience in mountainous terrain so I would prefer to accompany the good Colonel to Chile. Lars and Claude will accompany me, they also have a score to settle.”

“You can take Dorbec and his two men, Oddball, and the Geek. I’ll take the rest.” Chester was content to see that he had not been saddled with any of the civilians although he would have been comfortable with Henri or Lofton riding as shotgun.

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Chapter 41

May 8, 2012 – In the mountains near Lago Trafull – Argentina



The higher they climbed the steeper the draw became. The helicopters ferrying the attackers had passed over half an hour earlier without the hint of a search pattern. Monday knew their commander was smart for not delaying. It had to be Dorbec, as he was well tuned to Special Forces capabilities.

The only one in the group who had any difficulty keeping up with the maddening pace was Henri, even so, he never asked for them to slow down or to stop. Monday’s guess about Doctor Prestano being in good shape was correct and the young Cencio was obviously a born athlete. Lofton was an old infantry grunt so the thought of him keeping up never entered Monday’s mind. Although they had no rappelling gear or rope, he and his team had free climbed many mountain ranges and were very experienced in what to look for and what to keep away from.

The narrow draw was beginning to open up and the thick underbrush was becoming difficult to negotiate. Monday signaled for the group to halt and motioned for Taco Bender. The short and ruggedly built little Hispanic had barely broken a sweat even with a seventy pound ruck on his back.

“How far to the place where you hid the jewel?” Monday leaned his worn MP-5 on a rock outcropping next to him. {:paragraph}Taco Bender searched the terrain around him, picking out points he remembered, then curtly replied. “Another two hundred meters higher up.”

“We’ll wait here for Weps and Scout,” he which he? announced. “The attackers didn’t follow so they shouldn’t be very far behind us. He signaled for Chewey to take point security and Oddball to cover their rear.

Their enemies obviously had excellent resources to target their hideout so quickly. Arrangements had been made through CIA channels for renting the villa, yet they somehow knew within hours where the Team base was. Either there was a leak in the system or the locals were so frightened they freely cooperated with the enemy, probably the latter.

Ten minutes later he heard an old team signal that meant IFF, Identify Friendly or Foe. The rear guard had caught up to them. Weps walked over and deposited his lanky frame next to Monday while Scout stole a stick of beef jerkey from his bosom buddy Bones. “No pursuit,” he stated, pulling out his canteen and taking a short swig of water.

“Dorbec knows we have up-link capabilities and he’s smart enough to un-ass the area before any of our war birds get here.”

“Still can’t figure out what alerted us to the assault!” Weps shook his head. “If Colonel Dorbec is still in command I doubt two separate attacking forces could have blundered into each other. That’s the only thing that could have happened.”

“Dorbec may have been working with another less experienced force,’ " Monday mused. “They could have screwed the pooch and fired on Dorbec’s men thinking they were our LPOP’s, listening posts/observation posts.”

Weps shrugged comma and pulled out a Slim Jim and offered one of the spicy beef sticks to Monday. Pogie Bait, as it was called, was very popular while on field operations. Slim Jims, beef jerky, Granola bars, even the ubiquitous John Wayne bars found in MRE’s.

“As soon as we hit the summit of this big hill, we’ll make contact with Fatboy,” Monday advised The Geek. Fatboy was their contact at Special Operations Command. I’ll call for an extraction so we can at least get the jewel into safe hands.” Five minutes later he gave Chester the signal to move out.



Dorbec and his remaining two men were climbing a parallel draw to the one Monday’s Team was rapidly advancing up. He knew exactly why Wilhelm had pulled his forces out. He also knew that he had no choice but to make contact with Stiehl’s Team and, mend their fences, as the Americans say. He had no up-link capabilities, no supplies, and very little ammunition. Their field packs had been left in the rendezvous area before they moved out to assault the villa.

He was also going on two hours sleep over the past 48 hours and he was thoroughly exhausted. His mind still could not grasp the enormity of their situation. Two men left from his entire team, period it was difficult to accept. It was comma an alien concept to him.

Lars signaled for them to halt and pointed at a position to his front. He had evidently spotted something or someone. Dorbec made his way up to Lars’ side and scanned the terrain in front of them. Within minutes he saw the sniper. The sniper was well concealed behind a large bolder in a natural fault on the other side of the parallel draw. The man’s steady gaze was down hill as if he was not expecting someone to approach on his flank. Dorbec gave the signal to scan the area for additional snipers or spotters. His training told him that this was a good position to establish at least two sniper posts.



“Over there,” Taco Bender whispered, pointing at a ten-foot gash in the wall of the draw about twenty yards further up.*Paragraph* Monday gave the signal to set up a 360 degree perimeter and sent Weps ahead to an elevated pile of boulders to act as overwatch. He waited a full five minutes before signaling to Taco Bender to retrieve the jewel and the documents hidden in the crevice. Although no movement had been spotted, passive voice this was a danger point and Monday’s gut feeling told him to be wary. All eyes were scanning the sides of the draw around them.

Taco Bender moved crept? slowly towards the opening, his eyes moving back and forth and up and down. They had secreted the small package about five feet off the ground in a crack of the wall and placed several slivers of stone in front of it. The ground inside the crevice was littered with flat slabs of granite. He moved slowly, inched forward? stepping on the flat granite and reaching up to remove the slivers of rock.

A deafening explosion erupted. Taco Bender's was thrown from the crevice. His torn and mangled body landed a good thirty feet from the blast. He was dead well before his body came to rest amid a pile of dead brush and crumbling rock.

Chewey screamed then jumped up and raced towards Taco Bender 's broken corpse. He was three steps away from the body when he was hit in the chest by a silent round. passive voice- a silent round hit him in the chest? Seconds later, the noise from the sniper’s weapon reverberated down the draw. Chewey was lying lay beside the body Taco Bender's body, his chest heaving up and down, crimson pools of blood pumping out and spreading over his shirt and equipment. He and Taco Bender had retired near each other in a small out of the way village.

The sniper was too far away for the others to determine his location. Weps was scanning scanned in the direction from which the round came, using his high power sniper scope in an attempt to locate the enemy. There were far too many places the sniper could be hidden.

Monday realized two things immediately. First, that one of his men would die before his eyes if he did not help him immediately, and secondly, the only way to draw the sniper out was to give him a target of opportunity.

He signaled his intentions to Weps and Chester then spotted a pile of rocks near Chewey that would provide some small amount of cover. He which he? counted down from three with his fingers, then rushed out into the open. The team fired their weapons in three round bursts while Weps scanned the area for signs of the sniper. Monday made it to Chewey, grabbed him by the boots, and quickly pulled his huge body behind the small pile of rocks. The sniper was too smart to fall for the ploy. He knew that any one of Monday’s team could be seeking his slightest move while the others fired diversionary rounds. He waited patiently. Reminds me of the short story the sniper.



The sudden explosion startled Dorbec and his men. They were not in a position to see down the parallel draw at the source of the explosion, but they immediately spotted the second sniper as he readjusted his position. Dorbec signaled for Lars to take the sniper on the left and for Claude to take the one on the right, slightly higher up. Like Monday, he counted down from three with his fingers and jumped out into the open.

Just as he expected, the two snipers were surprised by movement on their flank and attempted to adjust their weapons aim accordingly. They were too slow. Two shots, two dead snipers.



“Snipers have been hit!” Weps watched the body of a man fall from his position on a cliff top and the another slide down into a narrow cleft. He spotted their movement the same time that Lars and Claude had. “We have an unknown assist.”

Without waiting to see if there was another sniper, Monday jumped to his knees and quickly removed Chewey’s equipment harness. He then used his combat knife to cut open his blood soaked shirt. The wound was no longer pumping blood. He could tell from the location that it had pierced Chewey’s heart. He glanced up and saw a smile on Chewey’s rapidly cooling face.

“Son of a Goddamn bitch!” Monday screamed, jumping up and throwing his weapons harness to the ground. He was oblivious to his surroundings. He, Chester and Chewey had been together in the Group from the time they first entered the Basic Qualification Course. Monday loved Chewey’s wife Alicia like a sister, and his kids were like his own. “Damn! Damn! Damn!” he screamed, stomping around in a circle. “It’s all my goddamn fault!”

“White flag coming in,” Weps yelled. “Must be the ones who got the snipers.”

Monday halted his tirade to see three men slowly walking down the draw. His mind was still reeling from the loss of two of his team members. To his shockcomma he saw that one of the men was Colonel Dorbec. Without even thinking, Monday chewed up the ground between them and tore into him with a savage fury. Bones started to intervene but Chester waved him off realizing this was what both men needed.

They fought like animals for what seemed like hours. Each man took turns getting the upper hand. One moment Dorbec was straddling Monday and lashing out with his beefy fists, the next Monday was on top of Dorbec gouging his fingers into his eyes. They kept going until their faces were bloody and knuckles raw and torn. Finally, neither man could even swing a punch or even crawl to their knees. They collapsed into each other’s arms. I would choreograph this a little more. Did they yell? grunt? What expressions were on their faces? Did basic instincts kick in? Why do they finally collapse?

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May 8, 2012 – Near Lago Trafull – Argentina



Monday was thoroughly exhausted. He and Lofton spent the night at Los Alamos and all the next day was taken up by reading documents and devising plans. Early on May 6th comma they flew back to Albuquerque where two F-15E Strike Eagles waited to fly them to Andrews Air Force Base. More planning and more briefings again ate up that day. On the morning of May 6th comma he and Lofton took commercial flights to Buenos Aires where they transferred to a local bush bird which flew them into San Carlos de Bariloche, a good fifty miles by road south of their destination.

By the time they arrived comma it was too late to rent an appropriate vehicle, so they spent the night at La Cascada Hotel in San Carlos de Bariloche, a beautiful hotel with a grand setting and an extremely friendly staff. It took most of the next day, May 7, to drive to their destination, a large villa near Lake Trafull.

Monday glanced at his watch. One in the morning. He and Lofton were briefing briefed his Team for the past seven hours. Monday was disturbed to see Brother Contadino among the group, he’d hoped the man would have remained in Germany. His instinct told him the man was not all he pretended to be.

Monday pointed to a map of the villa they were in. It was a rental villa, rented out to wealthy tourists and corporate executives for extensive vacations. “Until the Delta Team arrives we are far too exposed here,” he noted. “There’s far too much terrain and too many ways in for our small force to cover. If a large force hits us our best chance is to move into these mountains to the north. Have you checked them out Oddball?”

Oddball was the senior man among the Team members whom they had met in Argentina. In the old days, his duties consisted of Special Weapons and Small Unit Tactics Instructor for the Team. “There’s better cover the higher up you go. Lots of caves and thick brush to hide in. Taco Bender and Chewey hid the jewel and German documents in a crevice about three miles north. It would take a Cheyenne tracker to find them period And what a fun expression!

“We have half a dozen locations to search,’ "Monday sounded as tired as he was. “Most of them are practically inexcessable, except by foot or possibly 4-wheeler. Each location is spread around the Southern part of Argentina, in Patagonia, and other outlying areas. Force Recon from the Marine Corps will assist on those targets located on islands off the coast and coastline not accessible by foot.”

“I suggest we call it a night,” Henri cut in, stifling a huge yawn. “These plans are starting to bounce around in my head like popcorn.”

Monday searched the faces of the small group. Everyone was tired and a few hours rest would do no harm. He also knew that the longer they went without sleep, the more difficult it would be to maintain a sharp mind. Despite his constant worries about Daria, which kept him going far beyond exhaustion, he knew he also needed some serious sleep.

“Guards set?”

Chester nodded his head, his red rimmed eyes shining like a beacon. “Two on two off rotation,” he replied, "and you’re not on the roster Cowboy, my orders.”

“We’ll get back to work at zero six hundred,” Monday ordered, figuring five hours rest would be enough to refresh their bodies and minds. Henry moaned and looked at the drooping eyes of Dom, half-asleep on the couch.



Dorbec’s plan called for a straight in assault along the main road leading to the villa. He had Wilhelm post a diversionary force at the mouth of the northeast draw and another to the southwest of the Villa, likely avenues of approach. They were to launch their assault at precisely five AM. Once Stiehl and his men were fully engaged with the two diversions, he would lead the main assault with his twelve commandos straight up the road from the southeast. The two transport helicopters were to remain on station and use their searchlights. The extremely powerful lights would ruin the vision of the men in the villa making night vision devices useless and highlighting them as easy targets for his snipers. Wilhelm requested that he be permitted to lead the diversionary force assaulting from the northeast draw, which angled down behind the villa.

The night was dark, almost as black as the ass end of a raven.*Laugh* Dorbec sent Lars and Claude to screen fifty yards in advance of his main force. The helicopter dropped them off a good mile from the villa and they had been walking up hill for most of that distance. Using his night vision goggles, Dorbec could see the villa about two hundred meters in the distance. The trees, which had been hugging the road, begin to rapidly thin out.

The night suddenly exploded. Geisers of dirt and rocks were thrown burst? into the air as grenades went off around him. Angry green tracers started pummelingpummeled his position like rain coming in at a horizontal angle. Men were screaming but he could barely hear them because his head was still ringing from the impacting grenades. Others were returning fire in the direction the tracers were coming from. The impact of the grenades haddestroyed his night vision and all he could see was were the deadly tracers zinging in like mad hornets.

More concussions begin to shake shookthe earth as mortar rounds started fallingfell around him. The smell of burned powder and heated metal clogged his nostrils. Great sensory image! He noticed that fewer outgoing tracers were answering the withering fire from the north. Dorbec was suddenly blinded as several powerful searchlights beamed in and highlighting him and his men. He couldn’t figure out how Stiehl had done it. The man would have to possess mental telepathy to know that he would lead the real assault from this direction. The deadly hail of machine gun rounds stopped as quickly as they had started. His hears were still ringing from the impact of the explosions but he heard a voice booming over a bullhorn.

