The Omega Sanction, Andrew Scorah [books to read romance .txt] 📗

when Bane called a halt.

“What is it?” Trotsky asked.

“Sounds of battle up ahead, and I can see several bullet holes in the floor of the pipe. It looks like the pipe comes out into the corridor where the fighting is.”

He saw more bullets pepper the vent as he spoke.

“We’re going to have to go one at a time, when there’s a lull in the fighting, everyone okay with that?”

When all had given their ascent Bane moved off.

The piping was dark, claustrophobic, and hot. The only light was from torches Bane and Trotsky had attached to the barrels of their weapons. Rivulets of sweat ran down his face, which he had to keep wiping away.

Moments later he stopped again. They could all hear it now, amplified within the confines of the pipe. Automatic gunfire, and the occasional pop of a pistol. Bane covered his face as more rounds punctured the metal in front of him.

He waited for the fusillade to cease before scrambling over the punctured section of pipe. When he was across he called back for the others to do the same.

Soon, and without any casualties they were past the battle area. Bane came to a t-junction, decided to go to the right.

Ten more minutes he came to a grill cover, it had movable vented slats, and large enough for them to fit through. The slats were in the closed position at the moment. He fingered them into the open position, and peered through.

Bane could see there was a room full of shelving and equipment stacked on pallets. He judged that they had come far enough for this to be the vault. He could see no signs of life so he figured there must be another room within where the device was.

“Okay, I think we’re here,” he called back, “I’m going to unscrew the cover, be ready for anything once we are in.”

He took a deep breath knowing that in the next few minutes they could all be dead, a thought he did not want to dwell on, so he took out a multi tool device he had found in the maintenance room, and concentrated on unscrewing the cover.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER EIGHT

Chapter 23

 

Koenig paced up and down in front of the device. Word had come to him that Bad Willy was not answering his radio. The man who had brought him the news lay dead, a bullet hole in his back.

He knew there was just one reason Willy would not answer. It was because he was dead. Willy, alongside his brother, had been by Koenig's side for many years. He saw them as his sons. He wished he had time to ensure that whoever had murdered them pay, but he was a professional, the mission came first. He put all thoughts of vengeance aside, and turned to the two physicists.

“Gentlemen, you are going on a little trip with us,” he smiled at the two nervous looking men.

“Hoffman has taught you how to operate the device, yes?”

They nodded.

“Good, since this is going to be a one way trip, I will be needing your knowledge to operate the original device in 1945. Hoffman will remain here to destroy this device so no one can follow us.”

Koenig turned to survey the twenty men of the advance team, his special combat troops, all highly trained, and armed with the most deadly weapons the 21st century could provide, some carried the Heckler & Koch MG4 machine guns, others were armed with the smaller but no less deadly, Heckler & Koch HK416. Glock 17s were their sidearm of choice. Several DM51 hand grenade, phosphorus, smoke, and frag, hung from combat rigs. Underneath their black combat suits, they were protected by lightweight body armour, covering their legs and upper body. Their heads are protected by kevlar helmets.

“You will go into the bunker and secure it, capture Hitler alive and unharmed, I will follow after you, once we have secured the location of the ultimate solution weapon we will now proceed to phase two.”

The men as one saluted, and came to attention.

“We are ready for the transfer,” Hoffman called out from his position by the control console.

Silently, the men filed onto the platform. One man moved to stand next to Koenig, in Bad Willy's absence, he had now become Koenig's bodyguard.

“Time to become part of history my faithful warriors,” Koenig signalled to Hoffman, who manipulated the controls.

The protective wall slid into place. The ozone smell once again filled the room along with the deep hum, and electric crackling.

Koenig clapped his hands, and did a little jig.

“And so it begins.”

He turned to Fairfax who was on his knees near the door.

“As for you my little Colonel, I have changed my mind about your future.”

He pulled out his Glock, and shot Fairfax in the face. The man was launched back against the wall. Half his face disappeared in a cloud of blood and brain matter. The man who was holding the chain attached to the collar around Fairfax’s neck yelped, and jumped away from the mess of the colonels demise.

“You, go join the others.”

The man saluted, and quickly left the room. Koenig turned to face Hoffman.

“The time is upon us old friend, you know what to do?”

The man behind the control panel nodded.

“I do. Mein Fuhrer.”

“Your sacrifice will not be forgotten, your name will be placed at the top of the wall of hero's we shall build when this is all over.”

Hoffman nodded, he returned his attention to the controls.

The wall slid away to reveal the empty platform under the bell.

“I don’t have to recalibrate this time, you can go ahead.”

Koenig saluted Hoffman then with his bodyguard trailing along behind him, strode onto the platform. He nodded, a thrill of excitement flashed up from his innards. This was what Geheime had been working towards for many years, and now he was going to meet his grandfather, and if needs be kill him.

