The Omega Sanction by Andrew Scorah (urban books to read TXT) 📖

desolate surroundings.

 

Charlottes research had located Amt 10 on land at the northern side of the Jonas Valley. The Germans had disguised the entrance, making it look like a normal building. For what ever reason, the building had been preserved, there was no information if the access to the vast underground areas had also been preserved. They would soon find out.

 

“What are we waiting for?”

 

“We need to be sure no one is around before we go in,” Rogan said.

 

Charlotte adjusted one of her rucksack straps. They were both wearing packs containing their earlier purchases, ropes, torches and spare battery’s. Rogan also had a hunting knife in a holster on his hip. Both were wearing dark coloured clothing, their faces blackened.

 

“Come on there’s no one gonna be out here at this time of night.”

 

As she finished speaking they both saw the brief flare of a cigarette. Someone was standing next to the building.

 

Rogan looked at her, “You were saying?”

 

He set off, keeping low, the hunting knife appeared in his hand. Charlotte followed him. She reached into her pocket and retrieved her only weapon, the kubotan on her keyring.

 

Moving cautiously they arrived at the deeper shadows to the rear of the building. Charlotte copied Rogan. Flattening herself against the rough stone wall.

 

They edged along until they reached the corner. Rogan peered around, then turned back to her. He put a finger to his mouth. Indicated for her to stay where she was. He disappeared around the corner of the building.

 

Sounds of a brief struggle came to her.

 

The pressure of a gun barrel in the small of her back made her freeze. A voice in German told her to turn around. And turn around she did. She spun to her left. The outside edge of her left arm knock the mans gun arm away from her. With the Kubotan in her right hand she slammed it into the nerve cluster on the side of his neck. The man dropped with out a sound. Charlotte crouched. Retrieved his weapon, a Glock, before checking through the mans pockets. She came up with a wallet, and a couple of spare clips for the gun. Taking a pinlight torch from her pocket she shone it on the id card she found.

 

Konrad Horst was his name, and he was a police officer from Berlin. She frownd at this discovery. Rogan reappeared.

 

He looked down at the comatose man then at Charlotte.

 

“Good work.”

 

“He’s a police officer,” she told him.

 

“So was his friend, from Berlin, whatever they were doing all the way out here, it has nothing to do with law and order.”

 

“What shall we do with him?”

 

“You go check the front of the building, I’ll deal with him.”

 

She was about to say something about not killing him, but thought better of it. She knew if the tables were turned these men would have killed them. Charlotte nodded. Walked around to the front of the building.

 

A dark coloured Mercedes was parked across from the building, no other vehicles were in sight. After checking it over she looked at the front of the chalet. It appeared to be like any other holiday home in the area. Except it was slap bang in the middle of an old military training area.

 

She walked over to the door. It had been secured with a brand new padlock.

 

Rogan appeared at her side.

 

“Locked, and I found no keys on the one I dealt with.”

 

She saw Rogan grin in the light being cast off by the full moon which had emerged from behind the heavy cloud cover. He held up a silver key.

 

“Maybe this will do the job. My man had it on him.”

 

He held the gun he had taken from the first man in one hand, and with the other unlocked the padlock.

 

Rogan pushed open the door. The hinges creaked as the door swung back to crack against the wall. Inside was a deep darkness.

 

He took off his back pack and retrieved a powerful torch before before swinging it back into place.

 

He looked at Charlotte, “Ready to step back in time?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

 

No interference was forthcoming as they descended

No interference was forthcoming as they descended into the bowls of the Amt 10 bunker. The soldiers inside the chalet were more concerned with destroying documents or heading out side to join the evacuation. Access was via a single door in the cellar under the chalet. The bunker consisted of two floors. Both floors had a central corridor about 3 metres wide with rooms either side. Men and women some in SS uniforms, others in civilian clothing were busy removing or destroying files. They located the entrance to the tunnels on the second level. A switchback series of ramps led them deeper under the ground. Bane estimated they had descended 50 feet when they reached a hall way at the foot of the ramp, and the first sign of real security. Two armed SS troopers stood either side of a submarine type doorway.

 

“Halt, who are you and what are you doing down here?”

 

The one who had spoke levelled his schemisher machine gun at them. The other eyed them with suspicion.

 

“What kind of operation is this?” Bane growled in German, “that you don’t salute an officer. Who do you think we are the American president and his entourage on a tour?”

 

The man wavered. He lowered his weapon and both men raised their arms in salute.

 

“Pardon my ignorance Herr Oberst, we have orders not to let anyone through.”

 

“You have done your duty to Germany, but I’m afraid all is lost, the Americans are only a couple of miles away. Time for you to get away if you can.”

 

“Our orders come from the Fuhrer himself, we are to defend this doorway until death.”

 

“Then who am I to prevent you from carrying out the Fuhrers orders. We have orders of our own,” Bane held up the leather case, “We have to get this to General Kammler. Do you know where he is?”

 

“He’s over at the Jonas complex, you’ll need to take one of the trucks, it’s quite a walk otherwise.”

