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“Gr- reetings.” s***! I cursed my own nervous voice, the stuttering that spread that gloating grin on his malevolent face.*Paragraph* My eyes squeezed shut against the sight, so that I never saw the punch that knocked me to the moist ground.

creating a new choice for the children of the village. comma All ideals I had held for years.

The ceremonial words brought a flood of memory.*Paragraph* Only then, I was known as Riley.

You have done a wonderful job with description, especially the first chapter. I quite liked this piece and would like to see it expanded. I was left with many questions. This could easily be turned into a large project.

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Part 23

April 26, 2012 – Resort Hotel Jodquellenhof Alpamare - Bad Tölz



*Cut*“What’s the score?” Monday asked, glancing at Weps and Scout. “Did we draw Schäfer’s goons out?” *Cut*They were once again back in their hotel room, Monday and Daria having returned to their hotel room shortly after they finished lunch. Scout was engrossed in devouring a pastry as fast as he could.*Paste*

“We spotted the one that Henri identified as Dieter Fleischer,” Weps replied. “He was strolling across the bridge about the same time as you and Daria comma and he sat in a café across the street from where you had lunch.”

“There’s a good chance another of Schäfer’s gang was also there,” Scout cut in, handing a pastry smeared camera to Monday. “This fat guy was spotted in two separate locations and he didn’t look like a simple tourist or businessman. He spent too much time glancing at you comma and I’m positive he was watching Fleischer.”

Monday took the camera and looked at the image. “I’ve seen this man somewhere else,periodhe stated, his eyebrows scrunched up in thought. “He’s an academic of some sort but I just can’t place him.”

“Perhaps Doctor Prestano can identify him, period” Daria stated, taking took the camera from Monday. “His features appear Slavic or Hungarian, not German.”

Just as she started to make another remark a sudden knock came at the door. Weps got up and strolled towards the door while Scout quickly ran to hide in the bathroom. Why would Scout head for the bathroom.

Dom strolled in casting a Cheshire smile at Weps. Behind him was his man Gunter carrying a briefcase and bottle of wine. “Don’t look so surprised, period” Dom remarked, signaling signaledfor Gunter to open the wine. “It is after lunch isn’t it?” No one accepted his offer of wine so Dom poured himself a generous glass. “This would run you about 75 dollars per glass at a fine café,” He remarked, holding up the ruby colored liquid.

“How did you make out?” Monday asked as Scout quietly strolled from the bathroom. He waited as Dom took his time to enjoy the gourmet drink before answering.

“On the surface it appears to be just another wine shop,” Dom stated. “The history of the place seems to coincide with what we have learned thus far. The owners have not been running the place since the war, which have has something to do with the death of the final heir during that the war. A father and son, Krupke by name, have been in control since the 1930’s. He did mention there was an extensive wine cellar so my guess is that is the best place to search.”

“Would he be cooperative if we ask to look in the cellar, ?” Monday asked. “We’ll have to give him a good cover story or offer to pay him for his services.”

“I just spent over two thousand dollars in his shop, that ought to buy us a little cooperation.”

“The Team spotted another potential member of Schäfer’s team,” Monday continued, handing the camera to Dom. “I’ve seen him somewhere but I can’t remember where or when.”

Dom adjusted the camera and studied the picture for a few moments. A sudden smile lit his face. “This is Doctor Vlad Szekler,” he finally stated. “A very prominent historian. I believe he makes his home in Budapest. He is well known for his research into National Socialism and fascism.”

“I remember him now,” Monday cut in. “A very odd and cold looking man. He reminded me more of a pawn shop dealer than academic. We met one summer during a conference on the Nazi secrets of Peenemunde, the place where they had the V-1 flying bomb and other secrets. He talked as if he had been assigned to the base comma although he’s far too young. His knowledge was incredible.”

“A brilliant man,” Dom replied agreed. “Never underestimate him. His mind is like a computer. He’s also known to have dealings with many unsavory collectors and blacklisted curators. He’s just the kind of man that Schäfer would use as a team expert.”

“The opposition grows,” Daria remarked. “This is turning into a virtual circus. Gangsters, Nazi lovers, CIA, British Intelligence, Special Forces and my own Indiana Jones,” she finished, smiling at Monday.

“Considering the ultimate prize comma you are lucky that so few are presently involved,” Dom replied observed?. “I expect before this venture has reached its final conclusion many more ‘strange bedfellows’ will appear.” He noted an agreeing nod from the others before continuing. “Has Henri learned anything of significance?”

“Hasn’t returned or called yet,” Monday replied. “I guess our next step is to confront the wine shop clerk and go from there.”

“Gunter noticed no one observing me as I entered the shop,” Dom stated. “I recommend we keep our visit to a minimum of three or four people. I told the clerk I would be bringing in some friends so I would recommend you and Daria and perhaps one other. I am certain that we will be under observation this time so Schäfer will finally know that I am working with you.”




“Has to fit within a certain context,” Henri thought aloud? stated. “It’s like a riddle, meaning nothing in itself but tied in with other information it must provide the answer.’

Half an hour later, Dom, Monday, Daria and Henri were driven to the wine shop by Gunter. passive voiceWeps and Chester tagged behind in a rental car and dropped Scout and Bones off at strategic positions on the street. The Geek was left to make contact with several other old Team members who had retired in South America comma too see if they were interested in joining up for the second phase of the hunt. This was something they should have done sooner but preoccupation with matters at hand had delayed them.

“Gooten Tag Herr Krupke,” Dom said, as they entered the shop. “After a taste of one of your fine winescomma my friends couldn’t wait to check out your shop.” He waved his hand at the three others who joined him at one of the small tables.



Dom could see dollar signs in the man’s eyes. “Bring us a bottle of that 1974 Cheatau Petrus Pomerol I spotted on your rack,” Dom ordered? stated. “And five glasses.”



“Artifact?” Krupke asked with a smile.

“Purely historical,” Dom answered. “Actually, there is information secreted somewhere on the premises that will lead to finding the artifact. You mentioned that the ownersowners' son had been was killed in the war and the owners do not reside here anymore.”

“That is so.”

“I noticed a large number of photographs on the walls of the owners, some dating back quite a few years. They appeared to be a very social couple. I did not see one of their son, their only heir.”

“I was told to keep those? it? in the cabinet,” Krupke stated. “They loved their son but hated the Nazi’s who indoctrinated him into their fascist beliefs.”

“May we see it?” Henri asked.

Krupke stood and walked over to the counter where he normally stood and removed a worn photograph from an upper cabinet. He returned to the table and offered the framed photo to Henri. The photo was of a young man in the uniform of a sergeant in the German Wermacht. Around his neck was the Iron Cross. A brass plaque on the bottom held the inscription: Oberjager Claus Jäger - Das Eiserne Kreuz verbleibt nach dem Ableben des Beliehenen als Erinnerungsstück den Hinterbliebenen. “Sergeant Claus Jager -The Iron Cross shall be retained as an heirloom by the heirs of the recipient after his demise,” Henri read in English.

“He’s wearing the Knight’s Cross of the Iron Cross,” Dom whispered, as Henri passed the photograph around the table. “Another piece of the puzzle in place.”

Monday looked closely at the face of the young under-officer. “It a shame that so many young people had to die for such a rotten cause,” I would put thoughts in italics he thought. He noticed there were a number of squares in the background behind the boy in the photo. “What are those squares?” he asked, handing the photo back to Dom.



“The Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, upon the date which the blood of Caesar was spilt,” Monday replied. “Everything fits to this point so I’m assuming we’re looking for a stone with the date that Julius Caesar died.” beware the Ides of March, they are tomorrow!


“Here it is, period” Daria stated, pointing pointed to a square stone on the floor with the mark of 44. The others strolled over to gaze at the unremarkable gray stone.



