286 | John W. Warner IV never knew, the people, the ordinary walk, and.. .111 always remember that. Porsche looked to the group of SS and German contractors inspecting the new portable crane, his heart sinking. He lowered his voice. The SS? Yes, I…know.Theyve given us many thousands of starved Russian prisoners to work the VW factory since most of our workers have been drafted for service. The SS treats them horribly, shoots a few laggards, the weak and sick. Ferry and I despair in silence, but what can we do? Our young soldiers at the front, they need.. .we give them She grabbed his lapels and said quietly, forcefully: Dont ever cross them whatever you do, theyll imprison your family, shoot all of you as traitors.Theyre fanatical madmen. Their Norse religion and sick A guard harshly pulled her away. No touching permitted, fraulein. Porsche put up his palms. Its fine. What the devil are you doing out here in these dusty mountains, Beatrice? Me? Well, I was taking a crack at herding goats when… A hand extended slowly and gently. Professor, weve met before. Bernie Rodgers.He squinted. Ah yes, the American who insured ships for Lloyds of London. And you, my dear? She kissed his cheek. Alice Drummond. Beas sister-in-arms, so to speak. We met at the mountain race in Austria. Porsche smiled for the first time in a long while. I remember.The Grossglockner Hill Climb. Yes-yes, I remember well the good times now pastHans Stuck having fallen in the mud, Beatrices fast run uphill, Manfred pissed as hell, Lutz laughing at it all. Im so sorry to reunite in times of war, this.. .horrible war. The smile faded. Schafer arrived with. Gerlach. Herr Professor, an honor to meet you. I see you already know our dearest Uta. I was her instructor at the SS school in Austria. Zoology, anthropology, archeology, and metaphysics. Porsche squinted at him too. Uta? Ah, yes, the school. . .Walter here has informed me about the many odd SS programs. It seems my security classification has been uprated recently. Well, Im no occultist or mystic, that you can be sure of. I cany tools. He pointed to a crate with his name stamped upon it. Next to it stood a Kriegsmarine chief engineer, Kapitanleutnant Banner, his assistant from his U-Boat engineering days. Come, Ferdinand, theyre waiting for us, your famous tin can Kubel awaits, said Gerlach, his two young physicists behind him. My right hand Lappe, and left hand