Tesla, Jason Walker [reading cloud ebooks TXT] 📗

Both he and Mr Eiffel were involved in secret societies, working together to bring the Statue of Liberty into existence!

And Tesla was brought into the task for a specific reason too! The United States Government wanted to develop a wireless communications system in the Statue of Liberty with which to locate saboteurs and spies. Mr Eiffel had suggested that Nikola Tesla be brought into the project after hearing so much about his abilities, but he had kept his distance from him as a matter of precaution while working on the project. Mr Tesla didn’t need to know who had recommended him for the top-secret job.

However, after the work was completed, he had invited Tesla to France, so they could create a similar device for the Eiffel Tower and catch German spies during the beginning years of World War I.

As Darren soon learned, Mr Eiffel had designed the outside supporting structure and the internal metal structure for the base that would hold up the Statue of Liberty. “That’s unbelievable,” he said to himself as he closed the file after taking a look at pictures of the Statue of Liberty and the Eiffel Tower.

As he looked at his wristwatch, he saw that it was getting on in the afternoon. If it wasn’t for his timepiece, he would have had no idea what time of day it was because it was always dark where he was.

Over beside his rucksack, there was also a shoe box that he’d wanted to go through, so he got up and walked over to it and took the top off it. What he saw in there was years’ worth of personal photographs. The collection featured a photo of a young, majestic Skorzeny in full SS Nazi military dress, next to his führer, Adolph Hitler. Then, there were photos of Reinhard Gehlen—an SS spy and assassin—beside Dr Joseph Mengele—the Angel of Death—and Martin Bormann—a Hitler aide and SS assassin. There was also a picture of Adolph Hitler . . . photographed in 1997 at age 107. That caught Darren’s attention immediately.

According to what was written on the back of the photo, it had been taken during a “reunion” at the Lake McDonald Lodge in Glacier National Park, Montana, on August 27, 1997. According to Skorzeny, Adolph Hitler was alive and well in the US in 1997! Either that or it had been a clone. Darren couldn’t say which was more likely.

The next picture he looked at was blown out to an 8x10 size. There were names written underneath each person. This one said that there was a young Skorzeny alongside images of Mengele, Bormann, and the family of George H. Scherrf. Seated in their midst was a young teenager with the name George H. Scherrf Junior written beneath him.

On the back of the print were some interesting comments. In typewriter font, a paper that had been glued onto the back said that George Scherff Junior had been trained as a spy and sent to America to work for Adolph Hitler and that False identification was provided to George H. Scherrf, junior to ensure that it was believed that George Scherff Senior was his real father. Below that there was one more sentence that changed everything. George Scherff Senior changed his name to Prescott Bush, and his son also changed his name to George Herbert Walker Bush—the forty-first president of the United States.

They even went so far as to forge a birth certificate! They were in the box. Somebody had accumulated all kinds of pictures that showed who the Nazis had become after they’d been brought to America. This was game-changing information Mathews thought to himself as he sat back against a wall and absorbed the information that he’d just discovered. George Herbert Walker Bush wasn’t just the forty-first president of the United States. He’d also been the director of the CIA, which had been made up in part by Odessa. This proved that the Fourth Reich—i.e., the Order of the Black Sun—had infiltrated the United States and taken control of it while imposing economic slavery, making long-term plans for a global takeovers. “That means that we didn’t win World War II. They just changed it to an economic war! Bloody hell!” Darren said out loud.

The information was eye-opening stuff, and he quickly forgot about his eerie surroundings, becoming completely absorbed in these papers.

As he put down the picture, he saw another one of Hitler beside a plane. Underneath it was the caption “Escaped to Austria in a plane flown by a female pilot, Hanna Reitsch.” It wasn’t Hitler that had died in the command post in 1945 but his double—shot between the eyes. Bang!

This was the discovery of a lifetime! “Jesus H. Christ!” Darren said in amazement.