“I will pay for the wine we drank upstairs,” Dom stated. “I will also pay for another bottle that you may enjoy at your leisure.” He had noticed that Krupke had relished the wine as much as he had.

“Is good,” Kurpke again replied{c;blue} repeated.”

There were too many replied, remarked, and stated. I made a few suggestions for some of them.

I am suspicious of Kurpke. He seemed a little too eager to help. Hmmmm...

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Part 22

April 26, 2012 – Marktstrasse - Bad Tölz



The day was absolutely gorgeous. The temperature was a warm seventy degrees with a gentle breeze cascading over the Isar bridge. White billowing clouds slowly floated over a crystal blue sky and the smell of hot spiced wine permeated the air. Shoppers were going went about their daily chores picking over fresh vegetables and haggling for particular cuts of meat with the local vendors. Children were running ran free after the long winter hibernation, sailing boats in small pools or playing fetch with family pets. There was in an idealistic atmosphere of serenity and bliss.

Monday was strolling strolled along the banks of the small river hand in hand with Daria. He was comma captivated by the way she slowly devoured a thick buttery pastry, her pink tongue reaching into every crack and cranny of the quickly crumbling goodie. The bienenstich, or beehive delight was very popular with the locals, not too sweet with a touch of powdered sugar. Apfelstrudel, or apple strudel was also widely popular in the area comma although it was considered an Austrian pastry not German.

They passed a sweating group of villagers erecting a maypole. The maypole, a tall wooden pole, traditionally maple or birch, is erected to celebrate May Day. The locals decorated it with long colored ribbons suspended from the top, festooned with flowers and draped with wreathes and other local symbols. There are many different meanings for the maypole: a phallic symbol, a gateway between the underworld, the living and heaven, sacred trees, and others depending on which culture is involved, but in effect it was a good excuse for a Spring Festival, and Germans never needed an excuse to party.



“Penny,” Daria said, looking looked at him with a frown. He smiled back at her with a quizzical look.

“A penny for your thoughts. Isn’t that what you Americans say?”

“I was watching the children play and thinking of children, and dogs, and hot strudel and warm winter cottages, and of you.”

“What were you thinking about me?” she asked with gave him a coy look.

“Actually, I was thinking about us. I was thinking that all those other thoughts will be in our future together, and more.”

“Are you sure you still want me after discovering my ancestry? I would go with a comma here Knowing that I am the granddaughter of the most hated man in history?”



“With talk like that these comma villagers would have burned you for a heretic not long ago,” she said. “Are you my heretic?

“I’ll be anything you want me to be so long as I’m with you.”

“Don’t ever leave me,” Daria replied. commanded? pleaded? sighed? “Suddenly, life seems frightful without you.”

“There’s nothing that can separate us now,” Monday replied. “Not all the gold in the world, not even an army of thugs or a million ghosts of past history.” He looked into her crystal blue almond shaped eyes, eyes with a pixie-like slant that fascinated him, and knew that nothing would stop him from keeping his promise.

“How about some lunch?” he asked. “That pastry you have on your nose made me hungry.” He bent down and licked a piece of frosting from her tiny nose. She quickly wiped her nose with a napkin she pulled from her purse and looked sheepishly around like a young child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She punched him lightly in the shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she said, wiping her nose again.



“We’ve got a lot of catching up to do, period” Daria said, taking took a hefty sip of the smooth blond beer. “I’ve been following your career for a while now. You’ve become quite an accomplished academic.”

“Just out playing in the dirt,period” Monday replied shrugged. “Digging up bones comma as the old phrase goes.”



“They can carp all they want comma but they still cannot explain some of the things that have been found that seems to indicate that we have been around a lot longer than many realize.”

“What kind of things?”

“Unexplained fossil handprints and footprints for one thing,” Monday replied answered. “A fossil of a human handprint was found in a limestone strata estimated to be 110 million years old. What appears to be a fossilized human finger found in the Canadian Arctic also dates back 100 to 110 million years. And the fossil of a human footprint, possibly wearing a sandal, was found near Delta, Utah Good old Delta, Utah huh? I grew up in Salt Lake. in a shale deposit estimated to be 300 million to 600 million years old. In the 1880s, anthropologists found the remains of a modern-looking man, woman and two children in glacial strata that were dated at 10 million years old. In 1971, while exploring a mine, an amateur geologist and archaeologist found a human tooth embedded in strata that was dated as 100 million years old. Humans were supposedly not around 65 million years ago, never mind people who could work metal, so then how does science explain semi-ovoid metallic tubes dug out of 65-million-year-old Cretaceous chalk in France? In 1885, a block of coal was broken and a metal cube was found that had obviously been worked by intelligent hands. In 1912, employees at an electric plant broke apart a large chunk of coal out of which fell an iron pot! A nail was found embedded in a sandstone block from the Mesozoic Era. One or a few of these oddities could be explained due to fakery but there are so many that to simply refuse to study or acknowledge them is unscientific.” I would break this into a couple of paragraphs at least.



“There are theories being developed by theoretical physicist about time displacement and other strange phenomena that could possibly explain it. But we’re getting more into the science fiction area when we take that route. Besides, this is just scientific speculation into an area that I consider strange but curious. Actually, on my latest dig, we found the tomb of Marcus Nonius Macrinus a favorite of Emperor Marcus Aurelius, who helped him achieve major victories in Europe. He is believed to have inspired the character Maximus Decimus Meridius, played by Russell Crowe in that movie the Gladiator. title in italics But although the film character is also a favourite of Marcus Aurelius and goes into battles with him in the late 2nd I would spell this out century AD, that is where the similarities end. The real Roman general is not believed to have been sold into slavery only to return to Rome as a vengeful gladiator. We discovered the tomb along the northbound Via Flaminia where construction work has been taking place. Many marble columns, inscriptions and decorations have been beautifully preserved thanks to the mud caused by a centuries-old flood of the River Tiber. Some say it is the most important ancient Roman monument to come to light in 20 or 30 years. More than 10 inscriptions on the tomb detail the life of Marcus Nonius Macrinus. They show he came from Brescia in northern Italy, was a police commissioner, magistrate, pro-consul of Asia and close confidante of Emperor Marcus Aurelius, who wanted him to fight in the wars against Germanic tribes in northern Europe. The movie character played by Russell Crowe participates in these wars and is an intimate friend of Marcus Aurelius, so chronologically we are in the same period and the war is the same, but the movie character has a very sad story and comes to a terrible end while ours becomes a rich and famous man. Enough of me though, I’d rather know what you’ve been doing these past few years.” Again, I'd break this up. Have him shift around in his seat, wave his arms, tell the story in an animated way.



Daria rolled her eyes then spotted the waiter heading towards their table with their meal. “Good timing,” she laughed, muttered? said as he place their dishes in front of them. He gave her a curious look then quickly departed.

“Guter Appetit,” Monday said, digging into his sizzling Schwein Hoxen.


I found the history in this chapter particularly interesting. I love the movie Gladiator, but it is just a MOVIE people!

Hope you had a great birthday,

Shalisse
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This is a good piece with a wonderful example of metaphor. I particularly like how you compare the relationship to a storm. As different aspects of the storm occur, they are mirrored in the relationship. It is an appropriate and effective comparison. It reminds me of Rosetti's Goblin Market in that it talks about a very difficult topic in a veiled but powerful way.

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I think that this piece is important because it brings about an awareness of a certain event. It has the potential to be like Sunday bloody Sunday or the poem the Wreck of the Hesperus.

It seems that an over arching theme in the attack was a reaction to feminism. If would like to see that addressed more in the poem.