“Throw down your weapons and raise your hands?”

Dorbec could tell from past experience that many of his men would not be able to respond to that order. They had been caught in the open with little or no cover and the ambush was devastating. He angrily threw his weapon to the ground and slowly glanced around him. Two of his men had responded, one standing, the other down on one knee, bleeding profusely. Dorbec was in shock. He had never witnessed anything so horrible in the history of his long military career. He had seen many men die but never his men.

Wilhelm von Liegntz slowly strode into the light, a HK .45 caliber USP Tactical Pistol in his hand. Behind him, a beaming smile on his face, walked Helmut Mueller and a squad of heavily armed men dressed in unusual uniforms with Nazi swastikas on arm bands.

“As you taught me, I have learned to do the unexpected.” Wilhelm spread his hands in a sweeping gesture. He watched as several men picked up the discarded weapons dropped by Dorbec’s men, then pointed at the two wounded men. Mueller sauntered over and shot the standing man point blank in the head. He was dead before his body hit the ground. Dorbec started to intervene but was forced passive voice back by two of the oddly dressed men. With a big smirk on his face, Mueller walked over to the wounded man. comma who was leaning on one knee, pulled his head back and slowly cut the man’s exposed throat.

“Of course you are asking why?” Wilhelm smiled, his handsome face marred by a carefully applied camouflage pattern. “Your mission is accomplished. You are now a danger and obsolete. That is, unless you wish to join us. Men of your caliber and training are hard to find.”

Dorbec’s silence was enough to tell told - That way you're keeping it in Dorbec's POVWilhelm that he had not found a willing recruit. “I would be more than happy to end it for you immediately,” he continued. “However, Hans has reserved that pleasure for himself. I am just following orders.”

Dorbec started to spit in his face, but was interupted passive voice and spellingby machine gun fire behind him. He turned to see the Villa under assault from two directions. From the muzzle flashes he unconsciously counted, at least a unit of company size was involved.

“Our limited assets are engaged with Doctor Stiehl and his gangsters now. As you said, divide and conquer.” Wilhelm pointed at the Villa with his pistol. “Before daybreak both you and Doctor Stiehl will be history.” He motioned with his pistol for his men to take Dorbec away. As he was leaving comma Dorbec watched Mueller walk from man to man and shoot each in the head several times. He could tell that Mueller was enjoying his work. The man was a cold-blooded killer and would make a name for himself among his new Nazi friends.



Monday was out of his bed and flat on the floor as soon as the first round went off. He could tell that the firing was coming from at least two hundred yards away from southeast of the villa. By the time he was fully dressed and armed, the rest of his Team was waiting at their assigned positions. Chester was looking at him with curiosity.

“Doesn’t make sense, does it?” Monday answered Chester’s look with a question. “Sounds like a firefight and they have mortars and chopper support.”

“I take it that you were not expecting any of the Delta Force Team to arrive tonight?” Chester was answered by a negative shake of Monday’s head.

“Plan B,” Monday yelled over the noise of the explosions. He knew that something had happened that should not have happened. Either the people coming after him and another group had blundered into each other before their planned assault, or something else had gone wrong. Either way, he knew from the amount of firepower being used, they did not stand a chance in hell of holding if they stayed inside the Villa.”

Dom entered the foyer with wide curious eyes. “What’s plan B?”

“We get the hell out of Dodge,” Monday blurted. “Our best chance of seeing another sunrise is to get into those mountains as fast as our asses can carry us. Scout and Chewey will clear us a path, but speed is our greatest asset. I have no doubt that the s*** will hit the fan any second now and the odds are definitely not in our favor.”

By the time the villa came under assault, which was mere minutes from the time they heard the distant firefight, Monday and the others were already in a deep draw working their way higher and higher into the dense and rugged mountains. For another ten minutes comma the assaulting force continued to rain machine gun and mortar rounds onto the villa. A sudden quiet slowly descended over the area.

“They finally figured out that no one was firing back,” Monday whispered to Henri. “They’ll be sending reconnaissance units up the draw and the chopper will be searching soon.”

“A rear guard action?” Henri suggested with a smile, although he knew Monday could not see his face in the dark.

“Weps and Scout have it covered,” Monday returned. “No one will get up this draw before daylight and by that time we’ll be miles away. Both have pulled rear guard in hostile situations before and they’re good at what they do. By noon they will join us at our new rendezvous site. They also have cold pack suits to dispel infra red and thermal imaging.”



Two men had been left to guard Dorbec. Wilhelm{x] had taken took the rest on the assault of the villa. He could tell that these were well-trained men. Both kept their weapons pointed in his direction and were spread five meters apart and well beyond his reach. He would not be able to attack one without the other shooting him.

Doebec was still in shock from the sudden loss of his men, men he had trained with and lead for years. He knew each of their families, the birthdays of their children, even what kind of wine their wives preferred. Hindsight told him that his suspicions were real. He could never quite figure out what it was about this mission, but he instinctively knew that something was not right.

He caught a glint of movement in his peripheral vision. There was definite movement behind the two guards. As he watched, Lars Udo Gabler and Claude Bedeau D’Aubigne quietly worked their way forward. Within seconds the two guards lay dead, their throats cut. He had trained his men very well.

“We were on point and they missed us.” Claude cut the plastic electrical cord binding Dorbec. His voice shaking from effort or anger. “We watched as that s*** head Mueller shot the rest.’

Dorbec shook his head in dismay and pointed in the direction of the mountains. He knew it was their only chance to escape from Wilhelm. While the assault on the villa was going on they had to put as much distance between themselves and the assaulting force as possible. Although sad, he was relieved that Claude and Lars had survived. He just now remembered they had been walking point and missed the worse part of the ambush. Claude had been with him since his Foreign Legion days and he had a special liking for the silly German mountaineer.

Within minutes the firing at the Villa halted. Dorbec stopped in his mad rush up the mountain draw and glanced back down towards the villa. A large smile broke out on his ruggedly handsome face. You escaped to too my friend, he thought, realizing that Wilhelm and his force had assaulted an empty villa. Monday and his men were somewhere in these mountains too. What was that old American saying? He searched his mind. Ah, yes. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.



“Why in hell aren’t we going after the bastards?” Mueller screamed, having heard Wilhelm give the command to return to base. “You just can’t let them get away. Now’s our chance to kill them and get the jewel.”

In response, Wilhelm held up a bag and shook it. “I have the jewel and the now useless documents. Two of the best native trackers in these mountains found them earlier. As for following them, did they not teach you anything in the new German Army, Sergeant. These men are Special Forces and they have access to satellite up-links. American Air Forces and Special Operations units will be flooding these mountains searching for them within hours. We have what we came for and we can eliminate them later at our convenience. Besides, I know exactly where they’re going.”

Mueller glanced at him with a puzzled expression.

“They’re going after their hidden jewel.” Wilhelm dangled the jewel again. “And, I wouldn’t be surprised if they ran into a very warm reception committee.” Oh boy!

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Chapter 39

May 7, 2012 – Near Mount Fitz Roy – Argentina



The large table in the main dining area was set for a formal occasion. Occupying seats around the table were seven people. Hans, as host, sat at the head of the massive table with Daria to his left and Señor d’Amador to his right. Next to Daria, Colonel Dorbec seemingly appeared to be out of place and uncomfortable. Others at the privileged setting were Szekler, Schäfer, and a new man who had yet to be introduced to the others. Dorbec instantly knew the man was military or ex-military. His ramrod posture, precise bearing and sharp penetrating eyes gave him away.

The wine steward brought a bottle of wine and presented it to Hans who nodded in approval. After the ritual of opening and tasting it, the steward poured a measured amount in each person’s glass.

“A toast to a most beautiful and charming lady,” Hans raised his glass. “To the granddaughter of our beloved leader.” Everyone replied to the toast except Daria, who defiantly refused to lift her glass until the toast was finished. Glancing around the table she noted the fanatical eagerness displayed on each face as they raised their glasses, all except Colonel Dorbec, who remained somewhat taciturn. POV switch we were seeing it from Dorbec's POV.

“Before we continue I would like to introduce my special guest.” Hans lifted his glass in salute to the man sitting across from Dorbec. “This is Herr Wilhelm von Liegntz. Wilhelm descends from Prussian royalty, but don’t tell him that, he’s a very devout Party member.”

“And towhat Party are you referring too?” Daria addressed the handsome young man. He was almost as perfect as Hans, somewhat shorter with a large scar on his left cheek that enhanced rather than detracted from his good looks.

“The National Socialist Party, Fraulein,” Wilhelm smiled eagerly. “The Party of your beloved grandfather.”

Daria rolled her eyes and glanced sideways at Colonel Dorbec. “Can you believe it, these fruitcakes think the Nazi Party is still going strong?”

Uncomfortable with the trend, Dorbec changed the subject. “Does Monsieur Liegntz also reside in this charming country?”

“Wilhelm works for me,” Hans injected. “One might say you and he are in the same security business. Althoughcomma I must admit he does not have your extensive background as a commander nor your indepth experience and training.”

Just as I figured, Dorbec surmised. There’s more to him than meets the eye. He was starting to second-guess the situation he had placed his Team in. The mission he had originally contracted for, under the hire of Herr Szekler, was successfully completed. Now, he was the guest of what appeared to be a group of Neo-Nazis. He also knew enough about Szekler’s background and financial capability to know that they were serious, deadly serious.

“The reason I asked Wilhelm to join us is to brief you on a mission of extreme importance,” Hans continued. “However, I never mix work with pleasure and I am sure everyone is anticipating the pleasure of a good meal.”

Dorbec started to remind him that his contract had been fulfilled, but decided to wait for further developments. If he didn’t like the new proposal, he could always take his men and leave. The money they had already made from this mission would take care of each man for life.

Hans signaled for the Chef to serve the entrées.

“Ja Herr UnterFuhrer,” the man nervously blurted. Hans glanced at him with a scathing stare.

Daria watched the short exchange with curiosity. She could see murder in Hans’ eyes, cold ruthless anger, barely kept under control. She knew what unterFuhrer meant, but it was seldom used in today’s modern world. There was no doubt that she had been abducted by a powerful group of Neo-Nazis. What their ultimate intentions were, she could only guess. POV switch

The meal was not ruined by Hans’ sudden flair of temper.passive voice As fast as it developed, it disappeared. He was a very charming and polite host and supervised the meal as if he was a sea captain at the helm of his ship. As stipulated, conversation during the meal was relegated to a plethora of subjects from the cinema to the arts with no mention of business or future planning. Had Daria not been consciously aware of her situation, it would have been a most pleasurable evening. Her host and the men around the table were some of the most intelligent people she had ever met. That they were involved in some crazy scheme or ridiculous dream of reviving the Third Reich was unfortunate.

After the meal commaHans directed the men to the drawing room where they could smoke, have a drink of their choosing, and discuss business. He insisted that Daria retire to the library or other entertainment areas within the house, too which she reluctantly acquiesced. She selected to take a dip in the Olympic size swimming pool to cool off.

As he entered, Dorbec was surprised to see Mueller and Fleischer in the drawing room. Why two criminals would be included in a special meeting eluded him. Mueller was reclining on a large leather couch and Fleischer was helping himself to a snifter of whiskey. He could almost feel the heat of hatred pouring from Mueller’s eyes as he casually walked over and poured himself a cognac from the well stocked bar.

Hans offered cigars to his guests and poured himself a snifter of cognac, waving his hand at the wide selection of liqueurs and wines, indicating to Wilhelm that he should help himself. He waited for everyone to settle down before discussing business.

“The American commandos of Herr Stiehl’s Team have uncovered another jewel,” Hans casually informed the group. “My resources indicate that it was hidden in a grave near a little village named Villa La Angostura. Securing this jewel will finally end our long search and allow us to move on to, shall we say, better things. I need you and your men to obtain this item, Colonel Dorbec.”

Dorbec looked at Hans then glanced at Mueller, who was helping himself to a cigar at the bar. “My men?”

Hans followed his gaze and immediately understood Dorbec’s train of thought. “Herr Mueller and Herr Fleischer will go with you, but they have a separate mission. I would be honored if you would allow Wilhelm to accompany you. He needs to learn from someone who has mastered the art of war. He will, of course, be at your disposal.”

“What compensation shall I tell my men they can expect?”

“Since this is at most a two day operation, with me supplying the transportation and other resources, would you agree that one hundred thousand Euros per man is sufficient? Half a million Euros for yourself of course.”

The offer was more than generous. In fact, it was far too generous. If he has the resources and manpower he claims to have, why does he need my team? Dobec mused. But, money is money and I wouldn’t be leading my outfit for long if I didn’t get them the pay they deserved.

“Time is of the essence.” Hans puffed his cigar. “You need to be on the ground by tomorrow evening and have possession of the jewel by the following morning. Can you do it?”

Dorbec took a sip of his cognac then swirled the golden liquid around in his snifter. “If I can get maps of the area and solid information on Stiehl’s Team; their capabilities, armament, numbers, location and so forth, I can do it.”

“And Wilhelm?”

“There’s no reason he shouldn’t tag along, providing he doesn’t get in the way.”

Hans grinned at Dorbec then at Wilhelm and proposed another toast. “Salut.” Wilhelm has a dossier on the information you need. Good luck on your mission Colonel. I will be flying out early in the morning for a meeting and will not be here to see you off. While you and Wilhelm discuss the details, I will inform Herr Mueller and Herr Fleischer of their mission, then I will join Frauelin Wolff in the pool.” He signaled for Mueller and Fleischer to follow him from the room.

