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294 | John W. Warner IV mounted on the navigation panel; below them was another sun compass and moveable chart. We have three chronometers, one with a green face for time inside the ship, another brown one for the world outside, and the blue is for Berlin standard time. Time and space are directly affected […]

Lion, Tiger, Bear | 295 to a mirror shine; a framed photo of Hitler scowled down at him. The seat was equally polished. Hmm, manufactured by the VW works, Wolfsburg, patent #334562. Push lever down. He wiped, flushed, and a rush of freezing compressed nitrogen and vinegar followed. Jesus, thats gotta be a first. Klemperer

296 | John W. Warner IV quartz on the inside of the glass, then the powder was coated with a special silver-based plasma I came up with, leaves a residue. The mixture is precisely placed between a nano­ gold monatomic positive node and a lead-based negative node using the Sacred Cubit as a measurement table.

Lion, Tiger, Bear | 297 ScheissA Oh well, its no matter.Ha-a-a-haa! Stares. Whats wrong with all of you? Its a German physics joke, it doesnt have to be that funny. Schafer, Klemperer, and Baumann laughed. Porsche let out a: Hmmff. Utterly fascinated, Bernie kept staring at the above nodes, their inner workings visible via inspection

256 | John W. Warner IV hide if stolen by thieves. Bloody cold, said Bea. Alice wiped her hands. I told you it would be. I admire these folks, salt of the earth. Bea thought of home back in Kent. If only Mr. Grath could see these flocks and us as third-rate shepherds. Rations on

Lion, Tiger, Bear | 257 With a wood crutch hewn from the strong part of a limb, Bernie watched as a horses hoofs were sawed and mended. He could walk, but with pain. He would ride the horse intermittently, prone atop blankets to ease his backside agony. A young boy tugged at the brass zipper

258 | John W. Warner IV wayward escapee with laughter. In the dark distance of the arrow-straight craggy tunnel she saw a pinpoint of light, an opening a quarter mile or more away she reckoned. She felt the walls of the seven-foot high tunnel; pick and chisel marks maybe. Once outside, she waved for Bea,

Lion, Tiger, Bear | 259 Allo, said Gwafa, hands in the air with scraps of Basra newspaper falling. Behind him were three SS soldiers in tan uniforms, rucksacks, and forage caps, their semi-automatic Walther G41 rifles now cocked with authority. At least they let me finish. Marched to the dig site with their weapons tied

21 At the center of the five hundred-meter-wide star fort was an hexagonal platform with a series of wide stone steps on all six sides still showing some polished shine after millennia. Twelve large, three-sided triangular standing stones each five meters high stood in the center, creating a wondrous henge for mittagessen, which was served

262 | John W. Warner IV polished-clean stainless steel interior just catching the strong midday sun. Schafer poured bubbly into Alices cup while Bea scanned the table. Stocky, he was as ruggedly handsome as the day Bea had met him years ago in Austria, his brown beard the longest of all. Tunic collar frayed, he