168 | John W. Warner IV Bernie took a deep breath, thinking deeply and hard. No. No I dont. But the Germans are up to their usual mischief in any case. The metaphysical word is theyre getting high-end technical assistance from someone, and I suspect the worst from their Vril Society head gal Maria Orsic. Remember her photo? He tipped up his cap. Yeah, a real dish. A Nordic type. Long hair like Rita Hayworth. Longer. Tesla told me a while back the Vril longhair channelers are the link in the system, the hair having some sort of… of antenna-like quality, they get the real psychic dope from above, so to speak, as did he, but for a.-price. Just like the Seven Sisters of ancient Greece chewing laurel leaves and getting high so they could verbal access the universe. Hess told me the Germans call it ProjektMajik.]ust run-of-the-mill access to ye old Universal Consciousness, and of course, other more unsavory types like mercenaries. Get it? Simpson fiddled with his hatband, a habit he had picked up from Bernie when they were young ensigns. Mmm, sorta-kinda. He took another deep breath. As far as I know thats the way its been done for countless millenniamob middlemen with moxie in on the deal. Bernie looked him in the eyes. Its just nuts and bolts psychic stuff, Allan, no great shakes, okay? We use em, but the Krauts use em better. Both sides of the fight supposedly get very quiet technical help from what I call outta town folks, so to speak. Have you ever met Capm Hillenkoetter? Roscoe? Just a handshake. Hes attached to Nimitzs intelligence staff, we became drinking buddies during my stint in D.C. He and I met with Einstein at the Cosmos Club after a small closed meeting with Marshall and a few select senators. It was a Gearey. You missed it because you were stomach sick, remember? The three of us snuck out and had a very private lunch afterwards at Martins Tavern, birds of a feather. Hillenkoetter had quietly invited an Army Air Corps colonel, Hoyt Vandenberg, but I didnt know him. Apparently hes another wild bird. We were all Simpsons eyes flared. You did what? Alfred is never supposed to be alone without bodyguards! German spies and assassins are all over that town. Christ, you and your damn bullshitting Look, eccentric genius or not, the man wanted a fuckin decent hamburger, his guards were at the bar and we used the kitchen entrance. They had the back room