“The Americans are staying at a large villa near Lago Trafull, northeast of a small village named Villa Los Angostura.” Wilhelm spread several maps out on the coffee table. “The villa is heavily forested on three sides and open to the east. There is one small farm road, which connects to highway 65 several miles away. The nearest police are a good fifty miles south at San Carlos de Beriloche. We can fly in by helicopter, accomplish our mission, and be out before the locals even know anyone was there.”

“How many men are we expecting to engage?” Doebec spread a folded section of the map so he could read the names of the villages in the area.

“Eleven as of last count, but only eight of them are trained commandos. The Italian, Doctor Prestano, Heinreich von Schwerin of the Bundeswehr and a third man, who has something to do with the Church, are civilians.”

“Never count Henri as a civilian,” Dorbec smiled. “He’s got more special operations training than just about anyone I know, except me perhaps. He may not be in the best physical shape but his mind is sharp as a knife.”

“The layout of the villa is common for the area.” Wilhelm gave Dorbec a diagram of the floor plans. “There is a flat saddle about a kilometer northeast of the villa with a tree covered draw running to within a hundred meters of the house. I recommend we land there and make our move using this draw as cover.”

“They will have that draw covered with anti-intrusion devices and at least one man on overwatch,” Doebec replied. “You must think like a commando to beat commando’s my friend. Always do the unexpected. Diversions work well and your target never knows when they are really diversions or the main assault point. Divide and conquer has always been one of my favorite scenarios.”

“I can arrange for any diversions you need,” Wilhelm smiled. “You know we have other assets available.”

“That’s one reason I was curious as to why my Team is needed?” Dorbec picked up his snifter and drained the remaining cognac in one gulp, making a face as the burning liquid hit his throat. “Why waste money on expensive mercenaries if you have men of your own?”

Wilhelm hesitated as if trying to think of a reasonable answer. “The greatest part of our assets are elsewhere,” he finally replied. “But there are enough men available to act as a small diversionary force or more if needed.”

For the next several hours Dorbec described his plan of action and the assets he would need to fulfill his part of the mission. By the time he and Wilhelm finished their planning it was nearing midnight. He was still uncomfortable working with Nazi wanna-be’s, but, as they say in the mercenary trade…the money’s good!

You're really fleshing out the character of Dorbec in this chapter. He is really coming to life. Nicely done. I would keep this entire chapter in Dorbec's POV. It will only aid in his character development.


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Chapter 38

May 4, 2012 – Los Alamos, New Mexico



Huck escorted them to an elevator inside the security building. A fading sign over the door read comma and if not already in your original, I would put this in italics. Site Y. Inside the elevator there were numbered buttons for several levels, then lettered buttons indicating lower levels. Huck pushed one of the lowest buttons and the elevator jerked into its descent? started to descend.

“You are aware that Los Alamos is the premier research lab for such things as nuclear, subatomic particles, magnetic fields, exometallurgical, exobiological, and other exotic technologies research,” Huck remarked as they slowly descended. “What is not commonly known is that a considerable amount of research is done here on technology that regular scientific labs consider far fetched or science fiction in nature.”

“Like UFO technology?” Lofton jokingly asked.

Huck grinned at him but raised his eyebrow in a ‘you never know’ manner. “Some technology from past wars, World War II and the Cold War in particular, are also stored and studied here. Documents related to the same are kept here in special archives.”

When the elevator stopped Huck escorted them down a long well lighted hall to a massive metal door. As soon as the door was opened comma a security desk manned by a military policeman blocked further entry.passive voice The MP checked their badges, referred to a computer screen, then pushed a button, which opened a door behind him. Beyond that door was another security desk manned by several military policemen who went through the same procedure.

The room they finally entered looked more like a library than a lab. Several men in business suits stood at strategic locations around the room and Monday knew they were also security due to the bulges in their coats. They were asked passive voice to sit down at a large conference table.

Within minutes, two men walked into the room carrying armloads of files and ledgers. They were probably resident scientists. A man in his mid sixties, white hair, thick glasses, and a bulbous nose, nodded at Huck but did not identify himself. “They have the necessary clearances?” He confirmed once again, as if he was reluctant to part with the information in his possession. great descriptions in this paragraph

Huck shook his head and turned to Monday. “Why don’t you tell them what was in the Nazi documents your men found in Argentina.”

Monday glanced at the two men who deposited their materials on the expansive table and sat down across from him. He pulled some badly wrinkled papers from his jacket pocket and tried to smooth them out on the flat surface of the table. The scientists looked at them as if they were the holy grail.

“I’ll give you a brief overview. *Paste*Success!” *Cut*He translated from the papers.*Cut* Otherwise that was confusing he was reading the first line. “Bormann and Kammler’s negotiations have been successful. The American government agreed to our terms with few minor provisions. The atomic material and triggering device will be sent to The United States. Admiral Doenitz has been instructed to load the material on U-234.” WHOA! Great twist.

Monday halted to get the reaction of the two scientists. Their faces were bland as if what he was reading was old and unexciting news. He continued. “Our Imperial Japanese allies will be devastated when the U-234 surrenders to the Americans. The material was promised to them for completion of their own atomic program.”

“When Kammler first approached the OSS with our proposal, and mentioned the terms, they balked. But, when the American government learned of the atomic trigger and the enriched uranium, their agreement was quick in coming. It seems that the American Atomic Bomb program is at a standstill because they are unable to make a triggering device that will work.”

“They reluctantly agreed that the Fuhrer and his retinue, along with selected officials of our Reich, SS Gruppenführer Hans Kammler, Chancellor Martin Bormann, myself, and a score of others, will be guaranteed safe conduct to a place of our choosing and that all evidence of our deal will be held in absolute secret from the world and the history books.”

“As additional compensation, we advised the American Government that all our greatest scientists, along with much of their research, will be available to them so they will not fall into Soviet hands. They have named the project, Operation Paperclip. They also stipulated that Admiral Donitz will be acceptable as the new German Chancellor. The Fuhrer residence has been prepared and our submarine fleet is moving all required materials at flank speed.”

“There are several more pages outlining material transfers and discussions with the Argentine government,” Monday continued. “This letter is the duplicate of one written and signed by Gestapo Chief Heinrich Mueller, addressed to Adolph Hitler. Did our government make a secret deal with Adolph Hitler and his henchmen for nuclear material and secrets in exchange for their freedom and exile? According to this document they did. I have no doubts about its authenticity.”

The two scientists looked at Monday then smiled at each other. “Yes.” The white haired one said. “We did.”

“I’m listening,” Monday replied, leaning back in his chair.

“The deal was made in early 1945. I must give you a little background first.” He pulled several documents from the pile and placed them in some type of order. Monday was amazed as the story unfolded. Show me this; don't tell me.

"It appears that the Nazi regime knew that the war was lost by January 1945. They also knew that the Soviets, who were rapidly advancing into Germany, would be merciless. They had a bargaining chip they could use with the Allies, the Americans in particular, and decided to use it. Nazi agents were well aware of how close the Americans were to completing their atomic bomb project, and they also knew that the only thing delaying it was enough enriched uranium and a device to trigger the bomb. A deal was made at the top most levels, led by Gestapo Chief Heinrich Mueller. Oh, is there a connection to the Mueller in the last chapter?

"Eleven days after Nazi Germany's surrender, and a month before the final assembly of the U.S. atomic bomb, Marine guards escorted a Nazi submarine, U-234, into the New Hampshire naval yard.

The U-boat contained 560 kilograms of enriched uranium oxide, as well as other atomic-bomb components. The Manhattan Project commandeered these materials to complete both the Hiroshima uranium bomb and the Nagasaki plutonium bomb.

Imperial Japanese Navy Lieutenant Commander Hideo Tomonaga, a leading Japanese submarine designer, and Lieutenant Commander Genzo Shoji, an aircraft expert, were on board. They both committed suicide when the Boat surrendered.

The listing of 560 kilograms of uranium oxide for the "Jap Army" on U-234's manifest was kept from the public. The cargo manifests from U-234 listed 580 kilograms, or 1120 pounds of uranium oxide, as well as most of the Nazis’ latest, and most secret, war-making technologies; including, two fully disassembled Messerschmidt 262 jet fighters, the first jet aircraft used in combat and the only such planes employed in World War Two; the newest silent electric torpedoes; and plans and material to build Germany’s feared V-2 rockets.

Secret plans for the development of an atomic triggering device was also part of the documents on the U-234.

If U-234 had made it to Japan, as originally planned, America may have been the target of the first Atomic Bomb instead of Hiroshima.

By late spring 1945, when the U-234 surrendered there was were just two months left until the scheduled Trinity Test - the first test of an atomic bomb – and the detonator problem was still unsolved. All that changed very quickly.

Other documents provided by General Hans Kammler, were also invaluable to the American military effort. Kammler was in charge of the Nazi secret weapons projects, the activities of the scientists in this secret operation were beyond any technology that had appeared by the end of the war. Weapon systems that made the V-1 and the V-2 look obsolete.

Kammler was a ruthless and powerful SS officer who had committed numerous war crimes. By April 18, 1945, Kammler disappeared without trace. His name was not even mentioned during the Nurnburg War Crimes. Many sightings of Bormann, alive and well, were reported over the three decades following the war. The alleged grave of Gestapo Chief Heinrich Mueller, was also disinterred in 1963 and found to contain the skeletal remains of three men, none of them Mueller. You need to have " in the right places as the story is being told.

“So, the Nazis did us a favor and we reciprocated my providing a ‘get out of jail free card’ to most of the top brass!” Monday stated. “Was it worth it?”

“Japan did not get the atomic bomb and we won the war, period” The white haired scientist repliednodded. “I’d say that it was a fair exchange.”

“None of this was made public?”

“We could not hide the surrender of the U-234, or it’s cargo manifest. There were far too many eyewitnesses. Anyone reading about it will be listed among the hundreds of conspiracy theorists, and you know most of them are considered kooks.”

“The conspiracy theories about Hitler escaping and scores of big time Nazi bosses are true then?”

“True!”

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” Monday blurted, sitting up straight in his chair and placing his palms flat on the table. “As far as anyone is concerned, if I released the information I have in this letter, I will be listed as one of the conspiracy nuts too. So what is the significance of this meeting.”

“The jewel,” the other scientist blurted out. “Or jewels.”

The white haired scientist looked at him to observe his reaction. When Monday did not respond he explained.

“Part of the deal with the Nazi’s was for all their latest technology. That included programs of any scientific nature, no matter how far fetched or in what stage of development. We received most of them, but the Nazi’s held out on a big one. One of the scientists we brought to this country under Operation Paperclip, described a project the Nazi’s were working on that was referred to as, italics The Bell.”

“In 1945, a mysterious Nazi secret weapons project code-named "The Bell" left its underground bunker in lower Silesia, along with all its project documentation, and a four-star SS General Hans Kammler. Aboard a massive six-engine Junkers 390 ultra-long range aircraft, "The Bell," Kammler, and all project records disappeared completely, along with the gigantic aircraft. The SS allegedly murdered most of the scientists and technicians involved with the project but we believe now they were taken by submarine to a new location.”

“Sources report that the Bell experiments involved feeding large doses of electricity into an underground chamber where a bell-shaped device emitted a pale blue light. Five scientists exposed to the device died of side-effects. Word had it that they were investigating some kind of anti-gravitational effect. The Bell, which was about the height of a man and glowed during testing, was made of hard, heavy metal, filled with a violet mercury-like substance. This metallic liquid was stored in a flask, encased in lead three centimeters thick.”

“Experiments always took place under a thick ceramic cover and involved the rapid spinning of two cylinders in opposite directions. The chamber in which the experiments took place was deep below ground. Only the Bell itself was preserved after a series of tests, each lasting about one minute. Even the room was destroyed and rebuilt.

Various plants, and animals such as frogs, mice and rats, were exposed to The Bell's sphere of influence. Rapid decay set in and people who helped conduct the experiments suffered from sleep problems, memory loss and muscle spasms. One of the terms used was 'vortex compression'. Another was 'magnetic fields separation'. Both were associated with antigravity. One scientist even referred to it as a ‘time vortex’ machine.

“We now know that the Nazi Bell Project was real and that the Neo Nazi’s have perfected it and extracted other advanced technology from it. All they need is a source of energy, and the jewels we believe, are that source. Our information states that The Bell could be the most powerful weapon ever conceived, even more powerful than nuclear weapons.”

“Why haven’t you stopped them?” Monday questioned. “Undoubtedly you know where they are and how to get to them.”

“We tried that once,” the scientist answered. “Have you ever heard of Operation Highjump?”

Monday shook his head in a no gesture.

“Operation Highjump is on record. In 1947, Admiral Richard E. Byrd led 4,000 military troops from the U.S., Britain and Australia in an invasion of Antarctica but encountered heavy resistance from Nazi flying aircraft and had to call off the invasion.”

“In an interview after the failed invasion, Admiral Byrd declared that it was imperative for the United States to initiate immediate defensive measures against hostile regions. The admiral further stated that he didn't want to frighten anyone unduly but that it was a bitter reality that in case of a new war the continental United States would be attacked by flying objects which could fly from pole to pole at incredible speeds. When Byrd returned to the States, he was hospitalized and was not allowed to hold any more press conferences.”

“Then you’re saying that the Nazi’s moved their technology to Antartica, expanded on it, and are preparing to kick our asses? If they had that kind of technology over sixty years ago, why haven’t they done it before now?”

“Not Antartica. We don’t know where their main base or bases are, but we do know that one of them is in Argentina, which is a sovereign nation. The only reason they have not “kicked out ass” as you so eloquently put it, is they did not have a reliable power source…until now. And, they allegedly have nuclear weapons capability and the means to deliver them.”

“The jewels again,” Monday stated. “How could they be a power source?”

“We don’t know, but all our intelligence indicates they connect with the Nazi Bell project in some way and work as a booster or catalyst of some kind.”