Underneath the pictures were several file folders, but the first one that he looked at was written in Italian, so he put that one down and gave it a pass. The next one, however, had a lot more information about Vatican-Nazi collusion, and there were pictures of many priests who had helped smuggle the Nazi’s out of Europe. There were also pictures of a Nazi U-boat commander, and at the bottom of one of his pictures was the name Al Bielek. At first, it wasn’t clear to Darren why this man would be of importance, but then Darren looked at several more pictures of him and saw that he was photographed beside multiple gold bars. Had the Nazis been moving gold via U-boats?

For two more hours, he studied what was inside those folders until he was so exhausted that he fell asleep with the headlamp on and the papers still in his lap. Apparently, Al Bielek had been captured by the French and handed over to the Americans in the middle of the war. He must have been carrying some heavy secrets because the documents that Mathews read indicated that the U-boat commander was given his same rank and was put to work in the American Navy and soon after that he was placed into the Philadelphia experiment, which Nikola Tesla had also been a part of. Darren’s brain shut down on him after all that reading, so he stopped and went to bed, but his mind was still going as he tried to put the giant puzzle together.

At 7 a.m. the next morning Mathews was disturbed from his sleep by a loud noise that had suddenly come from somewhere much deeper in the facility. The second time he heard it, he reached for his daypack and took out his gun. He checked his magazine and confirmed that it was loaded. Then, he cocked his weapon and put the safety on.

He rose from where he had been resting and slowly walked out into the hallway. For the first few seconds, there was no noise. Then, he heard it again and was surprised that it wasn’t someone banging on the entrance but coming from the bowels of the facility. It warranted further investigation, so he put his daypack on and headed out with his flashlight in one hand and his side arm in the other.

He walked down the corridor and made it to the stairs, which took him down to the other levels. He heard the sound again and knew that something was making that noise as if it wanted to be released from something. Could there be somebody else down there locked away in a cell?

Mathews took his time descending the stairs until he reached level four. The banging sound seemed to be coming from there. Cautiously, he cast his flashlight up the hallway in front of him and saw many doors that were entrances to other rooms.

One by one, he started testing each door handle to see whether or not it was locked. There were several that weren’t, which he went into briefly to have a look around. When Darren saw that they were empty, he left them and continued on with his search until he came upon the last room.

The last room was empty too, but it had shelving, whereas the others did not. Suddenly, there was a loud banging noise coming from inside the room that he was looking into, but it was empty. There was nothing in there. Darren decided to use his light to illuminate part of the back wall, and he watched it carefully. Another loud bang moved him back away from the door, and that’s when he decided to employ his old military trick.

Taking off his bag Mathews quickly pulled out a plastic container, which had a wine-tipped thin cigar and some matches inside it. He lit it with a lighter that was in the same pouch. Darren drew back and filled his lungs with smoke and then kneeled down to the bottom of the door. Then he blew smoke underneath it until his lungs were empty.

Darren repeatedly took drags from his cigar and blew smoke under the door. Then, he put out the cigar on the cement floor beside him and then put it into the plastic container. After that, he picked up his flashlight and stood back up again. He reached for his daypack again and put his plastic container back into the daypack.

The beam of light illuminated the floor inside the room and revealed laser beams dissecting the room before him. There were silent alarms everywhere. There was no way he was going in there. He knew that a facility like this would have some kind of sensors in play somewhere, and the Australian had finally found the second area that was being electronically monitored.

Suddenly, another loud bang came from within the room. Something had to be behind that shelving unit. Perhaps it was a secret room Darren wondered but he had no intention of finding out. Things had gotten out of his control, and there was way too much risk to be staying in the silo any longer. He would soon be a father.

The countdown had begun. Doing a tactical withdrawal was the right move. His old man, who had served in the Special Air Service during the Vietnam War, had given him the rules that determined when it was time to leave . . . and now was that time for him.

As Darren climbed up the stairs to the top level, he wondered if he had somehow triggered whatever was behind the false wall. Could it have smelled his food or his coffee? Maybe it had sensed his presence somehow?