 

Bane emerged from the pipe. Dropping down behind a tower of stacked crates, he immediately moved to cover the others. Across the vault set in the far wall, he saw a large set of shielded double doors guarded by four men.

Moments later, Dr Connelly, the professor, and Trotsky were by his side.

“This is suicide, Adam,” Trotsky said, “What can we do against whoever’s in there?”

“What ever we can, they won’t be expecting us to get this far,” he turned to look at Connelly and the professor, “You two wait here while me and Trot deal with the guards and who ever’s in that room.”

“No way, I’m coming with you, it’s safer.”

Jennifer looked at Professor Gyler. He pushed his glasses up his nose, and nodded.

“I’m with Dr Connelly, and anyway once you’re in there you may need us.”

Bane shook his head, but realised he had no choice.

“Okay, stay behind us though, and if you have to shoot, make sure me or Trot are not in the way.”

A loud humming noise could be heard from the room. The guards ignored it, remaining in place, looking out into the room.

Using hand signals, Bane indicated for Trotsky to cross the room to the other side. They would come at the guards in a pincer movement. Hopefully they could take them out with the minimum of fuss.

They set off, keeping low. Moving between the high racking shelves, and scattered pallets. Jennifer stayed with him, while the professor trailed behind Trotsky.

It took a few minutes for Bane to move into the place he had selected to launch his attack on the door guards. Jennifer and Bane were three crates away from the door, crouched down behind a pile of engine parts for some unknown craft.

Bane signalled to Jennifer that he was about to engage the guards when the sound of a cry, and the clang of metal from across the room made him hold his position.

The guards moved away from the wall. Weapons raised.

Now they faced away from Bane as they moved towards the source of the sound. He bursts out from behind the machine parts, opening fire as he dashed towards them. Trotsky appeared from out of the shelving to Banes left, adding his fire. The four guards went down, twisting and jerking as their bullets punctured skin, snapped bones and tore apart their insides.

Bane looked over to where the guards had been heading, to see a sheepish looking Professor Guyler picked himself up from the floor.

“I tripped, sorry.”

“You two, stay out here until I call.”

Bane turned away, and along with Trotsky, headed for the entrance the men had been guarding. Both took out a flash grenade before taking up positions either side of the open door. Bane indicated for Jennifer and the professor to take cover.

He counted off three on his fingers before both pulled the pins and hurled them into the room. Not knowing how many would be waiting for them, this would even up the odds.

Bane closed his eyes and turned away. The crump of the grenade was loud. A single cry of surprise was taken up. Smoke billowed out of the doorway. They dashed into the room. Weapons raised, and tracking, searching for targets.

Through the haze of the grenades aftermath, they saw the room was deserted except for one man. He was rising from the floor next to a computer workstation. He was unarmed.

“Don’t move!” Bane called out.

The man was rubbing his eyes, and appeared confused from the effects of the flash.

“You’re too late, they’ve gone back,” the man said in halting English, “And I’ve set the device to overload, we’re all going to die now.”

Bane looked to the giant bell shaped device, hanging from chains. It was vibrating, and giving off a blue light. Electric arcs jumped from the Tesla coils attached to the ceiling, and connected the bell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER NINE

Chapter 24

 

Rogan and Webb watched the chopper vanish into the distance before going to the van liveried with the decal of the Western Virginia Water Authority. The pilot had called ahead to make sure the vehicle was waiting for them.

They had put down in a deserted car park on the shore of Carvins Cove Reservoir. It was the only out of the way location they could find close to their destination.

Rogan opened the rear of the van and tossed Webb a pair of overalls.

“Put these on. This way we won’t attract attention to ourselves”

She was looking at him as if he had gone mad.

“What, here?”

He looked at her, then shook his head, “Sorry, I’m not used to working with women, change in the back of the van, I’ll stay out here.”

Webb climbed in the van and shut the door. The rear was cramped with tools and pieces of equipment making it awkward to change clothes. After a few minutes of twisting and turning she managed it.

Leaving the van, she found Rogan field stripping a Heckler and Koch MP 5 on a nearby picnic table. He was now wearing his own set of water authority overalls.

“Is that thing really going to be necessary?”

“I like to be prepared for all eventualities, so yes it is.”

She watched in silence as he expertly reassembled the gun. There was something about Rogan that made her feel safe, but how long they would stay safe, she did not know. Inside, she was terrified especially knowing what seemed like the full weight of the Federal Government was being levied against them.

“What do we do now?”

He finished reassembling the gun, then looked up at her.

“We carry on, go talk with this Kammler.”

“And if federal agents come after us?”

“We make sure they don’t catch us. Come on, time to go.”

He walked over, and climbed into the driver's side of the van. Webb joined him.

Rogan handed her a Glock 17.

“You do know how to handle a gun. Right?”

“Of course I do.”

She took the weapon, pulling back the slide to check a bullet was chambered.

Rogan secured his weapon before