Lion, Tiger, Bear | 287 Rodmann. Berlin University, theoretical physics, newly drummed into the Vril Works. Bernie thrust out his hand again. Herr Gerlach, Bernie Rodgers. All three of us are honored to meet you, and we are passionate enthusiasts of your Unified Field Theory and its various applications. He shook it. Huh? Ja-ja. Lets go Ferdinand, I need a bath, and so do you. Piled into a truck, Bernie looked up at a sheer cliff face as the lead car stopped and honked three times. The tracks go right into the rock face. Doggonit, I dont get it, why Suddenly the rock wall split with a loud electric whirring sound. Two massive doors opened, craggy ones painted to match their rocky surroundings, a masterpiece of camouflage. Jesus, they must be aluminum, and two hundred feet tall! As they entered the facility, Bernie noticed the inner steel frames that held the aluminum skins, the doors on motorized tracks, the giant chains, looking like oversized bicycle ones. From altitude the doors would be invisible. After a hundred meters travel inside, Bea stood eyes wide, emotion coloring her voice. By Athenas moist thighs, Ill never underestimate you ever again, old sod, never. Before her was a sight she would never forget. High off the ground, twin counter rotating propellers on a single shaft, twelve thick blades each and both props eight meters in diameter, were rotated by hand, the six ground crew inspecting each of the twenty- four blunt-end blades for nicks and stress cracks on a tall gantry. Surrounding the props on the narrowed stern fuselage were twelve equidistant vertical fins, each painted red with a swastika in a white circle. Crikes, thats a big un all right, gasped Alice. Nice job, Rodgers, Tesla would be proud of you. See the curved blades, Drumm? High efficiency at extreme rpm, I reckon. Its.. .dare I say,beautiful. Jaw agape, Bernie had no words. The elegant fluted hullan extruded, tapered octagonof the 150-meter airship glistened a faint blue-silver under industrial electric lights like an oversized jeweled fountain pen, its beam an estimated fifteen meters, he thought. Yes, fifteen for sure. A row of port holes and rear observation windows showed much activity inside, and four large Kriegsmarine anchor chains, each link a hefty half meter long, secured the floating craft to steel plates bolted to the solid iron mountings buried deep in the ground and walls. Luftwaffe personnel scampered up the midsections