332 | John W. Warner IV the bomb downwards at high speed. It penetrated three meters of stone, the shaped- charge warhead digging deeper. A huge explosion resulted, sending rock and debris everywhere for three hundred meters in all directions. uScheisse on toast, thats one way to do it, cried Bea over the din, dirt and debris covering her in a hailstorm. Alice had her head in Beas lap, Bernie covering them both. A small earthquake erupted, then quickly faded. Boots splayed apart, Poppel stood over the trench on top of a pointed glacis wall. All you so-called scientists listen to me, they say in Berlin youre all geniuses to a man, well,/rove it. Get to work! At the end of a long rope, Klaus Schmidt wiggled through large chunks of pink granite with a flashlight. When he hit bottom fifteen meters below, he yelled: Im in! Theres room for three men. The floor is made of ornate tilestheyre something to behold! A small tremor hit, then dissipated. Whats going on, Ernst? asked Bea, as everyone at the edge of the round crater began to mumble. Im not sure… He cupped his hands and shouted below. Edmund, check for any odd vibrations and irregular frequencies. Geer and a fellow geologist rammed probes into the ground of the sunken dry moat. With earphones he listened, then watched a dial on the Waveform Tester. Nothing. We found something! yelled Schmidt. Bruno Beger and Karl Weinert accompanied him. Beger used a pick axe to pull away debris while Weinert held an electric lamp on a long cord. As they dug furiously; something black emerged from a wall. Geer used a rock hammer to carve a small furrow on the hard object, most of which was still buried. It glowed a shine. Its silver.. .its silver, by Gott. We found a silver pillar! Schmidt yelled up the hole. Ernst! We found one! Geer listened carefully with the headphones; suddenly a signal sounded, then many of them, a torrent. The dial needled off the scale. Nein…nein?He threw down his headphones, and looked to his colleague. The nodal point, the fucking Ley Lines. ..the