“We need to secure the jewel your Team found from the Nazi’s,” Huck cut in. “And try to get back the one Dorbec stole. Without this power source they evidently can’t operate the Bell efficiently.”

Monday thought about the strange way the jewel mesmerized him when he looked at it. “So, you want me and my Team to take on an army of Fourth Reich Nazi’s and save the day?”

“You now have access to whatever muscle you need, Special Forces, Delta, Rangers, in any number required.”

“My boss?”

“Your boss is the President of the United States,” one of the security agents standing in the room replied. “We,” he pointed to himself and the other agent, ”are Secret Service. You will report only to the President or to whom he specifies as needed.”

“You know that I had no choice?” Monday looked at Huck. “You know that I would search for Daria even if I ran into these Nazi guys. Without help, you knew I’d be no match for them.”

Huck shook his head yes. “We must keep this under wraps. We don’t know how involved the Argentine government is, if at all. Should the general public find out there is a powerful new Nazi organization operating against us, panic will set in. We will use disinformation as much as possible and threats where necessary. We also cannot use American military forces in Argentina unless we are certain of the location of their hidden base. The men you ask for will have civilian passports and identification.{c:blue] spaceDon’t do anything stupid, Monday. Just find Daria, find out if you can where their bases are, then back off and let the military handle it.”

“You still on board?” Monday turned to Lofton.

“Sounds like a boatload of fun. When do we head south? Preferably by jeep.”

“One last thing,” the Secret Service Agent added. “There’s another unknown organization working against both us and the new Nazis and they have powerful resources. We don’t know who they are, only that they are very well organized and extremely dangerous. We do know that their power reaches into high places.”

“Don’t let your feelings get in the way of staying alive big brother.” Huck was referring referred to Daria. “If I could go with you I would, but Uncle Sam has other plans for me before I leave the Company in a few weeks.”

“You calling it quits?”

“Got a better offer. Same hours, five times the pay and the perks are outstanding.”

“I need to call my men in Argentina immediately.” Monday stood and ran his fingers through his hair. “They need to know what they’re up against.”

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Chapter 37

May 7, 2012 – Near Mount Fitz Roy – Argentina



Mueller was tired and his mental state mirrored his physical fatigue. He was ordered passive voice to join the mercenaries guarding the perimeter of the large Villa and was very pissed off about it. The remainder of Dorbec’s team had arrived late last night along with Mueller, Szekler, Schäfer, and Fleischer and set up operations in a large bunkhouse a good distance from the main house. While Szekler and Schäfer had been offered passive voice plush rooms near Dorbec’s, he and Fleischer were treated like hired field hands. That might be good for Fleischer but he , ______ Mueller, (clears up the question of which he, and also infers that Mueller think he's all that and a bag of chips.) belonged in the big house.

As soon as he stationed himself on a rise overlooking the Villa, he spotted a tall, very handsome man dressed in expensive riding attire walking his mount down the incline towards the stables. Mueller could tell right away that the man was someone of importance and he obviously belonged on the plantation or whatever the hell they called such a place down here.

He followed the man to one of the stables and heard yelling and screaming coming from the inside. The man was angry about something and was berating one of the workers in Spanish, a language Mueller did not speak. Besides his native German comma he could barely read and speak English. Languages had never been his forte.

He was about to head back up the hill when he spotted Señor d’Amador heading for the barn. He met the suave well-dressed overseer the evening before and considered him far too prissy for his tastes. Mueller listened, as D’Amador talked with the man in pure German. After a few moments comma they exited the stables together. Mueller spotted Daria the same instant they did and his heart fluttered a beat.

Mueller lifted up his head as he listened to the last sentence between the two men. “Your future wife. It will be a perfect German union. The son of Germany’s greatest war hero and the granddaughter of our beloved Fuhrer.”

A dark cloud of anger flooded over him. “How dare they discuss the Granddaughter of the Fuhrer as if she was a finely bred mare or prize bitch,” he thought. Who was this man that considered himself good enough to mix his blood with the blood of Hitler.”

Mueller was about to walk over to them when he noticed Daria and Colonel Dorbec heading in their direction. She was absolutely magnificent in his mind. From the day he first met her in her little ransacked apartment, her ransacked apartment, she became something special. In his mind she was something special, very special, Try to find a different word. the granddaughter of the beloved Fuhrer. But, that was not all she was to Mueller. Although he knew that he could never possess such a beautiful and charming woman, he also knew that she was far too good for any man, especially that Stiehl character and men such as Colonel Dorbec. Daria was the successor to everything great that the Third Reich stood for. Only those devoted to the cause deserved to be around her, to admire her, to draw strength from her beauty and charm.

Mueller moved closer so he could hear their conversation. The man turned his head in Mueller’s direction and cast an appraising stare then nodded. He immediately liked the man. Something in his regal bearing and in his cold blue eyes told Mueller that here at last was a man to admire, possibly a leader to follow.

“I take pleasure in introducing, Fraulein Daria Wolff,” Señor d’Amador remarked to the man standing near him. Colonel Dorbec took a step back to make his own judgement of their new guest. “Fraulein Wolff I would like for you to meet your host, Herr Hans-Ulrich Rudel II. Hans is the son of Germany’s greatest war hero and proprietor of this grand Villa.”

Hans took her hand in the formal style and snapped his heels together in the Prussian Military manner. “A great pleasure Fraulein.”

“This is Colonel Jean Marcel Dorbec of the Forces Spéciales Françaises,” Señor d’Amador continued in his suave German.

“Retired Colonel.” Dorbec shook Hans’ hand and could feel power in the taunt grip and enjoyed the fact that the man did not squeeze harder to boast of his physical power. There was something in the man’s eyes that disturbed Dorbec though, a cold calculating stare that spoke of deep hidden secrets, possibly dark secrets. His eyes reminded him of the sharp eyes of a cold calculating predator. POV switch. Perhaps have Mueller note these things because I think they are important.

“You are my jailer?” Daria finally questioned, looking Hans directly in the eye.

“By no meanscomma Fraulein. You are my guest here as is Colonel Dorbec and others.”

“A guest who was brought here against her will.”

“I apologize for the unfortunate circumstances. I am certain your status will change as you adapt to your situation. May I call you Daria?”

“No! I do not want to be on a first name basis with my abductor or anyone who works for him in any capacity.” Daria found the man disturbing. He was incredibly handsome and obviously well educated but he also radiated hidden mystery. While she had grown attached to Colonel Dorbec and could not fully think of him as an enemy, this man frightened her. POV switch. Perhaps Daria could take a step away from Hans toward Dorbec, and Mueller, since he is observing the scene, take note of this.

“She’s definitely got the Fuhrer’s blood!” Mueller chuckled, amused at Daria’s hostile response to the new boss. He noticed that Hans took the jib with smiling grace and his face beamed at her sassy retort.

“Let us retire to the garden for coffee or tea,” Señor d’Amador suggested, offering his arm to Daria.

“I will happily join you when I have changed my attire and freshened up a bit,” Hans cast Daria a bright flashing smile. “Would you accompany me, Colonel Dorbec? We have a few matters to discuss.”

Mueller watched the small group as they headed towards the main house. His mind was trying to digest the information it had gleaned from this small encounter. The new man was wealthy, he had power and he radiated strength and resolve. The remark about him and Daria’s possible union was interesting. He could tell that Dorbec was subservient to Hans in his capacity as hired mercenary, and Mueller liked that. He had very little affection for the overbearing frog Colonel. The man had also given an affirmative liking to him with a simple nod of his head. This meant there was room to maneuver, room to replace Dorbec. He’d have to work on that. He was not destined to be low man on the totem pole; he was far too valuable to the new Reich.

Mueller smiled a crooked smile as he ambled back to his position on the hill.

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Chapter 36

May 4, 2012 – (Ezeiza) Ministro Pistarini International Airport – Buenos Aires



“The Americans are talking with an officer from the Argentine Army.” Cencio was at a safe speaking distance from the Team. He had excused himself to make a personal call, even waving Dom off when he started to join him.

“What is your next destination?” the Cardinal was sitting sat in his office in the Vatican using a secure line. He was both physically and mentally tired, having been up since well before daybreak and it was now nearing midnight.

“We’re changing to a local flight to a town named, San Carlos de Bariloche. From there I haven’t been advised of the next destination. Even Doctor Prestano has cut me out of the conversations when it comes to their plans.”

“Your assessment of Doctor Prestano?”

“I’m afraid, Your Imminence, that the good doctor is far too friendly with Doctor Stiehl and the German girl. I feel that he is nearing the end of his usefulness to our cause.”

“I have nurtured Dominic since he was a boy,” the Cardinal whispered into the phone. “He is like a son to me, the son I was forbidden to have. I assume he is unaware of the truth hiding behind our mission?”

“He knows that everyone is to be eliminated, that no witnesses are to be left.”

“Dominic knows nothing about The Brotherhood, Cencio. He devoutly believes that his mission is for Mother Church. Should he find out that he has been deceived, I do not know how he will react. My instinct tells me that he would betray us.”

“Should I remove him from the equation, Your Imminence?”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Cencio thought the Cardinal had hung up or been cut off until his tired sounding voice answered. comma “Not yet. I may try to remove him from the operation without telling him the truth. I believe he will obey my orders if I command him to return to Italia and forget about what he has learned so far. I owe him that much.”

“Prestano did tell me that men from Doctor Stiehl’s Team found another jewel,” Cencio added.”

“Two jewels?” the Cardinal gasped. “Another jewel in addition to the one Colonel Dorbec stole?”

“Yes, Your Imminence.”

“Two jewels are all we need to begin the ultimate project. You must obtain them, Cencio! Centuries of patience and planning will be fulfilled when we have them in our possession. By all means and at any cost comma here ?you must obtain them!”

“I am somewhat outnumbered, Your Imminence. The Primary has Colonel Dorbec and his superb mercenaries as backup. Doctor Stiehl has his Special Forces Team, and by now we can assume he has immediate access to American Black Operations Teams, even Delta Forces. The documents his men uncovered with the second jewel contains astonishing information.”

“You will obtain a copy of those documents and send them to me,” The Cardinal demanded. “I will immediately activate an Alpha Cell and send them to your assistance.”

“Thank you, Your Imminence. I will complete both assignments, I assure you. The commander of the Alpha Cell will be?”

“Bishop Arash Khan.”

“The Best,” Cencio whispered. Cencio knew that Bishop Arash Khan was unique in, The Brotherhood. Unique because he was an Iranian Christian and named after the legendary Iranian hero, Lotf Ali Khan. Whether or not he claimed to be a descendant of the hero was mute because Bishop Khan, under many assumed names, was one of the greatest military leaders in existence. Not only that, an Alpha Cell consisted of fifty highly trained and superbly equipped commandos. With a force like that, he should be able to overwhelm Stiehl and his men before they became aware of the importance of the jewels.

“Should an opportunity arise to eliminate, The Primary or any of his leaders, it would be very beneficial to our cause,” The Cardinal added. “And, I will contact Dominic personally.”

“They are signaling for me to join them, Your Imminence.”

“Go with God my son.”

Cencio shut the cell phone and placed it into his coat pocket. Things were looking better for him. No, things were looking great! He smiled and headed towards the Team standing next to a twin engine plane.

The Cardinal gently dropped his phone into the ivory cradle on its stand. He rubbed his temple with both hands then reached for the lukewarm cup of tea sitting on his desk. The search was finally over. The objects they had been searching for since Bishop Malsapina entrusted them to The Church in the Sixteenth Century, had finally been located. The accursed Nazi’s had both of them. The Brotherhood had been searching for five hundred years, spent a king’s fortune, and raised Cardinals, Bishops, Senators, even Dictators to help in the search.

The world was about to change. The Brotherhood would reign supreme at last!
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Chapter 35

May 4, 2012 – Dulles International Airport, Chantilly, Virginia



The flight from Munich to Dulles was long and tedious. Not long in the sense that it took more time than usual, but long in that Monday had too much time to think. He realized that he was not living up to his abilities and berated himself for putting most of the work and thinking on Chester’s shoulders. He’d missed some of the obvious clues to Dorbec’s potential moves, and he had been conductingconducted himself like an amateur every since he met Daria.

As soon as he cleared customs and left the secure area, Monday spotted a man waiting for him near the exit. He had no reason to suspect that he was the person whom Huck had arranged to meet him, but the man did have that air about him which bespoke Government Service; clean shaven, ruffled suit, hundred yard stare, and slouchy posture. He was around six feet tall, reddish blond hair, clipped moustache, and, for a man in his early to mid forties, very athletically built.

“Dr. Stiehl!” the man blurted, slowly rising from his slouched position. “Special Agent Lofton.”

Monday returned his cool appraising stare. “Call me Monday. I don’t operate on people and don’t have a medical degree, so Monday it is.”

“Your brother said you were informal,” Lofton chuckled. “If it wasn’t for your close cropped hair I’d have plugged you for Huck. The resemblance is uncanny.”

“Identical twins do have a strange habit of looking alike. You have our next set of wheels ready to roll?”

“Got a wagon waiting to take us to Andrews Air Force Base. Huck mentioned that time was of the essence so I pulled some sticky strings and got a couple of F15 Eagles to drive us to New Mexico. Guard pilots desperately need the flight hours.”

Monday looked closer at the man. “You’re going to Los Alamos with me?”

“My job, should I accept it, is to stick to you like s*** on a shingle until Uncle Sugar says otherwise. That not only means New Mexico, but anywhere in the world you may decide to traipse off to. The White House has special interest in you for some reason,I'm not sure you need the comma here which is beyond my pay grade to know at this time.”

Monday liked the man. There was a very refreshing and no nonsense atmosphere about him. “Infantry?” He asked, as they headed for the terminal exit. “And, Agent Lofton does sound a bit on the formal side.”

