334 | John W. Warner IV with Klemperer and his men. Bea grabbed her mop of blond. Youre coming with us, Dolly. Hope you brought a damn parka Klemperer turned. He quickly re-thought his situation. What the hell, Hl go with you. You wont regret it. Schafer then waved to his scientists, who pleaded with him to join the exodus. Ill see you there someday, he yelled. Hot schokolade, kameraden. Paradise!Youre a damn fool! yelled Weinert, who then grabbed his rucksack and ran. Fuck you, Himmler, and Antarctica! Geer said to Ernst: I go with you. No point freezing and starving with them. Come on, Ernst, lets go! yelled Bernie, leading the girls by the hand and descending a bastion. The Bear is protected by his electro-bubble, yes? Theoretically, yes, said Klemperer, dropping down and rolling in the dust. Well find out! Everyone ran as the earthquake intensified. Two trucks stood waiting. As Bernie opened the door, a fissure opened and swallowed him and the truck. Bea and Alice grabbed his bad leg and pulled. Dirt filled his mouth. Klemperer and Schafer grabbed his other leg. To the other truck, yelled Schafer. They piled in. Let Bea drive! yelled Bernie, mouth clear, spitting blood and dirt. Bea put her foot on the starter pedal. It whined and came to life. Alice rode shotgun. Easy old girl, mind the socking potholes, said Alice in a calm voice. Just like the hill climb, smooth and fast. In first gear she floored it, both sets of double rear wheels spun dust, the diesel Mercedes engine roaring. As the valley floor began to liquify with vibration, Bea evaded fissures and sinkholes, weaving hard, the steering wheel vibrating, the wheels slipping as if on ice. Second gear. She sped up, gaining speed. Third gear. Faster. As the surrounding hills and peaks shed streams of boulders, the left hangar door unfastened itself, buckled, and crashed down as dozens of personnel ran for their lives in all directions. Many were swallowed by pits or flattened by multi-ton rolling boulders. A bloodbath. Look out! cried Alice as Bea yanked the wheel hard. A boulder the size of a locomotive rolled just ahead of them, then shattered into chunks. One chunk grazed them, smashing into the side-mounted spare, cracking the windshield.