I like the last stanza in that it offers hope and redemption.
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Part 21

April 26, 2012 – Weinhaus Höckh - Bad Tölz



As a rule Dom usually didn’t stroll around like a wild-eyed tourist, but he found the beauty and medieval atmosphere of Badtolz to be fascinating. The quaint little village reminded him of several small towns near his Villa in Italy but it held that distinctive Germanic atmosphere comma which was refreshing. As an archeological anthropologist and linguist, his interest in human nature was insatiable. He could almost feel the presence of rich history surrounding him and this region was incredibly rich in history.

The wine house was located just up the winding street from the Isar River, lined by pretty gabled houses with painted facades, art going back for hundreds of years. As he entered the ancient wine shop comma a feeling of age came over him. This shop had been in existence for many years and the aromas that assaulted his sensitive nose were a powerful aphrodisiac. The walls were lined with rack upon rack of wine and several tables were sitting against one wall for customers to relax and enjoy a single glass at their leisure. A large man wearing a clean apron stood behind a small counter polishing a brandy snifter.

Dom casually perhaps switch Dom and casually surveyed the wine offered for sale and was surprised at the extensive variety. He hadn’t expected to find so much variation in such a small shop as most small places catered to local preferences in regional wines. He was inspecting a unique find when the man silently approached him.

“May I be of service sir?” he asked, noting ed the bottle of wine in Dom’s hand.

“I’m impressed,” Dom replied, holding held up the bottle. “A Chteau Latour Pauillac, and the price is excellent.” *Paragraph*The man looked at him with a renewed sense of respect. no new paragraph here.

“We have some excellent French wines,” the man said, coming to life, more alert to this unusual customer. He pointed at another wine rack.*Paragraph* Dom slowly perused the offered wines. “A Chteau Haut Brion Pessac-Lognan, and a Chteau Valandraud Saint-Emilion,” Dom nodded his approval? stated with a sense of appreciation. “I’ll take all three and a bottle of Petrus Pomerol and one of Dom. Romane Conti,” he stated, well aware that he had just spent several thousand dollars.”

The man was shocked! Show us? Did he stutter, raise his eyebrows? He could not remember such a generous purchase in one single day and he had been working in the wind shop for many years. because it's too much of a POV switch IMO.

“I would like a glass of pernod with fifty-fifty water,” Dom stated, noting noticed the rack of bottles behind the counter. Many of these small shops offered liqueur or wine in the glass or snifter. He watched as the man poured the amber pernod into a small glass and filled it with spring water. The liquid quickly clouded over. He beamed as he offered the glass to Dom. He did not provide ice with the drink as that was an embarrassing American affliction and he knew that Dom was a man of exquisite tastes. Too many sentences starting with he here.

Dom took Taking a heavy sip of the liqueur, Dom tasted tasting the aromatic flavor of liquorice and anisette. “Excellent,” he stated. “Are you the owner of this fine shop?” he casually asked.

“Unfortunately no,” the man replied. “The owners seldom come to the shop as they are an elderly couple. I have ran run the shop for over forty years and my father before that.”

“Looks as if the place has been around quite a while,” Dom probed. “Especially in view of the excellent line of wines you carry?”

“Thirteen generations,” the man beamed. You just had him beaming in an earlier chapter. “Over six hundred years of quality service.”

Dom noticed a number of photographs decorating the walls. Some were new comma others were very old. A man and woman appeared in most of them with different clientele. They were obviously the elderly couple the clerk spoke of.

“I assume you keep most of your stock elsewhere?” he asked.

“The basement,” the man replied. “We have an extensive area in the basement where the bulk of the wines are kept.”

“Is there any way I may be able to pay my respects to the owners?” Dom asked. “Do they live nearby?”

“They live in Austria,” the man replied. answered? “To the best of my knowledge they have not been in the shop since the war. My father ran the shop from 1932 until I took over. The only contact I have with them is through intermediaries. I was told that their son was killed in the war and he was the only one of the family line left to inherit. It’s a shame after all these hundreds of years.”

“Zweiter Weltkrieg?” Dom asked, meaning World War II.

The man shook his head. “ Yes, World War II was A bad time for Germany.”

“A bad time for everyone,” Dom replied, placing {c;blue} ed{/c] the pernod glass on the counter. He paid his bill with a debit card then remarked; “I’ll have my driver pick up my purchase. His name is Gunter Hörbiger. I also comma Ihave some friends in the area and I may bring them by your fine shop.?

“Is good,” the man replied. “Herr Krupke. My name is Albrecht Krupke. You and your friends are welcome here anytime.”

“Danka,” Dom replied. He hadn’t learned much from his visit to the wine shop, but he didn’t really expect to. He had obtained some excellent wine to add to his dwindling supplies and he knew the layout of the establishment. He could tell from the clerk’s expression that he knew more about the owners than he let on. There was another secret there to be dug out unearth? discover?.*Paragraph* As he left the shop comma Gunter was waiting edoutside for him.“I would like to walk,” Dom stated informed him. “It’s such a beautiful day and I can use the exercise. Please go in and pick up a small purchase I just made, and be careful with it, they are very expensive wines.”

As he strolled down the street towards the Isar, his cell phone rang. The voice on the other end was not a happy one. no new paragraph here

“Brother Contadino has advised me that you and he are not working together,” the voice said. “Did he not explain to you that his presence was imperative?”

“”I’m still trying to think of a way to bring him into the picture period” Dom replied, sweat suddenly breaking broke out on his forehead. “I can’t go too fast or the others will become suspicious of my motives.”

“He will put himself into the picture,” the voice whispered. “As your American euphemism so eloquently implies.”

“Yes comma- capitalize Eminence. your eminence.” Dom replied, as the line suddenly the line clicked off.*Paragraph* He had misjudged the importance of Brother Contadino. Obviously his benefactor held the man in very high esteem to demand he be inserted into the hunt at such a dangerous phase. “What was Contadino to the Cardinal? Better yet, what was Contadino to him?” no new paragraph here because it is his thoughts continuing. I would put the thoughts in italics.

Another puzzle to unravel?


Wonderful description of the wine! That was nicely done.

Until the next chapter,

Shalisse


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This is an interesting piece that celebrates the cycle that a tree experiences in a year. There was one line that didn't flow as well as the others. That was...and the children venture less far from their hearth. I think it is the less far that threw me off.

The strongest aspect of this poem is its vivid imagery. You have used color, sight sound, similes, all very well.

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Part 20

April 26, 2012 – Hotel Altez Zollhaus - Bad Tölz



Mueller threw his feet up on the coffee table and leaned back into the plush chair. He Running ran his hand across his stubble cut hair comma he then glanced at the slim wimpy looking man sitting across from him. “Tell me why I need you?” he asked. “I have more associates on their way here at this moment who will do anything I want at the mere mention of the word gold. Fleischer already has the American and woman under observation and my team will quickly find and deal with the others.”


“Nothing’s more valuable than gold, except more of it,” Mueller spat back.*Paragraph* Schäfer could tell that he was unaccustomed to working as a team member.{c:no new paragraph}

“The second note stated; "On March 13, 1946, The miracle breakthrough occurred. The Reich will be saved and reborn. After that comma I only received one note from Eva in 1948 that said for me to look in the Argentinean City of Altavista in a grave marked Hanna Reitsch. I have also been deceitful commadear family. Dolf and Eva had a daughter and named her Klara Wolff comma after his mother,” Schäfer continued. “The note also said that a treasure far greater than all the gold in the world waited there and the drawing of an unfamiliar symbol was interposed on the right bottom of the note.” When you're quoting from the letter, I would use italics to set that apart.



“And just what was that?” If Mueller is such a Nazi fanatic, perhaps he would know this already?

