Lion, Tiger, Bear | 317 bestial manservant in Argentina, he will not care a whit. Once in Argentina the black man can go his own way, Ill provide him ample funds. Poppels not going with us down south once the mining operation shuts down. Good riddance to the swine I say. Bernie slowly turned to face them. Wait…why not? Poppels not with you in this plan? An uncomfortable pause; sounds of heavy machinery and work outside. Geer cleaned his nails with a knife tip. His responsibility.. .is the thorium mine here, but in five months they will have more than enough ore stockpiled in Pilzen for dozens of bombs and plasma accelerators. Then he will slaughter the Arab prisoners working the mine. Hell probably be assigned to the Skoda Works overseeing Kammler, the atomic scientists, and others under General Mazuws overall command in Czecho. Hes not.. .one of us. Knife tip met table, a wobble. One of who? asked Bea. What are these twojilly-jabbering twits up to? Shafer drum rolled his fingers on the table over and over, thinking. Hes not… one of the wera breed of Germans. But I will ask you to let this go if only to further our original Oh, really? asked Alice. Like a pure-bred Pekinese? For the life of me, Ill never understand your Byzantine nonsensical Nazi hierarchy. Bernie crossed his arms. Ditto. Geer said: Why would you? You three cannot begin to unders New breed, eh? interrupted Bea. Your Aryan caste system expands yet again? She leaned in and looked to Geer. Youve measured so many Tibetan skulls for racial purity with that idiot Beger, perhaps now you should measure your own for sanity. Bernie and Alice chuckled. Spoken like someone who should know replied Geer. Go on, tell them all of it, Ernst. If we cant trust the enemy,who can we? Digging up the last vestiges of her Cambridge drama club skills, Bea gave Schafer a look of sincere fondness, then slid the ring back on. Stressed, Schafer sharply inhaled and sighed with vigor. Fine, what does it matter at this point? I wanted to wait until…dammt. All of us scientists have quietly joined… Go on, whispered Geer. Bitte, Ernst. Please. …an underground breakaway group, the Neuschwabenlanders they call themselves. How do I explain this? It is so…con-vo-lut-ed. He paused for a moment,