Beneath Still Waters (Rogue Angel, Book 55)
Alex Archer, Joe Nassise
A wrecked German bomber...key to the secrets and techniques of the 3rd Reich?
All it took used to be one cellphone name and television convey host and archaeologist Annja Creed is in mortal possibility. Her manufacturer Doug Morrell has been kidnapped by way of a grasping treasure hunter who's looking the misplaced raubgold, or looted gold of Nazi Germany. The phrases are basic: retrieve the bounty and Doug lives. Fail, and he dies...
Now Annja and her pals needs to discover a lacking German fighter airplane that was once shot down over the Alps in 1945. based on legend, the airplane not just holds a cargo of gold the Nazis had stolen, but in addition carried the final letters of the führer himself. Letters that time to a extra startling treasure buried underwater midway world wide. yet Annja isn't drawn to treasure, or maybe unearthing historical relics. Annja has one time table: get Doug out alive...even if it capability drawing her sword from its otherworldly sheath. whether it potential loss of life.
Because as soon as greed drives a guy to violence, not anything will cease him...
was once no mistaking the identification of the fellow seated in the back of the desk. while Brandt’s mind stuck up with what his eyes already knew, he snapped to recognition and whipped out a near-perfect salute. “Heil Hitler!” The chief of the 3rd Reich waved in go back and thought of his customer for a second. ultimately, he spoke. “They inform me you're a stable pilot. Is that true?” Brandt thought of it for a second after which shrugged. “I’ve survived up to now. I don’t be aware of if that makes me an exceptional pilot or simply a.
Honor at the back of the table, a Nazi flag on a stand on both sides. Memorabilia lined the partitions: conflict flags and images and a couple of wrestle medals from various devices. Annja leaned in to take a more in-depth examine one of many photos and recoiled in horror whilst she well-known it as a picture of the famed front gate to the Auschwitz loss of life camp, the slogan Arbeit Macht Frei, paintings Makes One loose, sincerely noticeable above the gate. It took all of her attempt to maintain her expression impartial as.
The attackers stopped to reload. Annja peeked up over the sting of the car’s window simply in time to determine one of many thugs take a bullet to the throat and fall backward in a sprig of blood. One down, to head. The shot needed to have come from Garin as the final gunmen by surprise targeted their fireplace at the desk he was once hiding at the back of. Bits of wooden went flying every time a bullet struck its objective, which used to be usually. Annja was hoping he used to be o.k. as she moved round the rear of the car.
Her existence jacket, then struck out swimming within the path that she’d final obvious Paul. It was once gradual going. The waves fought her at each flip, as though they understood her target and have been doing every little thing of their strength to maintain her from attaining it. She’d swim ahead ten yards, then get driven again 5 via the subsequent swell, so she used to be consistently attempting to regain flooring that she’d simply misplaced. regardless of the existence jacket, she used to be regularly being swept lower than via waves crashing over her head. If she.
Set fireplace to the boat! Have made up our minds to attempt and get my males out whereas our attackers are another way occupied and sooner than we die of smoke inhalation. My plan is to ship them out 4 at a time throughout the get away hatch, with myself and Lieutenant Pieske being the final to desert send. the boys were recommended to swim for the south part of the cove and rendezvous there for the hike inland to the bottom. That was once it; after that, there weren’t the other entries within the logbook. If the captain and his.