“In 1945, a mysterious Nazi secret weapons project code-named italics"The Bell" was taken from its underground bunker in lower Silesia, along with all its project documentation and a four-star SS general named SS Obergruppenführer Hans Kammler,” Schäfer stated. “On board a massive six-engine Junkers 390 ultra-long range aircraft, "The Bell," Kammler, and all project records disappeared completely, along with the gigantic aircraft. It is thought to have flown to America or Argentina. Just before the Junkers’ escape the SS murdered most of the scientists and technicians involved with the project. The secret weapon, according to one German Nobel prize-winning physicist, was given a classification of "decisive for the war," a security classification higher than any other secret weapons project in the Third Reich, including its atomic bomb. What was "The Bell"? What new physics might the Nazis have discovered with it? How far did the Nazis go after the war to protect the advanced technology that it represented? This may lead us to that secret. And Kammler, of all the high-ranking Nazis indicted and tried at Nuremberg, either posthumously or in absentia, was never formally indicted, much less brought to trial. He is altogether missing from the docket, just simply missing. No formal search was ever made for him that I know of.”

“Why haven’t we heard anything about this?” Mueller asked. defensively puffed out his chest “It’s been 65 years since the end of the war. Everyone involved in that secret has to be dead by now. Obviously comma the Bell didn’t help win the war.” Oo! Maybe when Schafer first brings it up Mueller could say something like, "I've never heard of that before, and I'm know a thing or two about the SS. ...something like that.



“It may be more complicated than that,” Schäfer mused. already used mused “They may be waiting for the right opportunity or even the right person to come forward.”



Mueller became more interested 's interest sparked at the mention of a new Reich. “How do you know all this?” He asked in a disdainful voice. “You’re a nobody in the Ministry of Culture.”

“In The Ministry of Culture I may be a nobody, but that is the way I want it to appear,” Schäfer replied. “In secret I am the leader of a powerful group dedicated to the resurgence of the Fourth Reich and reinstatement of the fatherland. That group is called the Karotechia. The original Karotechia was part of the SS Ahnenerbe, Himmler's master plan for the systematic creation of a "Germanic" culture that would replace Christianity in the Greater Germany to exist after the war, a kind of SS-religion that would form the basis of the new world order. We seek to restore the pure Aryan race to its rightful place in history.”

“You’re full of little surprises,’ Mueller said with a smile grinned. “Secret weapons, secret societies, and so much more. Unfortunately, my goals do coincide with yours. I am sick and tired of the men and women who pretend to be Germans today. They are nothing but lackeys for the British and Americans. They’re weak, condescending, and I am ashamed to call them Germans.”

“Your shame is my shame,” Schäfer beamed. “My grandfather was Ernst Schäfer, who commanded the Institute for Inner Asian Research and was eventually responsible for all scientific projects within the Ahnenerbe. He joined the Nazi Party after Hitler's rise to power in 1933, as well as the SS, rising to the rank of Sturmbannführer (major) Just a thought, you could have a list of terms like this one in the appendix so explaining it in the narration or dialog isn't a distraction. in 1942.”

“I salute you little man, period” Mueller stated, raising rose his beefy hand in a mock salute. “But unless we find that gold before they do, we will not be able to go in search of Hitler’s ghost. It takes a considerable amount of money to travel around the world and outfit an expedition.”

“My acquaintances in the Karotechia are willing to finance such a venture,” Schäfer replied You don't always have to say said, or replied or stated. The action following it is enough to let us know who is saying it or how they are saying it. with a grin. “In fact, several of them are on their way here as we speak to reinforce our efforts. They may not be combat men such as you have but they are very accomplished gentlemen.”

Mueller started to respond but a knock was heard at the door. passive voice He looked at Schäfer suspiciously then realized it could be more of his own manpower showing up. He signaled for Schäfer to answer the door as he pulled his PPK/S and moved to the bathroom.

“Herr Schafer des guten spae? morgens, der wein ist heute gut” the man at the door said as Schäfer slowly opened the door.

“Good morning to you too, Herr Szekler,” Schäfer replied. “Yes, the wine is good.” He motioned for Szekler to join him, noticing that Mueller had crawled from his hiding place and resumed his position by the window. “I would like to introduce Herr Vlad Szekler,” he continued. “Herr Szekler, this is Herr Mueller.”

Mueller saw a short elderly man with white hair, thick glasses, a balding pate and carrying about a hundred extra pounds on his small frame. He was being saddled passive voice with old, overweight and out of shape men and he didn’t like it. The man’s eyes were his only redeeming feature, they were crystal blue and bright with intelligence. He grunted a welcome and turned back to the window.

“Herr Szekler is a prominent historian,” Schäfer continued, mindful of Mueller’s discourtesy. “Or I should say Doctor Szekler. He is a Doctor of ancient history in Budapest. He also holds several Masters Degrees in German History and is one of the preeminent academics on the history of National Socialism.”

“Just do your job, whatever the hell that is, and keep out of my way,” Meller remarked. gruffed? growled? “I suppose he’s in for a cut of the prize?”

“Without him comma we may not win the prize,” Schäfer replied, glancing at the short balding man. “The secret to both of our quests lies in history and I am no historian. I also have several other specialists coming on board with unique knowledge we may have need of.”


Mueller suddenly spotted something from the window comma and rushed to the door. comma He opened it commaand ran from the room without saying a word.



“He’s no gentleman, If you go with an action, you need to have a period here.” Schäfer replied rolled his eyes? sighed?. “But he is necessary for the success of our mission right now. He can be replaced very quickly if the need arises.”

“You are correct,” Dr. Szekler replied, with a wave ed of his hand. “Our personal Kommando Spezialkraefte have been doing nothing but training for years and it’s time they earned their keep.”

I like that you revealed the background info in the dialog instead of narration. I have a hard time switching off the historian and tend to have too much narration, telling rather than showing. Good job with this chapter.

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One suggestion I have would be to vary the sentence structure. Many of your sentence start with a subject/verb pattern. The Ugg in boots should probably be capitalized.

You have done a wonderful job with description. I love the imagery you have create in this piece. Nicely done. I also like how you tie in the symbol of rain. Often times rain is used to show sadness or death, but you've done it in a way that isn't cheesy or overly Hollywood. This is a wonderful piece. Thank you for sharing.

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In this piece, your theme comes through nice and clear. You've done a good job creating these images of the destruction that has happened. If you wanted, you could step it up and add more of the senses. i really like your choice to make the words New Beginning with capitals. That adds to the overall effect of the poem.

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Part 19

April 26, 2012 – Resort Hotel Jodquellenhof Alpamare - Bad Tölz



Early the next morning they got back on the autobahn to Munich then took cross-country route 472 to Bad Tölz. They had made reservations for the Resort Hotel Jodquellenhof Alpamare on Ludwigstraße in Bad Tölz the night before. The famous Alpamare water park and the Endless Peak indoor surfing pool was within easy walking distance of the hotel and Weinhaus Höckh was just up the road.

Monday had spent a lot of time in the scenic Bavarian town when stationed near with the Special Forces. The little village had once been occupied by the Romans or the Romanized Celts. The 14th century saw Tölz become a crossroads for the salt and lumber traffic on the Isar River. In 1453 comma the marketstreet If that is the proper name of the street, it needs to be capitalized., church, and castle were destroyed by fire. Duke Albrecht III enabled the city to rebuild in stone. He also built a palace, which stood until 1770 when it fell into disrepair and was eventually undermined by the Ellbach. passive voice

The Thirty Years’ War (1618 – 1648) brought plague and destruction to the beautiful village. During the War for Spanish Succession comm{[x}things circumstances became better with trade in lime and wood products and other items. In the middle of the 19th century, Tölz changed directions with the discovery of natural springs.