“Grunt for twenty years and proud of it. Stopped a few rounds in my day, drank a few beers, told lots of war stories which all started with, ‘No s***, there I was.’ Duke will do in lieu of Lofton.”

“OK, Duke it is. Is that from ‘The Duke’ as in John Wayne, or something else?”

“Name comes from my origins,” he smiled. “Lofton derives from the Anglo Saxons of Britain around 900 AD during the time of King Alfred. In Old Norse, Lopt meant loft and Hus meant house, therefore Lopthus’ or those who lived in a loft, respelled later on as Lofton. Only the nobility had lofts in those days, high mucky-mucks such as Dukes and Earls. My Grunts found out about it and dubbed me: His Royal High-Ass” but I settled for The Duke, just like your guys call you, Cowboy.”

“No need to guess, you have read the official dossier on my background?”

“Yep, lock, stock, and barrel. And if I may say, very impressive reading too. The Company likes to collect all kinds of trivia on people. It’s kinda what we do best.”

A sleek black limo with a driver was waiting for them as they exited the terminal. “You even rate a chauffeur.” The Duke smiled as he and Monday slid into the back seat.

“I’ll lay odds that it’s armored too,” Monday smiled back, noticing the thick bulletproof glass on the windows.

In no time flat they were at Andrews Air Force Base. The limo did not stop at the security gate but was flaggedpassive voice straight threw and rolled out to the tarmac where two sleek F15 Eagles were parked.

“We were followed,” The Duke remarked, as they exited the limo. “Two or three cars back, all the way from Dulles. I know now why Huck wanted to provide you with a babysitter.” He patted the lump under his left arm to assure himself that his piece was still riding in place.

“Any chance of a loaner?” Monday asked, pointing at the obvious bulge.

“Beyond my pay grade,” The Duke answered, pulling a small Baretta from a holster on his right leg and handing it to Monday. “I didn’t give that to you. In fact, I ain’t never seen it before.”

“Better than nothing. Bet you’re a Glock man, “ Monday returned, referring to The Dukes choice of weapons I don't think you need this. It is already inferred.

“Lost your bet Cowboy. I carry a Colt Python .357 Magnum with special loads. You’re partial to a SIG-Sauer, 45ACP P220R.”

“I know,” Monday smiled. “You read my file. What about our tail, you gonna report them?”

“I’ll call it incomma but I ain’t worried. Unless they have something that can out run a F15 Eagle, we have no problems. We’ll be at Kirtland Air Force Base before they can hump their asses and fart in the wind.”

Within a few minutescomma the two Eagle drivers, one male and one female captain, climbed into their cockpits to warm the engines. The female officer signaled for Monday to join her and for The Duke to go to the next bird. A technical sergeant helped him into the back seat driver’s position, then signaled with a thumbs up that all was green for go.

Monday had never flown in a jet fighter before. Most of his hundreds of flights had been on the C130 Hercules or C141 Starlifter sitting side by side with the remainder of his Team. The experience was exhilarating. The F-15E Strike Eagle isThis is a switch in tense from past to present. You may want to consider revising this section. a twin engine, all weather, tactical fighter designed to gain air superiority in aerial combat. It can reach speeds exceeding 1,600 mph, and has a ferry range of around 3,400 miles. Loaded for bear, its range drops to around 1,200 miles. Their trip to Albuquerque would not require refueling in flight.

Monday looked out the cockpit to his right to see the other Eagle keeping pace with the one he was in. It was so close he could see the green color darkening on The Dukes face. Obviously Lofton was not accustomed to flying, or at least not adapted to military flying, which was much different than the smooth ride of a civilian passenger jet. He gave the thumbs up only to see Loften reaching for the barf bag kept available for those with weak stomachs.

“Have you at Kirtland in time for happy hour,” his pilot said over the radio. “Heard that the Officer’s Club at Kirtland has some of the best chow you can find on any base.” Her voice sounded young and more like a private secretary than a fighter pilot.

“Unfortunately Kirtland is a quick change over,” Monday replied. “We have transport waiting to take us to our final destination.”

“Too bad,” She replied with a very sexy overtone in her voice.

“Was the pilot flirting with him?” he wondered. “Hell! He was old enough to be her father.” But that had never prevented girls younger than her from flirting with him during the lectures he gave.

The flight was over before Monday realized it. From Washington D.C. to Albuquerque was a very long distance in his mind, but not for these war birds. For them, it was more like a trip down to the corner speedy mart. The change from the damp cool weather of D.C to the dry heat of the West was more of a shock than the flight itself. Monday could feel his nostrils starting to dry up. As a ground crew member assisted him down from the jet, the young pilot waved good bye to him. The Duke was staggering staggered towards him, his face still a light shade of green.

“Don’t like flying, Duke?”

“I’m Infantry. If I wanted to fly I would have joined the damn Air Force. If I wanted to be on a boat I would have joined the Damn Navy. And, if I wanted to jump out of perfectly good airplanes like you Special Forces pukes, I’d have went Airborne. I was a happy ground pounder for many years and I plan on staying that way.”

Monday pointed at a helicopter warming up on the tarmac. It was clear that the next jaunt of their trip was back into the air. The Duke glanced in the direction he pointed and let out a deep moan. “They have something against ground transportation?” he gasped, groused? heading towards the chopper.

As soon as they landed at Los Alamos, a squad of security police hustled them from the flight line into a waiting humvee. The ride to a special building took no time at all. In fact, they could have easily walked the distance to stretch their stiff legs. His brother Huck met them in the security office and presented them with special badges to clip onto their pockets.

“Gotta wear these at all times,” Huck remarked as he handed the badge to Monday then hugged him tight. “Security here is pretty damn tight.”

Huckleberry Stiehl was the spitting image of Monday, except he had a thick crop of gangly hair. “You cannot go anywhere without an escort,” he continued. “There are too many areas off limits except to those people working in them and the security personnel here take their jobs very seriously.”

Monday pointed at Lofton who was ruffled at being relieved of his personal weapon.

“My orders are to allow him to be with you at all times,” Huck remarked. “You have any hidden weapons on you?” He gave Monday a sideways glance. Monday removed the Baretta from his jacket pocket and passed it over to the security sergeant. “Not now,” he smiled.

Huck shook his head and motioned for them to follow him.

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Chapter 34

May 7, 2012 – Near Mount Fitz Roy – Argentina



Hans angrily dismounted from his stallion and pulled a crumbly molasses cookie from his pocket. The horse was fond of treats and this cookie was his favorite. Tornado was from the bloodline of Hurricane Run, a German bred and French trained champion. Hurricane Run was voted the Cartier Racing Award for European horse of the year and was the world’s top ranked horse in 2005, plus the world’s top ranked long distance horse.

Hans gently switch gently and Hans lifted the stallion’s right front leg and cursed at the loose shoe. “Gottverdammt!” he yelled. He would see to it that the idiot farrier felt his wrath when he returned to the villa. Tornado was not only the greatest horse alive; he was also beyond value. Although a loose shoe would most likely work its way out and be thrown by the horse, there was always a possibility of splitting the hoof or damaging the frog.

Luck would have it that he was on his way back to the villa, which was now less than a kilometer away. He would walk the remaining distance. Hans pulled his canteen from the saddle horn and took a deep drink of refreshing wine mixed with water. He preferred a mixture of vinegar and water, however, hehad left so early the steward was still sleeping and he could not locate the fresh vinegar. Hans was fond of history, military history in general and Roman history in particular. Having learned at an early age that Roman soldiers were fond of drinking vinegar, he quickly adopted the unusual habit.

He had returned to the Vila late last night and went directly to bed. Despite only a few hours sleep, he was up early to enjoy his favorite pastime. Hans rode daily, sometimes twice daily. Although his favorite was Tornado, he had a large number of horses to choose from; race horses, quarter horses, Arabians, both stallions and geldings. Señor d’Amador often told him that horses was his only vice.

Hans was tall, muscular, and well proportioned. According to the senoritas he was more handsome than any movie star. His thick blond hair, sky blue eyes, aquiline nose, and square jaw did make him incredibly handsome. He could have posed for a portrait of a pure Germanic Knight if he had been born during the glory days of the Third Reich.

Hans was of pure German stock. His father was Colonel Hans-Ulrich Rudel; unarguably the most decorated German service man of the war. During his 2,530 missions as a dive bomber pilot, he destroyed 519 tanks, 800 vehicles, 70 landing craft, 150 artillery guns, 4 trains, a battleship, a cruiser, a destroyer and 70 landing craft and was shot down 30 times and wounded five times.

Rudel was one of only 27 military men to be awarded the Knight’s Cross with Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds, and the only one to be awarded the Knight's Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds. After being badly wounded, Rudel was taken to the hospital in Berlin, where he had an artificial limb fitted and then returned to his squadron. In the last days of the war, he commanded the oldest and the best-known close assault/support Stuka group - Schlachtgeschwader 2 Immelmann. He also volunteered to fly his Stuka into Berlin in May of 1945 to rescue Hitler from the Red Army.

Released by the Americans passive voice after the war, Rudel moved to Argentina in 1948 then returned to Germany in 1953. He became a successful businessman in post-war Germany and died in 1982, still a devout Nazi and avid Hitler supporter. Although he never married, according to official records or lack thereof, Hans knew otherwise. His father married a pure blood German immigrant while in Argentina. Hans was born in 1974 with the name Hans-Ulrich Rudel II, of which he was extremely proud.

Hans wanted to return to the fatherland when he was young, but it was not meant to be. He was raised at the villa until age sixteen and tutored by an army of the best academic minds that money could buy. His lessons were endless and imprinted on his mind like a brand and his backside even more often. By the time he enrolled in college in Englandcomma, and which college? he was so far ahead of his peers he challenged many of the academic tests and advanced correspondingly.

By the time Hans was twenty-six, he held a Ph.D. in History, and four Masters in Science, Math, Philology, and Literature. He also spoke fluent Spanish, German, English, Italian and a smattering of other languages. Hans learned his real destiny upon returning to the Villa ten years ago. It is with the is, you've got a tense shift here from past to present. a destiny he is proud to be part of. The past ten years had been demanding, both mentally and physically, so he returned to the Villa at least four times a year for several weeks’ rest and recuperation.

Hans’ greatest dream was to be a revered war hero like his father. The Argentine military did not suit his purpose. Any military he joined had to be the best, and the best today was the Americans or possibly the British. He loved Germany and was proud of his German heritagecomma but the German military of this day and age was nothing compared to the amazing Whermacht under the Führer. He came close to joining the American Armed Forces until Señor d’Amador discovered his plans. That was when he discovered his true destiny and everything changed.

As Hans topped a final hill comma the Villa was spread out before him. It was a The beautiful scene that was indelibly written in his memory. No matter where he went or how long he stayed, he loved his home here at the Villa. He loved the gorgeous mountain views, the gently rolling green hills, the crisp fresh air and especially the quiet solitude.

Despite what Señor d’Amador said about horses being his only vice, Hans did have a much worse and often deadly vice, his temper. When something irritated him, or sometimes for no particular reason, Hans could become incredibly vicious and hateful. He had already killed two men and one woman, one of the Argentine Gauchos who worked out on the pampas, a student in England, and a young barmaid in an English Pub.

The Gaucho had been caught passive voicewhipping one of his horses and Hans had taken tookthe whip from him and beat him to death with it. The English student had been interested in the same girl that Hans had been dating, so he quietly drowned him in the University swimming pool. The barmaid had accidentally died in the heat of sexual passion. Without realizing the extent of his physical power, Hans had broken her neck while making love to her. The Gaucho and English student had been easy to cover up, but it had taken a lot of money to cover the death of the barmaid, a lot of money combined with death threats to members of her family.

As Hans limped into the barn comma. Oh, why is he limping. Interesting trait you've given this character. I like it! his face was flustered. Walking over a kilometer in high heel riding boots had whetted his temper. “Ramon!” he bellowed. “Ramon. Where the hell are you, you lazy Schwanzlutscher.”

The farrier was not in the barn but in the smithy several building away. When he heard Hans Hans' ? bellowing comma he knew that something was wrong. He prayed that some of the Gauchos were within hailing distance, because he was deathly afraid of the German’s temper. As he left the smithy comma he signaled for two riders entering a different barn to accompany him.

“You could have broken his leg,” Hans yelled to the farrier as he entered the barn. Ramon nervously glanced back at the open door to assure himself that the two Gauchos were standing there, then quickly walked over and lifted the horses’ hoof. The shoe was loose but would easily have lasted for many more miles of riding. “I will fix Señor.”

“Damn right you’ll fix, you little s***. One more incident like this and I’ll see to it that you are replaced. There is no room for incompetence at my Villa.”

Hans seriously thought about taking his riding crop to the idiot farrier, but he had also noticed the two Gauchos standing in the door. The little scheissekopf was scared of him; scared enough to bring witnesses in case he was beaten. He didn’t realize that witnesses meant nothing to him Hans- clarify which him. If Hans wanted to beat the little prick, he would, regardless of witnesses. In fact, witnesses would be nice. They would get the message that if they screwed up they’d be next.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted passive voice by a call from just beyond the door. “Señor Hans.”

Señor d’Amador walked into view, his tux blinding white in the bright sun. He immediately understood the situation when the two Gauchos quietly dismissed themselves. Hans was nearing one of his temper tantrums again. The POV switch here was confusing. “We have visitors. Colonel Dorbec has returned. He has both items he was instructed to obtain.”

Hans smiled and walked away from the terrified Ramon. He joined Juan at the door and glanced towards the main house. Several barns away, Colonel Dorbec was escorting a young lady on a tour of the stables. She was absolutely beautiful, perhaps the most delightfully charming young woman Hans had ever seen. He was not prone to admiring? beauty in anything, except perhaps horses, but this girl took his breath away.

