Lion, Tiger, Bear | 73 pole right now, its not crucial to the war effort, I need to know about the Middle East. Please, Walter.. .flease. Eyes shut, Hess thought deeply over the course of several minutes feigning memory loss, then decided to trust his friend and former lover to the fullest for the sake of Germanys future. Yes, maybe…something. A strange conversation took place at my home in Berlin during a dinner party my wife threw for me. June of40,1 believe, hot. Haushofer, Speer, and Himmler were there with their wives. Thirty occultists of varying degrees. Everyone was drunk on victory and fine wine except for myself and the Reichsfuhrer. Shameful. An Ahnenerbe man was there, an archeologist or zoologist named Schmitt or Scharffenberger, nein-nein-neinShafer, he and my wife chatted with one another at the table. Drunk, he told her he was soon heading for the Iraq and Iran border via friendly Turkey, yes, let me remember.. .the Zagros Mountains there down south. He boasted he and his commanding general would be looking for something between Iran and Iraq, something ancient and valuable…yes…yes! Something that Alexander was searching for during his march on Persia, something paramount, something important for the Reich. They laughed about it as if it was just a wild fantasy, Haushofer as well. I was too busy with the other important guests to pay attention to their stories at first. Himmler scolded his friend Shafer for drinking, told him to shut up, but the man was feisty, insubordinate even. They talked about a special SS Ahnenerbe team that would soon loot the Baghdad Museum for clay tablets and cylinder seals, and that did get my attention. The brilliant but unstable Shafer had been mentioned in Beas classified report on the Ahnenerbe and her SS Shieldmaiden school. Christ almighty, cylinder seals? Tablets? Alexander the Great? Walter, scheisse, what exactly are they looking for? Hess shook his head, confused. I…Im not sure. Shafer was bragging, pawing at my wife in the kitchen, his hand up her moist crotch. After most of the guests had left, they went upstairs to fuck proper and for once I encouraged it. I love her, adore her.. .but she needs purposeful fulfillment from time to time. Hess became excited, eyes smoldering, hand making a fist. Yes, yes, now I remember! She said to me the next day… he said something about an expedition to a sacred site, archeological ruins perhaps, a top secret mission to a sacred and fearful place, she said, one that could only be painstakingly found by careful and diligent aerial exploration. Not by fast, thirsty aeroplane or-or truck