The town began to focus on the healing properties of these springs and became a cure and spa town. In 1899 comma it became known as Bad Tölz, as the German word for bath is bad. Bad Tölz is changed from past to present tense here. also well known for its medieval atmosphere and spectacular views of the Alps. It has a population of around 17,800 and is located about one hour south of Munich in the foothills of the Bavarian Alps. The local landscape is marked by mountains, lakes, green meadows, dense forests and numerous romantic little villages.

As soon as they entered the foyer lobby Henri rolled his eyes at Monday indicating that he had already spotted one or more suspicious characters. On the way to the elevator comma he voiced his suspicions. “There was a man sitting at a table off the lobby that I am well acquainted with,” he said. “He was an instructor at the Kommando Spezialkraefte (German Special Forces) school a few years back. He was forcibly retired as an Unteroffizier (Senior Sergeant). We could not get enough evidence on him to give him a dishonorable discharge comma but rather than press his luck comma he accepted retirement. His name is Dieter Fleischer and he is a sadist, a thief, and I personally believe a rapist and extortionist. His presence here cannot be coincidence. He used to run with another Senior Sergeant named Helmut Mueller. We did successfully get rid of Mueller with a dishonorable discharge. If he’s working with Mueller comma then we have some very tough and well trained men to deal with.”



“Since I checked in separately comma I doubt they know my status,” Dominic said. “It may be best if I made a dry run to the wine house first to get a layout of the place and take notice of potential clues. I am well known as a connoisseur of wine comma at any rate comma and my being in a wine house would have no ulterior meaning.”

“Perhaps you and Bones can meet there,” Monday answered. “He has an eye for detail and I doubt they have identified any of the Team yet.’ "

Dominic looked around the room for Bones to identify himself since he had just recently met the Team and was unfamiliar with their faces. Bones gave him a wide grin and nodded his burly head. “Which reminds me,” Dominic stated. “I managed to get hold of my contact in the Ministry of Culture this morning when I first got here. Bruno Schäfer is legitimate but very low on the authority rung of the government ladder. I obtained clarification on the status of finding Nazi gold or Nazi treasure. Since the true ownership of the majority of unrecovered Nazi treasure is in question, the Ministry does offer finder’s fees. I managed to get a solid seven percent for us should we find any bouillon or untraceable gold.”

“You can bet Schäfer’s goons are not interested in seven percent,” Henri stated. “For them comma it’s all or nothing.”


“Actually comma I’d prefer going by myself,” Dom stated. “I’m sure Bones has other things to do.

"My man Gunter Hörbiger is all I have ever needed,’ " Dom replied with a smile. “He is well acquainted with the use of weapons and has other, shall we say…beneficial training.”

“If Henri will assist me comma I would like to get on line and see if I can find any useful information on Dieter Fleischer and Helmut Mueller,” The Geek stated. “I may be able to trace hidden data on them and Schäfer and perhaps connect them with other members of the dark side. It could give us an edge on their potential team assets and capabilities.”

“I I have access to classified military personnel files,” Henri agreed. “And I can get in contact with our friend Ted Wrigley at British Intel. That Limey nut has access to information that even the CIA doesn’t have. I might even give your twin brother Huck a call.”

“Which leaves me and Bones out in the cold,” Chester said with a grin. “Reckon we’ll mosey over to that old church, the Stadtpfarrkirche, and nose around. We might even measure off the number of paces it takes us to get to that wine house. This is starting to feel like National Treasure use italics for the movie title. in Germany.”

Other than those suggestions above, just pay attention to the stated and replied. I'm not liking this Dom character. He's irritating me because he's two faced. *Smile*

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This poem really stuck a chord with me. I too grew up in the mountains, but now live in the Midwest. I really miss the mountains and go back once a year to replenish something inside of me. My favorite line is:
In my spirit I have returned home,

I really liked the way you described the experience. This is a wonderful piece. Thank you for sharing.

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This is a good piece. I like that you show the emotion of love through actions. There was one line that I felt didn't flow as well as the others. That was the line...A cherished hug I opened arms to . Perhaps if you switch to start with I opened my arms...

I firmly believe that actions speak louder than words, so I especially enjoyed the theme.

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Part 18

April 25, 2012 – Berchtesgaden - Treff Alpenhotel Kronprinz


“I don’t like the looks of that Brother… what’s his name,” Chester said with a smirk smirked. “He’s got fish eyes.comma Reminds me of a dead trout.”




“We also have no hard proof that it was actually Schäfer who hired the hit man,” Monday stated. “He may still be in for his cut of the finder’s fee. Now that he knows that Daria and me I are not alone in this hunt, he either settles for his cut or brings in more muscle of his own. Considering the second note, my bet is on more muscle.”




Monday held his snifter in salute to old friendship and good cognac. When he finished the harsh liquor comma he glanced at Chester and Henri with a raised eyebrow noting a sign of agreement. “I prefer the Camus,” he stated, glancing at the empty snifter.*Paragraph* Dominic gave him a dirty look. “You always did have the taste of a barbarian,’ " he muttered with a look of pity on his face.

“You indicated that you were on vacation?” Monday asked.

“Holiday,” Dominic replied. “In Europe we call it holiday, not vacation.”

“Whatever,” Monday stated. “I have known you for a long time Dom,” he continued. “I know that we have often depended on each other and backed each other when others found it inconvenient to do so. Frauen Is that the right word?Wolff presented me with a problem that has since blossomed into a full blown perfect storm. We would like to have your help in solving it commabut before I explain I must caution you that it may be time consuming and dangerous.”

Dominic placed his cognac snifter on the coffee table and gave his full attention to Monday. Nodding his head in a positive reply he said; comma “Go ahead.”

Over the next fifteen minutes Monday filled him in on the hunt, starting from the time that Daria had asked him to help her rebury her alleged grandmother. As he finished comma he asked Dominic if he was interested in becoming a full partner in the search.



“I knew we could count on you Dom,” Monday smiled, pouring himself another shot of cognac even though he wasn’t particularly fond of the stuff.*Paragraph* As he sat his empty snifter on the side table Daria entered the room fresh and casually dressed in a fashionable red skirt with a white and blue matching blouse.

“You look lovely frauen,” Dominic stated, standing as she entered the room.

“Danka,” Daria replied with a slight blush, her eyes traveling to Monday who had also stood as she entered. She noticed that he nodded his head in a positive manner noting that Dominic had been successfully recruited in the search. “You are going to help us with the clues Signore Prestano?”


“The original was taken comma but I scanned it into my laptop computer,” Daria replied. “Luck would have it my laptop was here in Monday’s room and not at my apartment.”


Overuse of said. replied, and stated. I didn't mark them all because I figured you could look at that in your revisions. Never trust a man named Dom! *Smile* Another good chapter!

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In this piece, I like the image of the Eagle spreading the wisdom through the seeds. My favorite line would be without judgment. You've used a good comparison with the animals and the wind. That helps create the imagery. I like the theme of your poem.. Although the poem is short, it has a deep theme. I really have no suggestions for improvement. Thank you for the read. It was most enjoyable.

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Part 17

April 25, 2012 – Berchtesgaden - Treff Alpenhotel Kronprinz



Dominic sat at a corner in the dining room near a large window with a beautiful panoramic view of the mountains surrounding the hotel. He was not interested in the mountains or scenery though, his eyes kept flicking to the parking area hoping to get a glimpse of the rental car that Monday Stiehl was driving.

He was just finishing a delicious meal of bouillabaisse made the Bordeaux way and an excellent glass of Pouilly-Fumé. The white wine had a taste of gooseberries, gunflint, and smoke and was made in the Loire Valley of central France. It was an excellent wine to enhance his bouillabaisse. He was a connoisseur of wine as well as food and he didn’t particularly care which country he was in to enjoy either. He had dined on wonderful German food in Italy and excellent Italian food in Denmark. Although comma he would have to admit that England was a bit of a challenge when it came to finding the Epicurean style of food he preferred. His eating habits were governed by desire and not by geographical boundaries.