 

The man turned and opened the door for them. Bane thanked him with a nod of his head. They stepped through into what appeared to be a large staging area for vehicles. Several army trucks were parked on one side, jeeps and staff waggons on the other. What looked like machine shops were dug into the wall to the left of the area. There was no sign of any soldiers here. Two large arched roofed tunnels glided away into the distance. Both large enough to take two of the trucks travelling side by side. The tunnels were lit by lights strung on cable along the walls.

 

“You do an excellent impression of a German officer, Bane,” Trotsky slapped him on the back.

 

“You had me believing,” Jennifer added as her gaze nervously passed around the large chamber.

 

“Let’s not hang around here, our lucks held out so far, but how long will that last?”

 

Bane looked at the professor. It was the first time he had spoken in a while, Bane was worried their predicament would break the man but he appeared to be holding up well.

 

“You’re right professor, and while we take a ride I want to pick your brains, what you know of this device seeing as you worked on it,” he turned to Trotsky, “get us a vehicle, and you’re driving.”

 

Less than a minute later they were sat in a staff waggon, Bane and the professor in the rear, Jennifer up front with Trotsky.

 

“Which tunnel you reckon?” Trotsky asked.

 

“Take the right hand one, that seems to curve towards the valley,” Jennifer said.

 

Trotsky was unfamiliar with the vehicle so they made a jerky start. He soon gained better control and the ride was smooth if a little bumpy on the rough road.

 

For a few moments Bane was lost in his own thoughts. On their way down he had caught sight of a calendar on a desk, if it was to be believed then todays date was April 25th 1945. He remembered the report he had uncovered by Captain Hardesty of the 8th Army. Today was the day the men went into the tunnels and were killed when Kammler travelled into the future. These men had been part of 30 Advance Unit, part of T-Force. Britain alone sent in five thousand soldiers and civilians, under the code name T-Force. Technology Force. Their stated goal was to locate and preserve German technology from looting and robbery, when in fact looting and robbery was their true goal, competing against American, French, and Russian counterparts.

 

He told the others what he had just been thinking.

 

“Do you know who was the founder of the British T-Force?”

 

“Who was their leader?” Jennifer asked.

 

“A gentleman named Commander Ian Fleming.”

 

Jennifer made a dismissive snort. “The writer who created James Bond?”

 

“The same. It was said he patterned his character on some of the men on his team. That gives you some idea of the roughshod and cavalier exuberance of these plunderers.”

 

“To the victor go the spoils of war,” the professor quoted with a shrug.

 

“Professor, tell me what you know of the bell device,” Bane said. “And how could they have discovered time travel.”

 

“You have to remember,” the professor said, “the Nazis were light-years ahead of other nations in certain technologies. That was why there was such fervent scientific piracy after the war. But let me backtrack. During the early part of the century, two theoretical systems were in competition: the theory of relativity and quantum theory. And while they didn’t necessarily contradict each other, even Einstein, the father of relativity, spoke of the two theories as incompatible. The theories split the scientific community into two camps. And we know very well on which side most of the Western world concentrated.”

 

“Einstein’s relativity.”

 

Professor Guyler nodded. “Which led to splitting the atom, bombs, and nuclear energy. The entire world became the Manhattan Project. All based on Einstein’s work. The Nazis went a different route, but with no less fervour. They had their own equivalent of the Manhattan Project, but one based on the other theoretical camp. Quantum theory.”

 

“Why go that route?” Jennifer asked.

 

“For a simple reason.” Trotsky turned to her. “Because Einstein was a Jew, right professor?”

 

“Correct Mr Trotsky.”

 

“What?”

 

“Remember the context of the time. Einstein was a Jew. In the Nazis’ eyes, that assigned lesser value to his discoveries. Instead, the Nazis took to heart the physical discoveries of pure German scientists, considering their works more valid and important. The Nazis based their Manhattan Project on the work of scientists like Werner Heisenberg and Erwin Schrodinger, and most importantly Max Planck, the father of quantum theory. All had solid roots in the Fatherland. So the Nazis proceeded on a course of practical applications based on quantum mechanics, work that even today is considered groundbreaking. The Nazi scientists believed a power source could be tapped based on experiments with quantum models. Something that is only being realised today. Modern science calls this power zero point energy.”

 

“Zero point?” Jennifer glanced to Bane.

 

He nodded, well familiar with the scientific concept, from his days at university, “When something is chilled to absolute zero—almost three hundred degrees below zero Centigrade—all atomic motion stops. A complete standstill. The zero point of nature. Yet even then, energy persists. A background radiation that shouldn’t be there. The energy’s presence could not be adequately explained by traditional theories.”

 

“But quantum theory does,” the professor said firmly. “It allows for movement even when matter is frozen to an absolute standstill.”

 

“How is that possible?” Trotsky asked.

 

“At absolute zero, particles might not move up, down, right, or left, but according to quantum mechanics, they could flash into and out of existence, producing energy. What is called zero point energy.”

 

“Into and out of existence?” Jennifer seemed little convinced.

 

Bane took the reins. “Quantum physics gets a bit weird. But while the concept seems crazy, the energy is real. Recorded in labs. Around the world, scientists are seeking ways to tap