Lion, Tiger, Bear | 271 fifteen meters away who held a device that looked like a mine detector, his backpack large and heavy. He swept back and forth with the large ring at the end of a rod. Nearby another soldier, seated, looked into a hooded television device that was connected via cable. Impressive new technology, transistorized. Not everything we learn has to be made into weapons, snapped Schafer as the table went silent. He turned back to Bernie. In any case, after luncheon, I will show you and your ladyfriends some evidence of this now-proven theory. What an astounding piece of history we are dining in…a shining example of a once-mighty civilization of our advanced Aryan forebears, ones that enjoyed a fifth-density Prediluvian paradise world with all twelve of our DNA strands active with psychic powers for everyone… just imagine the accomplishments, the sciences alive and intertwined with philosophy, cosmology, and spirituality, ones that we can only Alice motioned for more champagne from a waiter. Any thorium about? The table went dead silent again, the element understood in all languages. Bernie grabbed a handful of his greying hair and pulled. Otvos stood and caught Alices attention. That is none of your business, fraulein. Oh, but it is indeed our business, said Bea, diving in to her Linzer Torte, the best from Vienna with gold leaf atop; a crisp-uniformed waiter plopped a dollop of whipped cream beside it. You see, were here to negotiate the sale of good-quality ore, and hopefully we can reach a deal. Perhaps we can procure the almighty Kahnnhar for you in exchange. Now…why would we sell a rare commodity to an enemy combatant? asked Klemperer politely. Hmm? Ill ask you again, why Sold! yelled Wienert. Laughter again. Bernie sensed Beas distraction and extrapolated. You dont know what were willing to trade. And were not the enemy, not really. Yes, we carried arms, who wouldnt be in these mountains? We represent a private multinational concern, one that charged us to carry a heavy load of gold buried not far from here. Nice and chummy, an old moldy eastern syndicate and secret society based in New England. Im their personal representative. Gold? Ingot or powdered? asked Geer. Huh, the Reichstag has more than enough gold…. grumbled Beger. A geomagnetic specialist lit his pipe. The Allied atomic program is far behind