Although You just used although not too long ago. he enjoyed a hearty meal and did not deny his aggressive appetite, he remained in excellent physical condition. In his villa in Italy comma he had an Olympic size swimming pool, which he put to good use and he also ran five kilometers every other day. His worse habit was an occasional Cuban cigar, which he had repeatedly tried to give up, without success.

He was of average height but built like a wrestler with massive shoulders and a bull neck. His students had often called him " around the name or italics?The Gladiator in view of his powerful build and he had become very grew fond and comfortable with the image the title portrayed. He was, after all, of Italian ancestry…Roman ancestry.

In addition to being a world renowned Doctor of Paleontology and highly respected in academic circles, Dominic was by nature a careful and suspicious man who had intentionally cultivated a strong habit of watching people and events around him. That’s why he kept glancing at a table in the corner of the restaurant near the bar. A young man sat at the table and was struggling to remain inconspicuous, but Dominic had caught him looking in his direction more than once. The man was not just looking he appeared to be but appraising. The man was clean cut, in his mid twenties and if Dominic had to put a label on him it would be academic. He wasn’t much older than the graduate students that Dominic used to teach commaand he had a strong aura of piety about him.






The meal suddenly felt heavy on his stomach. It was unlike the benefactor to interfere in his professional appraisal of what needed to be done and how it was to be done. Now he was saddled with an unknown and unwanted sidekick. “You are under my tutelage as a graduate student in Roman pre - empire history,” He stated. “I assume you do know enough about Roman history to make it sound plausible?”



Over the young man’s shoulder comma Dominic spotted Stiehl’s rental car pull into the parking area. Following close behind it was an older model Mercedes and a dark SUV. Stiel got out of the rental and opened the door for an attractive young lady who appeared to be in a semi state of distress. Half a dozen rough looking men exited the SUV, none of which Dominic recognized, but he did recognize the occupant of the old Mercedes as he slowly pulled his lanky frame from the vehicle.


Dominic stood up and quickly left the dining room. As he saw Stiehl enter the foyer comma he signaled for Cencio to walk with him and started discussing a topic in classical Latin. As soon as he was within a few feet of Monday comma he sprung his ambush.

“Monday!” he yelled in a surprised tone. “What brings you to the Bavarian hinterlands?” He opened his arms wide in a sign of welcomed embrace.

After the past half hour of unexplained danger and adrenaline rush, Monday was comma at first commacaught off guard by the sudden braying of his name and was instinctively ready to go into action. But, as soon as he caught sight of one of his best friends with his arms out stretched, his nerves slowly relaxed. best friends huh? That' gonna complicate things a bit.




After full introductions comma Monday noticed that his team had continued on to their rooms but Henri had remained quietly standing near the door.

No need to introduce us,” Henri stated, coming forth and shaking Dominic’s hand. “Doctor Prestano and I have met on several occasions and I must admit I am an admirer of his. The good Doctor has helped the Bundeswehr in many ways, officially and unofficially.”

“From your look commas one would assume you’ve been out mountain climbing or playing rugby,” Dominic stated, pointing at their disheveled and dirty clothing.”

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Part 16

April 25, 2012 – Berchtesgaden


He spotted a late model Mercedes parked on the grass in front of the house. Obviously his employers either owned the house or owned the person who owned it. The directions on how to find it were difficult to follow and he had almost given up in anger. He parked his old BMW next to the expensive Mercedes and opened the door. As he got out commahe pulled the PPK/S from his pocket along with the silencer. He checked the magazine then locked it back into place.

Muller pushed the front door open and walked into the farmhouse. He wasn’t worried about being attacked because Schäfer and he had done lots of productive business in the past commaand the attorney was a coward. As he entered the room comma Schäfer and the attorney were standing next to each other looking at him with anticipation and fear. Mueller took his time to screw the silencer onto his pistol, took one step towards them and fired point blank into the lawyer’s forehead.

The man was dead before the fear in his eyes could even register. It took almost five seconds for the body to slowly topple over like a felled tree. Ooo! Good image He turned and pointed the pistol at Schäfer.


“And I guess you didn’t know about this second note just as you didn’t say anything about the gold!” Mueller yelled, throwing the papers into Schafer’s face. “You didn’t tell me he had a team of professionals with him either.” He raised the pistol and placed the end of the barrel against Schafer’s forehead. Schafer was shaking shook as if he was entering hypothermia. Mueller saw a small puddle of urine spreading beneath his shoes. He was enjoying taunting the weasel of a man. Laughing, he quickly removed the pistol and put it into his coat pocket.

Schafer slowly Switch slowly and Schafer for sentence variety. bent over and picked up the papers which were spotted with his own urine. He quickly scanned the information and let out a sigh of amazement. His fear was suddenly gone. He knew that Mueller needed him.

“Do you know what this means?” he asked, waving the paper around.


Short but intense chapter. The only suggestion I have would be to mix up your sentence structure variety. Good chapter. You are really moving the plot along at a fast pace.

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Part 15

April 25, 2012 – Berchtesgaden - Bergwerkstrasse.






“Let’s do it!” Monday stated. I don't think stated is the right word here. He's excited, anxious, and now feeling like they need to put this plan into motion. I'm not sure the right word, but stated just didn't feel right to me. *Paragraph* The team had been unsuccessful in obtaining Special Forces communications gear so they had opted to use the commercial GMRS Communication system with a 34 mile radius. The Think Speaks were hands free even without the headset because they included both the mike and speaker in the handset. A good substitute for the expensive and hard to obtain military gear.



“Let’s roll,” Monday commanded?said into the mike. He slowly pulled onto the road leading to Daria’s apartment. He spotted Chester’s dark SUV in his rear view mirror and as he approached the apartment he saw Henri’s old Mercedes coming slowly towards him. From fifty meters away comma he could see Daria sitting in her kitchen window. She was looking towards the inside so he could not make out her facial expressions.

“Clear out back,” Bones came through on the mike. “Clear to the mountains,” Weps followed.

“Pull up and park in front of her apartment,” Chester 's voice hummed in his ear. came through on the radio. “Don’t get out of the car but sit there for a minute or two. We’ll pull over just down the road from you in whatever empty parking spot we find.”

Monday obeyed but done as Chester suggested. The short wait was agonizing. He wanted to throw open the car door and run yelling into the apartment. Daria had not moved since the time he first spotted her sitting in the window.



“I’m going in,” Monday finally said, unable to take the tremendous pressure any more. comma Monday threw his car door open. "I'm going in."

“I’m closing in for backup,” Chester answered, getting out o exited his car and quickly moving down the row of apartments.

Monday got out of his car and started walking strode towards the apartment, his eyes glued to Daria sitting in the dining room window. She still had not moved.

“Hit the deck!” Weps screamed over the radio. *Paragraph*As Monday dove towards the ground{c;blue} comma a piece of stone to his right flew apart in a shower of dust and flying fragments. At the same time he heard what sounded like two shots, one close, one much further away.

“Sniper,” Weps yelled again. “My shot threw his aim off but he was too well covered for a solid hit. He’s getting into the car parked along the road about 200 meters away.”

“Thanks Weps,” Monday replied. “I owe you another one. Sit sitch? You would no this lingo much better than I would Rep?”


“Clear back here,” Bones replied. reported? You seem to be relying on said and replied. Mix it up a bit. I've seen you do it, so I know you can! *Smile*

“Everyone move in,” Chester ordered. “Check the door for wires Monday,’ " he continued, realizing that Monday was a little rusty after so many years out of the service.

Within seconds comma they had the apartment checked and secured. Monday rushed over to Daria and quickly untied her. She had tears in her eyes but appeared be unharmed. She hugged him and did not want to let go. He finally released her and looked into her red rimmed eyes.