“Your future wife,” Señor d’Amador stated. bowed his head? “It will be a perfect German union. The son of Germany’s greatest war hero and the granddaughter of our beloved Fuhrer.”

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Chapter 33

May 6, 2012 – Near Mount Fitz Roy – Argentina



Daria was exhausted and felt as if she had been flying forever. She was continually hoping for rescue during the trip from Munich to some lonely island in the Atlantic Ocean. She hoped that Monday would somehow find out where she was taken and intercept her before the private jet took off from the island.

They flew across the Atlantic and landed at (Ezeiza) Ministro Pistarini International Airport in Buenos Aires. At least that was what the signs located around the airport read. They disembarked from the jet and quickly transferred to a propeller driven plane, which took flight immediately after she had beenpassive voice stuffed into a hard and smelly seat.

Several uncomfortable hours later they landed at a nondescript little airport in a town whose name she did not know and couldn’t even guess. Again, she was hastily passive voice ushered onto a helicopter that was setting on the tarmac with the rotors already spinning. And now, they were now about to land in the middle of nowhere.

Although Dorbec had been a gentleman throughout the lengthy and exhausting trip, eager to see to her needs and addressing her with a bright smile and annoying respect, she knew she was a captive and replied to him in clipped responses, if at all. The helicopter landed with a bellow of wind and the pilots immediately cut power to the engine.

Dorbec waited for the rotors to wind down and the swirling dust to subside before opening the door and stepping down to a well-manicured lawn. Daria brushed his proffered hand aside and gingerly climbed from the helicopter. The heat was cloying, with a sense of heavy humidity, completely unlike the crisp fresh air of the Germany she was accustomed to. There was a slight smell of gas fumes lingering from the helicopter. As she turned in the direction Dorbec pointed, she was surprised to see a huge and magnificent home, built in the Bavarian style of architecture. The place could easily cover an acre or more. There was also a scattering of outbuildings, some half the size of the house, all equally decorative and beautiful.

“Your villa,” Dorbec smiled. “This will be your home for a while.”

Again, Daria did not respond. A captive was still a captive, even if the surroundings were magnificent.

“You are free to go wherever you please,” Dorbec added. “I must remind you though, the closest villa is over a hundred kilometers away through very harsh and dangerous terrain in many areas.”

Daria turned to her left to follow a small blue stream meandering off towards some hills. Her breath caught in her chest at the incredibly beautiful scene before her.

“That is Mount Fitz Roy in the distance,” Dorbec smiled. “The Cerro and Laguna Torre is in the foreground. It is a beautiful scene, nous pas?”

Daria could not answer. The natural beauty of the towering mountains captivated her attention. The place reminded her of the Alps, but with a subtle majestic difference. It was a scene that belonged on canvas for the world to admire, although it would take a master artist to capture the grandeur and beauty. Finally, at Dorbec’s insistence, she turned and quietly followed him towards the villa.

Just as they neared the building, two massive ten-foot doors opened and a man dressed in an elegant white suit strode out followed closely by an entire retinue of women and men clad as maids, butlers comma and chefs. As the staff arranged themselves in a military style line, the man halted and removed his white hat and bowed.

“Welcome Fraulein Wolff,” he said in flawless German. “We are honored to have you as our guest. The staff is at you your complete disposal and I am here to assist in any thing you need.”

Daria could not believe the audacity of the man. Here she was, abducted and flown against her will halfway around the world, and the man acted as if she was her Royal Highness or some such. “A return trip to Germany would be nice,” she smiled at the staff. would she smile or snicker?

“Unfortunately, that is the one thing I cannot offer, period” the man shrugged. “I am Señor Juan Ramone Louis Felix d’Amador. I am the Director General of the Villa, you may call me Juan.”

The incongruity of the situation amused Daria. Whoever was behind this charade was at least making an attempt towards placating her. This Latin gentleman and grand villa was something out of a dream. She was too tired and dirty to take offense at the propriety of the man, so she bowed her head in rolled her eyes in submission.

The interior of the house was even more glamorous than the outside. Her trained eye spotted many priceless objets d’art, and a magnificent staircase, the size of a small bridge, led off the grand foyer to an open balcony overlooking an expansive sitting room. Decorative fountains and marble tile highlighted the luxury of the room along with Roman statues and Italian frescoes. It was also obvious that central heat and air was piped in through hidden openings.

“I will show you to your room so you can refresh yourself, period” Juan pointed to the sweeping stairs. “Evening meal will be served at nineteen hundred hours, so you have plenty of time for a soothing bath comma and if desired a complete massage. Senorita Consuela is at your disposal.”

She followed him up the grand staircase following Just used followed lustrous mahogany balusters to a room overlooking a small pool of goldfish on the atrium floor below. Juan opened the doors to an expansive suite of rooms. “Make yourself at home, period” he offered a gleaming white smile. “In the closets you will find a large selection of clothing in your size.” He bowed and slowly turned to leave. “By the way,” he stated as if he’d forgotten. “This was your mother’s room.”

The sudden knowledge startled Daria. She had never known her mother. She didn’t even possess childhood memories to shadow her thoughts. Oo! I like that line shadow her thoughts. Very well put! Daria slowly walked around the massive suite taking in the beauty and elegance of the décor. She felt like she was in a dream world. As she entered a setting room comma she noticed a portrait prominently displayed on one wall. The superbly done painting was of a young woman with wavy blond hair entwined with auburn highlights. Her eyes were sky blue and she had a pleasing pixie look to her casual Germanic features. Daria instantly knew she was looking at a painting of her mother.

The attendant Consuela standing behind her nodded her head as if reading Daria’s mind. “Frau Klara Wolff,” the girl whispered. “La hija de Hitler.”

“The daughter of Hitler,” Daria whispered. “My mother.” Her mind was racing. Too much was falling into place all of a sudden. One minute she was enjoying a common existence, concerned about work, worried about paying bills. The next she was engaged to the man she had secretly loved for years. Wait! It's been a while since I read, but when did Monday and Daria become engaged? Then the shocking revelation that she was not who she thought she was. The gold, the search, the abduction, now she was in a magnificent villa in a scrumptious suite staring at a painting of a mother she never knew she had. It was almost too much for her mind to digest.

Daria glided slowly down the wide stairs wearing an elegant white evening gown. She had spent the afternoon in a whirling Jacuzzi followed by a lingering hot bath. When she opened her closet to find something to wear for dinner, she was shocked by the size of the room. It was twice as large as her apartment and filled with hundreds of outfits, shoes and accessories. Everything she pulled from the shelves or off their hangers fit her perfectly. It was obvious that her visit to the villa had been planned and expected.

Both Dorbec and Juan met her at the bottom of the grand staircase. They were attired in perfectly tailored tuxedos. Daria expected Juan to be dapper, as his cultured Latin heritage demanded. However, Dorbec was strikingly handsome and possessed an unexpected and refined demeanor. Good twist. It makes Dorbec more dimensional

Instead of guiding her to the massive dining table in a side room large enough to hold a dance, they led her to a small comfortable table in a decorative alcove that was meant for no more than four or five diners. The table was professionally set with elaborate china and diffused candle lighting. A bottle of German Trockenbeerenauslese Cabinet wine was opened for breathing. The date on the bottle, 1937, surprised her. Daria was even more shocked at the emblem on the elegant china set before her. In the center of each the plates was a prominent Nazi Swastika.

Juan quickly noted her reaction to the dinner wear. While not repulsed, she did appear slightly uncomfortable. Point of view switch- we were seeing thia all from Daria's view point, then suddenly it switched to Juan. “This dinner service was brought here from Germany in 1945. It would please me if you consented to use it?”

Daria smiled at Dorbec as he pulled her chair out so she could be seated. “A gentleman and a rascal,” she noted. “Why, Senior d’Amador, would an ancient setting of dinner wear offend me?”

“Juan. Please call me Juan. Your grandfather left it here when he moved. It was his wish that it remain safe and useful.”

“So. It is true. Adolph Hitler did not die in Berlin in 1945?” Daria surmised.

“The Führer, your grandfather, came to Peninsula Valdez in a convoy of two submarines seventeen days after the fall of Berlin. He initially went to stay in the Huemules Valley in White Lake, near the Chilean border. This lasted a few years and his final move was here, near Mount Fitz Roy. He said this place reminded him so much of the Berghof near Berchtesgaden.”

“And from here he went to?”

“This you will soon know,” Juan evasively replied. “I have been requested to accommodate you here until you are called for.”

“Called for?” Daria canted her face towards Dorbec as if he would be the one to answer.

“Your journey in not over.” Juan signaled for the chef to come to the table. “But alas, I am not at liberty to provide you with your final destination. We will thoroughly enjoy your company as long as you are our guest here.”

Daria turned to Dorbec and took a sip of her wine. “What grand role do you play in this cloak and dagger operation?”

“My men and I are strictly here for your protection Mademoiselle. There are those who would not benefit from you not reaching your final destination.”

Daria grinned. “Meaning there are others out to get me?”

Dorbec gave her a huge smile and tipped his glass in a toast. “Au futur.”

Juan added his glass to the toast. “Yes, to the future.”

What future? Daria thought. Can there be a future for the granddaughter of Adolph Hitler?


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Chapter 32

May 3, 2012 – Resort Hotel Jodquellenhof Alpamare - Bad Tölz



“We have tickets from Munich to Buenos Aires with a local hop to San Carlos de Bariloche in the morning,” Chester threw the reservations down on the food stained coffee table. He silently rubbed the back of his sore neck before continuing. “The rest of the Team will meet us at the airport in San Carlos.”

Monday glanced at him with a raised eyebrow, a sign that he was waiting for the rest of the report. He's willing to go to another continent when he doesn't know for sure where Daria is? Has he concluded that she'd be with Dorbec and he was going to follow the next clue? Maybe you already have this and I don't remember.

Chester nodded in reply. “I gave them the background on what happened at Gaißach and told them to be on the lookout for Dorbec. The other men they spotted are either working with Dorbec or they are part of Szekler’s goon platoon. I also advised them to secure the jewel in a safe place, with the suggestion that they copy the documents and stash the originals with the jewel.”

“It’s obvious with the finding of this second jewel, that the jewels are the most important part of Dorbec and Szekler’s mission,” Dom reiterated. “They must be the key to something extremely important.”

“If the Nazi’s hid these jewels, and it’s apparent they did, why haven’t they recovered them before now if they’re so damn important?” Chester questioned.

Dom answered. “The clues to their locations was unknown until Daria opened her grandmother’s casket. It is also obvious that the person who originally hid them died before they were able to pass the information on. The finding of those documents by Daria passive voice was the trigger.”

“What kind of assets do we have in Argentina?” Monday turned to Chester. “We can’t travel on a commercial flight with our weapons and we’re going to need firepower where we’re headed.”

Chester shrugged. “I contacted friends at the US Special Operations Command and the closest available assets are some drug interdiction units in Bogota, Colombia. We do have some friends in the GOE, the Grupo de Operaciones Especiales. If you remember, we taught a lot of their men at Fort Bragg and in Panama at the Jungle Operations Training Center. Colonel Manuel Estaban said he could supply us with special documentation to carry arms and some MP5’s, Walter PPK’s and possibly some HK-79’s. He has a man meeting us at the airport in Buenos Aires. It’ll be up to Chewey and the rest of the Team to supply us with what else we may need.”

“Good old Stubby,” Monday mumbled. " I remember him when he was a green lieutenant. Never thought he’d make captain, much less colonel.”

“Estaban does have a strange sense of personal values,” Chester agreed. “But he was damn good at brown nosing. Had his nose so far up his general’s ass he couldn’t breathe. Quite a bit like our army in many respects, period it’s not what you know,; it’s who you know.”

“Yeah, or who you blow!” Bones bellowed.

A sudden knock at the door caused everyone glanced at each other with quizzical looks. Scout walked over to the door.

“Excuse me,” Brother Cencio Contadino said, as the door was opened. “I’m looking for Doctor Prestano.”

The look on Dom’s face was abject surprise as the young seminarian quietly strolled into the room. He {c:blue{ who is doing the glancing. That's not quite clear.glanced at Monday then around the room to see what reaction the others had to this unexpected visitor. Satisfied that curiosity was the dominant mood, he stood to introduce the man.

“What brings you here Cencio? Cencio is a member of the Teutonic Knights and under my tutelage as a graduate student in Roman pre- empire history, period” Dom nervously tried to hide the guilt he barely held in check.

“I am also a member of the, Corpo della Gendarmeria dello Stato della Città del Vaticano, Gendarme Corps of Vatican City State,” Cencio lied. “Doctor Prestano has not been made privy to my Vatican connections.”

“And your reason for being here is academic or police related?” Monday suspiciously inquired narrowed his eyes at the newcomer.

“Doctor Prestano is a valued friend of the Vatican community,” Cencio said in his clipped Oxford English. “We have received threats against his life and I was assigned to protect him. My cover story is that I am a seminarian. That I am a Teutonic Knight is also true, I belong to that order. Doctor Prestano was not to be appraised of my true mission.”

“And why make him aware of it now?” questioned Monday.

Cencio’s smile unveiled a piece of ripe olive stuck between his teeth. “While maintaining my duties to protect the good Doctor, and being an astute investigator myself, I have learned a considerable amount concerning your activities. Unusual activities I must state. I also possess some information which may be of interest to you.”

“What information?” Monday quickly demanded.

Cencio smiled again, the piece of olive still clinging in place. great visual image! “A private jet, a Dassault Falcon to be exact, left Munich International Airport several days ago on a flight plan to the Azores with a subsequent path to Buenos Aires. Two passengers were aboard that jet, a Jean DuBoise, and his wife Jeannette DuBoise.” Cencio paused to remove a photo from his pocket and hand it to Monday. The photo was of Daria and Dorbec. “As you can see, the names have changed but the faces are the same,” Cencio elaborated. “In addition, a C-130 cargo plane left Zurich International Airport the same day with a cargo of men and equipment. Their flight plan was to the same destination.”

