Lion, Tiger, Bear I 71 Brasil off southern Ireland, find parts of western Atlantis off Cuba, Poseidonis. Rebuild all pyramids and bastion forts to their former grandeur and restore the Earths energy and defensive grid once again. Resurrect theTuaoi Firestone and create another peaceful Aryan-ruled paradise of the world. He then sat, exhausted. Easy now, Walter, thats a big wish list. Anyway, how savage can the Russians be if they spawned geniuses like Tolstoy, Pushkin, and Dostoyevsky? Restored St. Petersburg to glory from ancient rubble? Bernie massaged Hesss shoulders for a minute. They have a small, intimate occult division at MI6 now, its headed by a brigadier I know and trust. Hess laughed. Finally, some progress! Perhaps they arent as stupid and inane as they appear to be. You do know they keep a doppelganger of me locked up near London. Yes, an Austrian. They dye his hair, and he really does look like you except for your bullet scar. Hell draw any assassination.attempts his way, not yours. Paid well. I had enough attempts on me back in Germany. Ill never understand why you and the American Navy Intelligence put up with the English brats and their silly schoolboy games. Politics, but they have their moments. Bernie sat quiet for a while, then said: Its none of my business, but you and Hitler were very close friends, did Hess coughed hard. There was a time in the early days, the Freikorps days, when I was somewhat attracted to him, Bernard, but the feelings were not reciprocated, I mostly admired his luminescent aura, his sense of greatness and invincibility, in his presence one could sense the possibilities soon to manifest. We co-wrote Mein Kampf together in prison, and for a while we were two halves of the same Teutonic whole, a twin flame. But he has only one love, one desire: Power. He told me he sexually ejaculates at the pinnacle of a speech. Tm going to try and forget that bit.Bernie nodded and fiddled with his hatband that contained a hidden strip of actionable code numbers. Tm heading for Cairo soon, Walter. And.. .1 need your help. Ah-h-h, Cairo, C-a-i-r-o, so near my boyhood paradise in Alexandria. The warm hazy sunsets behind the pyramids, the lazy Nile on a sailboat with good Egyptian tea and fresh crusty bread. The old colorful mystics, eyes red with tobacco and hashish, sipping coffee and smoking hookahs into the night discussing Hermetic wisdom and earthly