“He came for our copies of the documents,’ " she finally said managed?. “He found the other note in my purse and took it with him. He was so strange. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he wanted to kill me commabut when he read the note and discovered that I was Hitler’s granddaughter, it was as if a light went off in his eyes. He actually wanted to protect me then.”


This chapter had good action and tension. I think when you go through if you add variety with your speech tags it would help. I didn't mark or change all the replied or saids. The action is great!

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Part 14

April 25, 2012 – Berchtesgaden - Bergwerkstrasse.



Helmut Mueller quickly surveyed the damaged apartment. The stupid man they had hired had done a lousy job in his search for the second set of documents. A real professional would have left the room in the same condition as when first entered so that no suspicion would have been generated. The damage done here was far too much to cover up. Still, there were places to look that the idiot probably missed. There would be no second chance to search because the others would become paranoid over the damage as soon as they entered the room.

Bruno Schäfer Who is Bruno? Is he the guy that tossed the room? had assumed that the girl would leave her copy of the documents in her apartment but if the documents were important enough to Schäfer, they would just as likely be valuable to the girl and she would not leave them lying around. She may have, as insurance, already made copies of the copies. Mueller made a mental note to find out just what the documents were. Contract pay was good but there was something going on with that slimy looking attorney, Burkhard, that reeked of hidden secrets and wealth. If these two knew something important enough to get them eliminated it was something Mueller needed to know about.

He was searching in the bathroom beneath the cabinet drawers when he heard a sound at the front door. Someone was inserting a key into the lock. A moment later the door opened and closed and he could hear movement in the main room. A few seconds later the voice of the girl could be heard talking to a pair of tropical birds he had noticed hanging near the kitchen area.



Daria was momentarily shocked when she noticed that her ransacked apartment had been ransacked. She had been so concerned about her pet birds comma she hadn’t noticed it on her initial entry. She was stunned when a tall arrogant man with a deep scar on his cheek walked into the room with a gun pointed at her. She was positive she had never met the man before and she was also certain that he was looking for her copy of the documents. She watched in fear as the man read the second note that she and Monday had recovered from her grandmother’s… from Paula Wolff’s dress, the note that only she and Monday knew about. The man glanced at her several times then stuffed the note in his jacket pocket. He walked over and stared at her for a few moments, walking all the way around her.


“I don’t have them,” Daria said, a tremor in her voice. "I left them with a friend.”

“The American,” Mueller said snarledwith disdain as if the word left a bad taste in his mouth. “You will call the American now and tell him you need him to come here.” He walked over to the counter and grabbed her cell phone from the pile of items from her purse then handed it to her.


“I can’t possibly kill you,” Mueller replied. “You are family. But the American, if he doesn’t bring the papers I have no choice but to…” he pointed the pistol at the couch and pulled the trigger. A small hole and puff of dust bounced off the backrest of the couch and a splintering sound could be heard as the round plowed a hole in the wooden wall. Good description there./ I can picture and hear it clearly.



Mueller cocked his head to one side and smiled. “They will?” he stated. “So, your American friend has associates with him?” Mueller asked, already knowing the answer. “Call him now!” he demanded in a louder voice. I don't think you need it. The ! already tells us that.



“In the chair!” he demanded, Jut used demanded.. Perhaps barked his order, pointing toward a kitchen chair near the window. Daria fearfully switch fearfully and Daria followed his directions and sat down heavily into the wooden chair. She knew that Monday would be rushing to find her and that he would be running into serious trouble. Mueller spotted a roll of heavy yarn lying in a pile of debris on the floor. He grabbed it and wound it around and around her hands tying them to the chair arms then did the same to her legs. He was very quick and efficient. He then dragged her over to the window and sat her sideways so that the profile of her upper body could be seen from the outside.

“We’re going to have a very quick talk about what you know comma and then I will leave you here unharmed. Is that clear?” *Paragraph*Daria shook her head in fear and for several minutes while she answered the killers questions.

“Until we meet again,” Mueller said, kissing her on the forehead. He pocketed the pistol and quietly left the room.

Daria was relieved that the man had left without harming her but worried about what was to come next. Obviously the documents were now of secondary importance to the thug. I think you could say something about her worrying about an ambush for Monday. Why else would the guy want her to call Monday to come?

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The strongest aspect of this piece is the models. As an English teacher, I understand the importance of models in teaching. I feel that the purpose of your piece was to instruct, so the modeling is a very good way to accomplish that.

The categories are also a great way to get your point across. It helps the reader reference.

Overall, a very informative article, and well worth the read. Thanks for taking the time to write and post this. I personally appreciate this read.

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I am not sure. Did he cheat on her? That was the way the poem read to me. If so, I think it is interesting that she wants him back so much. I like the thread that you have running through it about the importance of talking, and communicating about the problem. I see the phone as a symbol of that.

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I think this poem is interesting in that it starts out with the notion of nothingness. Then, it grows to something all consuming and never ending. I only have one suggestion and that would be to add an ' to heart's because the word is possessive. Nicely done.

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I was confused by the first paragraph. Isn't her phobia about leaving the house? Tanith's behavior isn't very much like someone suffering from this problem. I would also suggest when you rewrite look at where you use had. Many times it isn't needed there. Also, there was one place where you switched from past to present tense.

On the other hand, you use a good metaphor with the mountain. That really drives home the point of the piece.

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Part 13

April 25, 2012 – Berchtesgaden - Treff Alpenhotel Kronprinz

As soon as they pulled into the parking area comma Monday spotted Chester leaning on one of the second story balconies. The man had not changed since their last get together several years earlier and they hadn’t worked as a team for over eleven years.

*Cut*Chester was*Cut* a little over six feet tall,*Paste* about Monday’s height, but well built with strong bulging muscles and a crop of rusty brown hair peppered with gray strands. He was in his early forties but had the physique of someone ten years younger. As Monday’s executive officer, Chester had always displayed a cool and collective aura even in some very sticky and dangerous situations. He was not one to go off the deep end commaand he always measured twice and cut once. Unlike Monday, Chester had made a career of the Army and retired recently as a Lieutenant Colonel. He had not yet decided on a second career but often stated that he had put his twenty in comma and it was his wife Barbara’s turn to put her twenty in. Barbara had other thoughts about that, which she could only express into four letter words. Ha! I love it!

“Come on upcomma Cowboy!” Chester yelled, holding up a mug full of steaming coffee. The man was addicted to the stuff and drank about twenty cups a day. “And bring that ugly old Kraut and beautiful little lady up with you! Room right next to yours!”

“Ugly mein arse!” Henri yelled back, flipping a finger at Chester. “You’re nothing but an overblown retired has been.” Henri and Chester were very fond of each other.*Paragraph* Daria shook her head and muttered something that sounded like kinder.

As they entered Chester’s room comma the four other ex-Team members were standing at rigid attention. From left to right stood Kenny “The Scout” Carney, Graydon “Bones” Zanyk, Charlie “Weps” Lanier, and Mike “The Geek” Grace. Each one was wearing a paper helmet and an improvised nametag with Bastard Army printed on it. Cool Bastards was the unofficial name of the Special Forces A-Team they once belonged to.

“Very cute,” Monday remarked, glancing at their grinning faces. “I was worried for a while that you guys had gone serious on me. Happy to see you’re still the same bunch of bumbling idiots I once loved.”

“Give us a kiss Cowboy,” Carney said. “We’ve missed our mother hen too!” *Paragraph*Carney was tall and slim and had also retired from the Army as a Master Sergeant. Like Chester and the rest of them he was sporting a lot of silver at the temples but Monday could tell he was still in great shape. As an Army Scout comma he was the best. Carney could track a fart through a swamp at the blink of an eye. Great voice! He also knew how to spot traps in all kinds of terrain from improvised explosive devices to trip wires and pungi stakes. His handle on the team had been Scout.