Monday sat down heavily into his chair still absorbed with the photo. He ran his fingers through his hair and then passed it to Henri. “What do you want with us?”

“My mission,” Cencio replied. “Is to protect Doctor Prestano. I understand that he will continue on with you in the second phase of your search. My duties dictate that I accompany him.”

“How in hell do you know about our search?” Chester cut in.

“I have excellent resourcescomma and I am very inquisitive,” Cencio gave Chester his biggest smile. “It is also my responsibility to avail myself of the background on the people with whom my charge associates.”

“What kind of resources?” Henri asked.

Cencio looked at Dom before he finally replied. “The best.”

“Sit down and have some wine,” Monday ordered, pointing to an empty space across from Dom. “Then tell me the true story. No non Vatican member is so important to the Church that they would assign a body guard to protect him, unless that man knew something special or was hiding something the church wanted returned.”

“Your perception is accurate,” Cencio replied, accepting accepted a glass of wine from a nervous Dom. “When we discovered that Fraulein Wolff was the granddaughter of Adolph Hitler and that you were searching for something special, it became necessary for the church to intervene.”

“How did you know Daria was the granddaughter of Hitler and why this need for Church intervention?” Monday demanded.

“Cencio took a sip of wine before answering. “As I stated, I have excellent resources. You could not possibly hide your search from everyone. As you are aware, too many people knew about it. People talk. Money makes people talk. Threats make people talk. People talk for various reasons, especially in the confessional.”

“And the Church’s reason for intervention?”

“You must allow me to accompany you on your quest before I can reveal that information,” Cencio stated. “It is rather delicate in nature.”

Monday glanced around the room to see the reaction of his Team and Henri. His eyes finally fell on Dom. Dom nodded his agreement to the terms. If this man had the connections he claimed to have he would be a valuable asset to have around. “Continue,” he which he? monday? finally replied.

“It appears that Hitler made a secret agreement with Pope Pius XII, that should Hitler be victorious; Hitler would restore the Papal States to the Pope,” Cencio stated. “Should that information be found among the many documents you are uncovering, it would be very embarrassing for the Church. I must have your assurances that such documentation will be delivered into my hands for disposition.”

“And why should we agree to that?” Chester growled.

“You may not be aware of it but you are up against formidable opposition,” Cencio emphatically stated. “Colonel Dorbec and his men are, what do you Americans say, ‘small potatoes’ compared to the resources of the men you will have to overcome in order to get Fraulein Wolff back. I have the promise of the Church that we will be supplied with whatever we need, manpower or materials, in order to accomplish my mission.”

“Who are these people you consider so powerful?” Henri asked, a skeptical look on his face.

“They are known as, The SS Brotherhood of the Bell, Cencio answered. “Their organization was not captured or destroyed at the end of World War II, and they have since grown extremely powerful.”

Henri picked up his beer and drained the mug. His expression told Monday that this priest or detective or whatever he was, was telling the truth.

“You may join us,” Monday stated. “We need to know all that you know about this Brotherhood of the Bell?”

Before Cencio could answer, The Geek entered the room with a lap top computer. “We have the documents from Chewey,” he stated, cutting into the conversation. “They’re handwritten in German so you’re gonna have to read them Cowboy.’

Ten minutes later Monday turned to The Geek. “See if you can get my brother on the phone?” He poured himself a full glass wine and downed it in a single gulp, then filled the glass again. He handed the documents to Henri then paced around the room until the connection was made.

“Huck.” Monday blurted.

“Hello big brother,” Huckleberry Stiehl answered.

“Can you scramble this call?” Monday demanded before Huck could say another word.

“It’s an open line but we can play with it and route it so that it would take special equipment to understand anything that is said.”

“Do it!” Monday demanded.

After the line was scrambled, Monday talked with Huck for several long minutes. He finally plucked the documents from Henri’s hand and quickly read a few passages, translating them for Huck’s sake. Huck told him to stop talking, then put him on hold while he made several other calls. Monday finally received the answer he wanted.

“You’re going to have to come home get your answers,’" Huck stated. “You worked enough ops with the CIA to know that certain things cannot be done long distance. I’ll get the special clearance you need from Langley.”

“I still have my top secret clearance,” Monday interjected.

“Not for this level you don’t,” Huck returned. “I don’t know how you obtained the information you have, but I do know that only the Director can release the information you need.”

“I’ll fly out in the morning,” Monday replied.

“I’ll have a man meet you at Dulles,” Huck stated suggested. “He’s a Special Agent with access to the area you need to visit. I’ll have him contact the Airforce and arrange for a Blackbird to get you to Los Alamos, New Mexico. His name is Larry Lofton. You probably worked with him before, he was an infantry grunt in the Army same time you were in.”

“I’ll have to join you in Argentina.” Monday closed the connection and addressed the men in the room.

“You going to see Huck at Langley?” Chester asked.

”I’m meeting Huck in Los Alamos, New Mexico,” Monday answered.
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“What in hell is all this about?” Dom demanded. He and Cencio were in Dom’s stateroom after leaving the others, who were still discussing the incredible information written in the German documents.. Dom was tired, still nervous, and felt like tearing the young priest apart with his bare hands. The wine he had consumed felt sour on his stomach, something that rarely happened.

“The mission has not changed,” Cencio smiled, the annoying piece of olive still decorating his teeth. “But, there has been a change.”

Dom looked suspiciously at him. “And what might that change be?”

“There are to be no witnesses left after we recover the jewels,” Cencio replied, a sudden look of malicious eagerness on his face. “No witnesses!”

The game had suddenly changed for Dom. Changed from a game… to a nightmare.

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Chapter 31

May 3, 2012 – Resort Hotel Jodquellenhof Alpamare - Bad Tölz



Monday was furiously Monday paced pacing the floor of the hotel room like a caged lion. It had been five days had passed since Daria's kidnapping, had been kidnapped and they there were no leads to follow. The tension was draining drained his strength day by day.

Henri hadfinally organized his resources and gotten the SGS9, Special Operations Section back on line. The Bundespolizei had been briefed on Dorbec’s activity and information started coming in. Interpol advised them that the missile landed near the small town of Ampass, Austria, which was about twenty miles west of Insbruck. Villagers reported seeing a missile streak over and a parachute suddenly descend into a farmer’s field. An unmarked van stopped along the road, two men retrieved what was in the cone of the missile, then rapidly disappeared into traffic. They could have headed for Zurick, Switzerland around one hundred miles west, gone south towards Trento, Italy, or even headed back east. There was no effective way to trace them.

The Bundespolizei looked for the sedans. Each of the sedans was found abandoned. Villagers along the routes who saw any of the vehicles all swore that each held a young blond girl woman? Girl makes her sound really young. in the back seat along with a shadowy looking figure. Dorbec covered all his bets and placed a young girl in each sedan.

As for the helicopters, two had landed at an airstrip near Munich, one at an airstrip in Salsburg, and one in a factory parking area in Insbruck, Austria. The large truck with the Russian missile launcher was previously stolen from a Serbian military base a week earlier. It was left at Gaissach by the abductors. passive voice

Permission was granted who granted permission? passive voice. to excavate the gold at Flint Kaserne, and just the evening before it had been found passive voiceexactly where the note said it would be. The gold was being removed and a bank account set up to deposit the seven percent under a numbered account accessible only to those with the proper code. The SS Honour Rings, or Totenkopfring, were taken to the Ministry of Cultural Antiquities to determine their value and eventual disposition.

They were now Monday and the men were in their second hour of debate over which direction to take. Dom finally asked the question that Monday had been dreading dreaded.

“We must decide if we honestly believe in the veracity of Fraulein Wolff’s background?” Dom stated, glancing glanced uneasily at Monday. Receiving a curious but hostile glare, he continued. “Based on these documents, which cannot be verified for either authenticity or accuracy, she is the granddaughter of Adolph Hitler. History notes that Hitler and Eva committed suicide in his bunker complex on April 30, 1945. If we believe in history as written, then Fraulein Wolff is the victim of a vicious and unorthodox charade. If however, we believe in these documents, then history, as recorded, is inaccurate.”

“The gold proved to be real,” Monday replied. how does he say this? What are his mannerisms, inflection, expression? “Paula Hitler had nothing to gain by fabricating a fairy tale about Hitler surviving. She lived, or barely survived until her death, then was buried in obscurity. German legal documents indicate that Daria was the granddaughter of Paula Hitler, documents established at her birth. Daria is completely innocent of any cover-up. She was shocked and profoundly dismayed to learn the truth of her ancestry.”

“Someone could have slipped the forged papers into Paula Hitler’s dress,” Henri insisted. “But it makes little sense to do so. If someone knew the location of twenty tons of pure gold I doubt they would bury the secret with a body that was never expected to be exhumed.”

"There’s much more to this than the gold,” Chester added. “Dorbec and his men are mercenaries. The overriding goal of all mercenaries is wealth. We know he and his team was were? well paid for the job they performed, but that job did not entail the recovery of vast wealth. They left the gold. His mission was focused on one obvious thing, that strange jewel you spoke about.”

“True,” Monday expanded. sighed? shrugged? “Someone wants that jewel comma and they are willing to obtain it by any possible means. The jewel is the key.”

“Assuming the documents are true and Daria is the granddaughter of Adolph Hitler, how is that even possible?” Chester asked. “He is dead isn’t he?”

“History is a very fluid environment,” Dom reached for his wine bottle. “It changes every day. New finds are made, old assumptions are proven false, new documents are discovered, the ability of science to verify authenticity has vastly improved through DNA and other sources, and so on. History is like a child playing with toy blocks. Sometimes they put the wrong piece in place only to discover later on that a better piece belongs in that spot, so they change it.”

“You know a lot about Hitler don’t you, Henri?” asked Monday. “I admit that the Nazi era is not exactly my area of expertise.”

“I’ll cover the accepted historical facts first,” Henri stated, leaning leaned back in his chair and relaxing relaxed. “Hitler took up residence in the Fuhrerbunker on 16 January 1945 where he presided over a rapidly disintegrating Third Reich. After midnight on 29 April, Hitler married Eva Braun in a small civil ceremony in a map room within the bunker complex.”

“Around 2:30 PM, I’ll stick with your American AM and PM, April 30, Hitler and Eva went into his personal study. Some witnesses later reported hearing a loud gunshot at around 3:30 PM. After waiting a few minutes, Hitler's valet, Heinz Linge with Bormann your audience might not know who Bormann is at his side, opened the door to the small study and found Hitler and Eva’s bodies. They had committed suicide with poison and Hitler had shot himself in the temple.”

“Several witnesses reported that the two bodies were carried up to ground level and through the bunker's emergency exit to a small, bombed-out garden behind the Chancellery, where they were doused with gas and set afire by members of Hitler's personal SS bodyguard period- otherwise it is a run-on sentence. and Sometime after 6:00 P.M., the remains were later covered up in a shallow bomb crater after 6:00 PM.”

“Red Army troops began storming stormed the Chancellery at approximately 11:00 PM, about 7 hours and 30 minutes after Hitler's alleged death. On 2 May 1945, the remains of Hitler, Eva and two dogs were discovered in a shell crater. This that? is the accepted history of Hitler’s death.”

“What have we learned since then that disputes any of this historical evidence?” Chester asked.

“Off the top of my head I would say quite a bit,” Henri replied. “Although comma most of Germany does not want to open this Pandora’s box. The autopsy, which was authorized by Stalin in 1945, recorded both gunshot damages to Hitler's skull and glass shards in his jaw. Stalin was wary about believing his old nemesis was dead. When President Truman asked Joseph Stalin at the Potsdam conference in 1945 whether or not Hitler was dead, Stalin replied bluntly, “No.”

“In 2009, analysis of the DNA and bone structure of a skull fragment retained by the Soviets, and originally said to be Hitler’s, proved it actually belonged to a woman between the ages of 20 and 40.

In 1952, Dwight D. Eisenhower said: "We have been unable to unearth one bit of tangible evidence of Hitler's death.”

Stalin's top army officer, Marshall Gregory Zhukov, whose troops were the ones to occupy Berlin, flatly stated after a long thorough investigation in 1945, "We have found no corpse that could be Hitler's."

“The chief of the U.S. trial counsel at Nuremberg, Thomas J. Dodd, said: "No one can say he is dead." Major General Floyd Parks, who was Commanding General of the U.S. sector in Berlin, stated for publication that he had been present when Marshall Zhukov described his entrance to Berlin, and Zhukov stated he believed Hitler might have escaped. Former Secretary of State Jimmy Byrnes in his book "Frankly Speaking" stated that while in Potsdam at the Conference of the Big Four, “Stalin left his chair, came over and clinked his liquor glass with mine in a very friendly manner.” I said to him: 'Marshal Stalin, what is your theory about the death of Hitler?' Stalin replied: "He is not dead. He escaped either to Spain or Argentina.'"

“Hitler and Eva were allegedly spotted at Templehof Airfield by a group of Nazi soldiers, passive voice hours after the alleged suicide. It was recorded that on April 30th, 1945, Flight Captain Peter Baumgart took Adolf Hitler, his wife Eva Braun, as well as a few loyal friends by plane from Tempelhof Airport to Tondern in Denmark (still German controlled). From Tondern, they took another plane to Kristiansund in Norway (also German controlled). From there they joined a submarine convoy.”

“Admiral Doenitz told a graduating class of naval cadets in Kiel in 1944: “The German U-boat fleet is proud to have made an earthly paradise, an impregnable fortress for the Fuhrer, somewhere in the world.”

