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) your eg; both of you,' Craterface growled.
They dropped to their knees, Hands on your
ey laced- their fingeig behind their heads, Chick-chick!
Race heard the other Nazi click the safety on his G-11.
en he ad: m step fOfl through the mud behind fe! ptaee the babel of the assault rifle against the back of his head,
'That isn't how it's supposed to happen!' his mind screamed.
I's going so fast. Aren't they supposed to dawdle or something?
Give you a chance. . , a chance... but— Race faced forward, away from the gun, bit his lip and shut his eyes, and gave in to the hopelessness of his situation; and for the end, It came quickly.
Bam !
Nothing happened,
Race's eyes were still closed.
The G-11 had gone off, but for some strange reason—his head was still where it was supposed to be.
And then suddenly—whump!—a body fell down into the mud right next to his kneeling form.
Race immediately opened his eyes and looked behind him and saw Craterface standing there, his gun aimed at the spot where the other Nazi's head had been only moments ago.
The dead Nazi now lay face-down in the mud with an ugly soup of blood and brains oozing out from the hole in the back of his head.
Uli! Renee said standing up and turning over to the Craterface. She hugged him warmly.
Races mind spun. Uli… ?
Then Renee slapped the big-faced Nazi on the chest, Honestly, could he have waited any longer? I was almost jumping out of my skin thesed
'I'm sorry, Renee' Cratefaced Uli said: had to wait until we were far enough from the others or they would have heard
Race turned suddenly to face the mfi
'You're BKA' he said,
'Yes' the big man said, smiling. 'And just saved your life, Professor William Race of New York University. In your bid to save Renee on the catamaran, you tackled the right man. If I'd been a real Nazi, I would have put a bullet in your brain right away. My name is Special Agent Uli Pieck, but around here I am known as Untersharfuhrer Uli Kahr.'
And then suddenly in Race's mind, it all made sense.
'The manuscript,' Race said. 'You're the one who got the BKA their copy of the manuscript.'
'That's right,' Uli said, impressed.
Race recalled Karl Schroeder telling Frank Nash about the BKA's plan to beat the Nazis to the idol. He remembered Schroeder's words clearly: “To do that, we obtained a copy of the Santiago Manuscript and used it to find our way here.'
It was only now, though, that Race realized he should have known from that moment that the BKA had a man inside the Stormtrooper organisation.
The BKA's copy of the manuscript was a Xerox of the actual Santiago Manuscript. But the actual Santiago Manuscript had been stolen from the San Sebastian Abbey in the
French Pyrenees several days earlier by the Stormtroopers, Hence, the Xerox of the manuscript that the BKA had in their possession must have been sent to them by someone within the Nazi organisation.
A spy.
Uli.
'Come on,' Uli said, hurrying over to the body of the fallen Nazi. He quickly stripped the dead man of his weapons, tossing his G-11 and a couple of conventional hand grenades to Renee, and then throwing the Nazi's black kevlar breastplate and Glock-20 pistol to Race. 'Hurry quickly! We have to stop Ehrhardt before he arms the Supernova!'
Heinrich Anistaze and Otto Ehrhardt were standing in one of the glass-enclosed offices inside the boat-house, surrounded by a bank of radio and communications equipment.
In front of them stood Dr Fritz Weber—the former member of Adolf Hitler's atomic bomb project the Nazi scientist who during World War II had conducted excrements on human subjects and been sentenced to death for it. Although his body was eighty-seven years old, hunchbacked aiad gnafleG his mind was as all ice as ever.
Weber held the Incan idol out in front of him
'It's beautiful' he said.
At eighty-seven, Fritz Weber was a decade older than Ehrhardt and two feet shorter. He was a small bespectacled man with lard appraising eyes and a wild Einsteinian mane of hair that flowed all the way down to his shoulders.