Like Monday, Graydon Zanyk had gotten out of the Army after ten years and went to medical school. He was a successful MD and general practitioner but still had a lingering need for the danger he was often exposed as part of the Team. As the team’s medic, Bones knew more about their bodies than they did. Monday noticed that he was hiding a glass of whiskey behind him, he was very partial to Jack Daniels straight up. “For medicinal purposes Cowboy,” Bones said with a grin.

Next to Bones stood Charlie Lanier, a tall slim and serious minded man who was the youngest on the team topping out at thirty-five. He had been released from the Army under a medical discharge. He said an IED in Iraq had disagreed with him comma but he also insisted that the metal plate in his skull only made him a better man. Charlie was known as Weps, a short nickname for weapons. He was a small arms expert and could break down and put back together any rifle or pistol ever made by any country. He could also describe their nomenclature and firing characteristics. In addition, he was well versed in demolitions and was sniper qualified. Monday noticed that he had painted a goatee on his chin with a magic marker. This was obviously an attempt at oddball humor for which Weps was famous.{:blue} comma He had also been the team clown.

Last in line was Mike Grace. Mike had also gotten out of left the Army and became a very wealthy man in the computer industry. He had been the team’s communication’s expert but the word expert could never do him justice. He was an absolute genius on anything electronic and often had the men’s heads spinning with his highly technical jargon. That’s why the Team dubbed him The Geek, of which he was duly proud.

After introductions all around, Chester took Monday and Henri across the hall to another room. “Don’t want to wake up the sleeping babies,” he chuckled as he opened the door. Lying on a large queen sized bed was an small array of weapons.

There were six Heckler and Koch MP5 assault rifles. The name MP5 comes from the German "Maschinenpistole 5." It is the rifle of choice for most Special Forces around the world. There were also half a dozen SIG-Sauer P-226 pistols. The 226 is the king of the SIG-Sauer line, which many experts regard as the most wonderful of all the recent crop of "wonder-nines." Basically, the P-226 is the P-220 modified to accept a double-column magazine holding 15 rounds of 9mm Parabellum ammunition. Several 110 round drums were also laid out on the bed. Last comma but best of all was a Barrett M107 .50-caliber sniper rifle. A powerful rifle that could certainly reach out and touch someone.

“I see Major Reinhardt took good care of you,” Henri remarked, smiling at the pile of deadly weapons. One call from Henri to a friend in the German Special Forces was all it took.

“We have official German military documents noting that we are here for reserve training with Major Reinhardt’s unit,” Chester stated, “ Also stamped approval from the Bundespolizei to carry the weapons outside military areas.”

“Let’s get the team together in my room,” Monday stated. “Daria has provided us with a puzzle to solve and if we figure it out, twenty tons of pure gold is up for grabs.” Chester sucked in wind and let out a lingering whistle at the news. “Unfortunately, most of it will go to the German Government,” Monday continued. “That’s Daria’s demand for letting us in on the hunt. However, there will be an official finder’s fee of five percent of the official value of the gold, which still amounts to quite a sum. Daria is willing to split it in whatever way it takes in order to find the gold.”

“I’ll say,” Chester whispered. “Five percent of twenty tons of gold is still a lot of money.”

“More than you or your kids can spend in a lifetime,” Jean stated.

“You don’t know Barbara,” Chester blurted, rolling his eyes.

The team gathered in one room and started going over the clues in the documents together. A few hours later they still had not solved the mystery. “I need to go to my apartment and change clothes and freshen up,” Daria finally stated. “Perhaps you can solve the riddle before I get back?”

“Let me drive you,” Monday replied, standing up to retrieve his sport coat.

“I need the walk and the fresh air,” she returned. “It’s not very far at all and I do need to stop at the market and pick up a few items. I have a feeling we’ll be heading for Bad Tölz and I need to make arrangements with my landlord to take care of my birds, tweedle dee and tweedle dum.” Should these names be capitalized?

“Sounds like some people I know, period” Henri remarked with gave a crooked smile.

Monday looked across the small table at Chester who shrugged his beefy shoulders in a nonchalant manner. He was worried about Daria being by herself but he also didn’t want to upset her by showing her that he was worried his concern. He knew the representative of the Cultural Ministry was somewhere out there with the shady looking attorney comma and they had the original copy of the documents, but neither had shown any sign of hostility, at least not yet. And, until they proved otherwise, he had to assume they were also seeking the gold through avenues and resources of their own. He decided to at least escort her to the hotel lobby.


I love the tone to this chapter. It is fun, and you've done a good job of using characterization in this chapter.

Ms. J


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Part 12




Rounding a final sharp curve, Monday saw the historic hotel in the distance. The Hotel Zum Turken was close to the Berghof, which was Hitler's home at Obersalzberg. During the war commathe hotel was used as accommodation by the SS who guarded Hitler. Under the hotel was a series of tunnels and bunkers. Monday had been in them several times, both as a tourist and archeologist.

He could almost picture a column of SS guards marching up the road in immaculate uniforms. The small guardhouse to the right where once stood alert sentries was still there, changed little you might want to switch changed and little for flow. since the war.


Monday saw only two customers sitting at one of the tables, an elderly man and woman. A quick glance around produced found another customer sitting at the small bar in the corner. The man was half way through a large German beer.



“Just Daria,” she cut in. "Frau soon I hope. Wow! That's a bold statement to Monday. "Monday cast her a jaundiced eye at the curt remark. “Hitting the beer a little early Henri,” he stated? “Or is that a new Bundeswehr training program?”

“Was a time when we had beer for breakfast, you and I,” Henri smiled, raising his stein for another deep drink. “Guess now that you are out of the Army comma you’ve evolved into a civilian wuss.”



“Vas is wuss? Wuss my dear is a man who is no longer a man. A weakling, a groveling, a sniveling half man.” Henri was of medium height, close cropped hair going gray at the temples, and stoutly built, almost heavyset. He had a large blond moustache sprinkled with frostings of gray and his eyes were lively and cheerful like those of an imp. Add white hair, a white beard, and a few pounds and he would easily pass for Santa Claus.

“Thanks for the wonderful introduction, period” Monday smiled, raising his hand for the server to bring him a beer. “The first thing old warriors do when they meet after a long time is the rooster walk,” he said to Daria. “It’s a way to prove that age and disability has not impaired their high level of machismo.”


After noting that the elderly couple had turned out to be the Inn’s owners and retreated to the kitchen, Monday nodded to Daria to pull the papers from her purse and show them to Henri. “These are copies of the originals found in the hem of Paula Hitler’s burial dress,” he stated. “We recovered them with the help of an attorney and a representative of the Minister of Culture/Antiquities. They have the originals.”



“Twenty tons in gold bullion,” he whispered, suddenly wide awake. “Do you have any idea how many Euros that is?”

“Yes we do, period” Monday smiled. “But we need help following the clues that give the directions.”




“We know where to start the search,” Henri corrected. “This bit about Mr. Hunter and Caesar’s blood is confusing. We may have to call your old friend from the funny farm, Ted Wrigley on this one.” Ted Wrigley was a member of British Intelligence who had worked with Monday and Henri on several covert missions. I don't know that you need this last sentence. It is already implied.




“The Molester,” Henri beamed. “You got the Molester mit you here now? That is good. I always liked Chester. He is cool and calm, as you Americans say. Not a hot head like you comma Monday.” Henri threw several Euros on the bar and said farewell to the owners. He led them to the dark Mercedes in the parking area. “Old but dependable,” he remarked as he pulled out of the parking area and headed down the steep road.


I like the character of Henri. You were able to tell much of the history without getting dry and dull. Using his character to do it was a good choice.

Have a great evening!

Shalisse

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