“An American war correspondent in Berlin, one Joseph W. Grigg, announced on May 8, 1945, that Hitler’s body had been found. But on May 10 the same Grigg reported that a further four bodies, “blackened and charred,” that seem to answer to Hitler’s general appearance,” were drug out of the ruins of the Reichschancellery. Within another five days, Grigg reported that the number of possible Hitler corpses had risen to six, forcing Grigg to admit that the Soviets were beginning to despair of making any definite identification of a body, and thus to have any definite or conclusive evidence of the fact that Adolf Hitler had indeed died.”

“Hitler ordered Hannah Reitsch to the Fuhrerbunker just before his alleged death. Why would Hitler, who was anxious for everyone else to leave Berlin, want someone to come to him? The official story fails to justify Greim and Reitsch’s extremely dangerous flight. It also does not explain why the pair’s flight from the Luftwaffe airbase at Rechlin near Berlin to Gatow airport on Berlin’s periphery, was accompanied by an escort of 30-40 fighter jets, in other words, almost the entire existing Luftwaffe. These are not conspiracy theorist ideas but recorded facts. I could go on and on with other odd facts but you get the drift by now I think.”

It's not clear who is reciting these facts. It is all important background information. You could break it up a bit more with the characters moving about. I doubt they would sit perfectly still and listen. Does someone take notes? Do they nod or shake their heads, wrinkle a brow. I doubt, in his state of mind, Monday would be sitting still. Remind us that he is still pacing. Is his pacing making the others nervous?

“History wants Hitler dead,” Dom cut in. “By now he undoubtedly is… possibly dead of old age instead of suicide. The question is, can we afford to go on the assumption that Hitler escaped, and based on that assumption, that he fathered a daughter who in turn gave birth to Daria?”

“I commafor one don’t know exactly what to believe,” Monday stated. threw up his hands in frustration? “I do know that Daria has been kidnapped for some reason and I intend to find her, whatever it takes. Each of you are very wealthy men now and you do not have to risk the additional danger my search may entail.”

“We’re behind you Monday,” Chester stated. rose from his seat? (The body language would suggest solidarity.) “It’s a ‘Team’ thing!”

“Wouldn’t miss it for anything,” Henri chimed in. “Like I said, I have holiday coming to me.”

“You know very well I will accompany you my friend,” Dom stated, casually looking ed up at Monday. He passed glasses all around and filled each with expensive wine. Standing, Dom raised his glass in a toast. “To Daria,” he said. *Paragraph*“To Daria,” the rest echoed, draining their glasses.

“Do they wear sombreros in Argentina?” Henri asked.

“Do they wear sombreros in Argentina?” Henri asked. repeat

At that moment Monday’s cell phone surprised him with a vibrating beep. Show us he is surprised. Does the noise make him jump?He slowly switch he and slowly removed it from his jacket pocket and looked at it as if were a deadly animal. Monday could think of only two reasons the phone could be ringing, either the police had information on Daria’s whereabouts, or Dorbec was calling to gloat over his success. He quietly spoke into the phone, listened for a few minutes, then slowly closed it. “That was Chewey. They managed to get into the cemetery and uncover Reitsch’s grave. There was no body, but they found another jewel similar to the one Dorbec stole.”

They looked at him in surprise. wide eyed? Dom was the first to speak. His tone of voice nervous and whispery.

“Another jewel?

“Not only that, they found a lengthy message written in German. Chewey used the internet to translate what he could, but it was rather choppy. Most of it was about a German U-Boat, the U-234, and a strange story about its material and passenger cargo. He’s going to scan the documents and e-mail? send them to a phone. Some phones can get attachments.send them to us over the internet.”




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Chapter 30 April 28, 2012 – Gaißach



Monday signaled to Chester to prepare for the unexpectedcomma then nodded to Henri, who pointed towards the SGS9, Special Operations commander. The SEK commander acknowledged his signal and spread his men out among the headstones on the south side of the cemetery.

“There are four vehicles, make that five vehicles, heading up the road towards us,” Scout said over the radio. “Two coming in from the left and three coming in from the right. One of them appears to be a large truck.” Monday took a quick glance at both roads leading up to the small village and spotted the vehicles as they drew nearer. Henri was on the same radio frequency and also heard Scout’s warning.

As he watched, three paragliders landed just outside the wall of the cemetery to the south, and four more landed to the rightcomma less than ten meters from the road.

“I can’t understand why Dorbec would simply bull his way into our operation,” Monday muttered into the mike. “Do you see or hear any diversions in the direction of Bad Tolz, Scout?”

“None boss,” came the curt reply. “No activity 360.”

Monday spotted Dorbec as soon as he hit the quick releases on his glider harness. The man had the arrogance to stand and offer a hand salute. He also had a huge grin on his ruggedly handsome face. Dorbec shucked good verb his parachute harness, picked up his equipment bag from the ground, and removed several unidentifiable items. He signaled to his men, who immediately jogged towards the cemetery. comma Each was equipped with a new Heckler and Koch MP7. One man had carried the latest version of the Special Operations Forces Combat Assault Rifle (SCAR) 5.56 mm with enhanced grenade launcher. Monday was envious, these weapons were not even general issue items yet.

Dorbec took his time and casually strolled up to where Daria and Monday stood. They could now see that he held a bottle of wine and loaf of French bread. The label on the wine bottle was Cheval Blanc an expensive Saint Emilion brand. “You didn’t invite me for breakfast, mes amis,” Dorbec stated, holdingheld up the bottle of wine. “I’m not too disappointed though. Actually I didn’t expect a warm welcome. However, being the gentleman that I am I brought enough good French wine and bread to share with you.” He pulled several glasses from his baggy side pockets and offered one to Daria, Dom and Monday. He then switch he and then opened the wine and poured a sip into his glass. With an exaggerated swishing of approval comma he downed the sip then proffered the bottle to Monday.

Monday hesitantly switch Monday and hesitantly lifted his glass to be filled, followed by the other two. Dom was lookinglooked at the wine with a hint of eagerness on his face. “Salut,” Monday stated, taking tooka sip of the excellent What's another adjective that could describe the wine? wine. “You do know the German authorities have been notified of the activity here?” he asked, cockingcocked an eye at Dorbec. “Any gold found will go to the government, and by virtue of the fact that we notified the proper authorities, we will be awarded the seven percent finders fee.”

“You know I am not a stupid man,period” Dorbec replied, tearingtore off a piece of crusty bread and tossing it into his mouth. “The gold is not important. Thiscomma I am certain commayou already deduced from our earlier conversation. It is also unlikely that twenty tons of gold is buried beneath the casket of poor Sergeant Jager, nes pas?” He offered the bread to Monday who refused.

“Then why this unnecessary display of military theatrics?” Monday asked. “What do you hope to gain from it?”

Dorbec finished his piece of bread and washed it down with more wine. “No Special Forces man wants to ride or walk into combat like a grunt,period” he said with a smile grinned displaying his pearly white teeth. “We’ve got to soar in like an eagle.” He casually glanced around then at Dom and Daria. “That is what I want,” he continued, pointing at the box held tightly in Dom’s hand.*Paragraph* Dom pulled the box closer to him as if to protect it and looked pleadingly at Monday. No new paragraph

Monday glanced at the church roof.“As I told you before, no deal,periodMonday said, glancing at the church roof.

Dorbec noticed his quick glance then with a big smile said, “Tell your man on the church roof to come down. If he will look to his right he will see what appears to be a stack of shingles placed there for roof repairs. I can assure you there is enough plastic explosives within that bundle to remove the entire church roof. I also have a counter sniper on top of that large truck you see about a hundred meters down the road.”

“Off the roof,” Monday ordered Scout. He knew that Dorbec was not a man to make idle threats.

“While you’re at it, I believe you have two men hidden beneath imitation grass mats over by the church,” Dorbec smiled. “Also another man dressed in Lederhosen pretending to be a villager in the crowd. Have them join you.”

“How in hell did he know this?” Monday thought, signaling for the rest of his team to join him. Something did not add up. Dorbec knew every move he had staged, as if he had inside information. Monday glanced over at Henri who shrugged in disbelief.

“You will now give me what I came for,” Dorbec ordered, pointing at the small box. “I do not wish to harm anyone. Life is too valuable to waste.”

Monday nodded his head at Henri who signaled the commander of the SEK Team. When the commander did not respond, Dorbec answered for him. “You can bring your men out now Adler!” he yelled, turning towards a subordinate. “Please signal the vehicles to join us and have several men clear the villagers back. Wouldn’t want anyone to get injured by accident.”

The SEK commander signaled for his men to join Dorbec’s, then walked up to where they stood. “Excellent work Johan,” Dorbec stated, pattingpatted the man on the back. “You have met Commander Johan Adler,” Dorbec said, introducing the man to Monday. “Actuallycomma Johan does not work for SGS9, he works for me. The true SGS commander and his men you will find tied up in a small farmhouse. The address is on that bag which held the excellent French bread. Please see to their safety after we have gone. Now, the box please.”

Monday felt disgusted at how easy Dorbec had turned the table on him. Show us. Does hi stomach churn, his face feel hot?The man was one clever bastard for certain. He gave Dom a sour look and nodded for him to turn the box over to Dorbec. Dom looked as if he was going to attempt to run with the box but realized the futility of that action. He reluctantly passed it over.

“You had everything covered,” Dorbec said with a smile of professional courtesy. “But, you had one Achilles Heel and that was SGS9. It was ridiculously easy for my men to intercept them while they were in route here. Few men, even professional soldiers, worry about tight security while in transit to their areas of operation. Especially when they are approached by someone they recognize as a fellow Special Operations Team member.incomplete sentence We know enough of their internal protocols to cover ourselves for several hours. As for the local police, you know they are no match for people of our caliber.”

“Take your damn box and go,” Monday stated. spoke through gritted teeth? “If it’s important enough to give up twenty tons of gold it must be something special. Damned if I care.”

Dorbec handed the heavy little box to the man named Adler. “See to it that it is dispatched immediately,” he ordered, sending Adler off in a rush to do his bidding. “Now comes the unpleasant part of my duty,” Dorbec continued, giving Monday a somber look. “Madamoiselle Wolff will you please come with me?” He demanded.

Daria shrunk against Monday and squeezed his hand tightly. She looked at Dorbec with sudden fear.

“No way!” Monday blurted, grasping her tighter.

“Yes way,” Dorbec returned raised his eyebrow?. “You can make it easy or make it difficult… I would go with a comma here Captain Stiehl. If you chose the difficult way, I cannot guarantee her safety. I assure you she is not to be harmed. I will follow my orders to the letter though.”

Monday was caught in a fog of indecision. There was no way he could prevent Dorbec from doing exactly what he wanted, but the terrified look on Daria’s face was heartbreaking. He felt useless. He had failed her. He looked at the faces of his team members. They stood in silent anger. Doctor Prestano was still mesmerized, his eyes following Adler as he headed for the huge truck. Henri nodded his head in agreement.

“I’ll follow you,” Monday angrily stated growled?.

“This I know,” Dorbec replied. laughed “If you are the man I believe you to be, you will follow me to hell to get her back. But, I have my mission and I will not make it easy for you.”

Monday slowly switch Monday and slowly let go of Daria’s hand and bent down to kiss her. “We’ll find you,” he whispered, as he held her tight.*Paragraph* She looked at him with tears in her eyes. “I know you will,” she replied. “I love you.”

“You will be covered My men will cover you? until we are safely from the area,” Dorbec stated, takingtook Daria by the arm and turningturned to leave. “I pray you do not do something stupid.” He then walked off at a brisk pace heading towards the main road.

Monday could see that the sniper posted on top of the huge truck still had them covered. He also noticed several other men posted in strategic positions with their MP7’s held ready. Monday watched as the four sedans, similar in color and make, pulled up near each other on the road. Dorbec placed Daria in one of the sedans then walked over to the large truck to talk with the man named Adler.

Several commandos began removing removeda large canvas on the back of the truck. As the canvas slid to the ground revealing a good-sized missile was revealed.

“A V-750VM Russian missile,” Henri stated, as they watched the men turn on equipment to operate the missile. “These missiles are guided using radio control signals from those guidance computers in the truck,” he continued. “ extra space The missile typically mounts a 195 kg fragmentation warhead. It’s accurate to about 75 meters and has a range of about thirty miles, more depending on type. Some versions have two stages and can carry a payload which can be dropped by parachute.”

They watched as the small box was placed passive voice into a protective container and placed inside a special compartment in the warhead of the missile.

“They’re going to launch the box inside the missile,” Chester stated. “With a range of thirty plus miles you know they’re going to have someone at the other end retrieve the box and be long gone before the authorities can even figure out where it came down.”

“Smart,” Monday muttered. “Very smart. Is there nothing Dorbec hasn’t thought of?”

A few moments later commathey stared upward as the missile launched and rapidly disappeared from view. The men quickly ran for the sedans waiting for them, signaling for those guarding Monday and his friends to join them. Dorbec strolled over to the sedan he had placed Daria in, then turned and saluted Monday. A wide smile covered his rugged face. He got into the back seat of the sedan and all four vehicles sped off in two different directions. Monday knew that once they hit the main roads, each sedan would divert to a separate route.

As they watched, four small helicopters zoomed over the village, halted a few seconds, then flew off in the direction of the sedans.

“He’s telling us that Daria may be placed in one of the helicopters for a fast escape,” Henri stated squinted in the sunlight?. “We won’t know which one commaand right now we don’t have the assets to follow any of them.”

“Covered his tracks,” Chester stated shook his head. “By the time we organize official pursuit, they’ll be out of the country, or so well hidden we’ll never find them.”

“So it seems,” Monday replied muttered?. “So it seems.”

Good action in this chapter.

Ms. J

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