Sam held in a scoff at the peculiar choice of words that would usually have him making some snide remark. Nina’s large dark eyes watched Sam. He could see that she was very upset at his apparent betrayal at not taking the vial of antidote she had given him, but he had his reasons for not trusting Purdue after what he had put them through in Bruges.
Purdue knew what Bloem was talking about. With a heavy demeanor he took out the pen-like spyglass and activated it, using the infrared to ascertain the thickness of the door. Then he laid his eye behind the small glass peephole while the rest of the group waited in anticipation, still hounded by the eerie circumstances that had the dogs barking madly well away from them.
Purdue set the second button under his finger without moving his eyes from the spyglass and a faint red dot appeared on the door’s bolt.
“Laser cutter,” Wesley smiled. “Very cool.”
“Please, do hurry, Mr. Purdue. And when you are done I shall relieve you of that wondrous implement,” Bloem said. “I could use such a prototype for my peers to clone.”
“And who might your peers be, Mr. Bloem?” Purdue asked while the beam sank into the solid steel with a yellow glow that rendered it weak on impact.
“The very same people you and your friends tried to outrun in Belgium the night you were to deliver Renata,” Bloem said, the sparks of the molten steel glimmering in his eyes like hellfire.
Nina held her breath and looked at Sam. Here they were back in the company of the council, the obscure judges of the Black Sun’s management, after Alexandr thwarted their planned relinquishing of the shamed leader, Renata, to be deposed by them.
If we were on a chess board now, we’d be fucked, Nina thought, hoping that Purdue knew where Renata was. Now he would have to deliver her to the council, instead of helping Nina and Sam surrender her to the Brigade Apostate. Either way, Sam and Nina were now in a compromising position that resulted in a lose-lose outcome.
“You hired Agatha to find the journal,” Sam said.
“Yes, but it was hardly what we were interested in. It was, as you say, the old bait and switch. I knew if we hired her for such a venture, she would no doubt need her brother’s help to find the journal, when in fact Mr. Purdue was actually the relic we were seeking,” Bloem explained to Sam.
“And now that we are all here, we might as well see what you were hunting down here under Wewelsburg before we conclude our business,” Wesley added from behind Sam.
In the distance the dogs yelped and whined while the turbine hummed on. It gave Nina an overwhelming feeling of dread and hopelessness that matched the drab and morose location perfectly. She looked up at Joost Bloem and uncharacteristically she held her temper in check, “Is Agatha all right, Mr. Bloem? Is she still in your custody?”
“Yes, she is in our custody,” he replied with a quick glance to appease her, but his omission about Agatha’s welfare was an ominous portent. Nina looked at Purdue. His lips were pursed in apparent concentration, but as his ex-girlfriend she knew his body language — Purdue was distraught.
The door gave a deafening clank that echoed deep in the bowels of the maze, breaking for the first time the silence of decades that possessed the miserable atmosphere. They stood back as Purdue, Wesley, and Sam pushed the heavy loose door with short bursts of force. Finally it gave way and went crashing to the other side, whipping up years of dust and scattered yellowed paper. None of them dared enter first, though the musty chamber was lit by the same series of electrical wall lights as the tunnel.
“Come on, let’s see what’s inside,” Sam pressed, holding his camera at the ready. Bloem let go of Nina and stepped through with Purdue at the wrong end of his barrel. Nina waited for Sam to pass her, before she lightly gripped his arm, “What are you doing?” He could tell she was furious at him, but something in her eyes attested that she refused to believe Sam would deliberately bring the council to them.
“I’m here to record our discoveries, remember?” he said sharply. He waved the camera at her, but his eyes directed her to the digital display screen of it, where she could see that he was shooting stills of their captors. Should they need to blackmail the council or should any eventuality call for photographic evidence, Sam was taking as many shots of the men and their doings as long as he could pretend to treat the encounter as a common job.
Nina nodded, and she followed him into the stuffy chamber.
Tiles lined the floor and walls, while the ceiling hosted a dozen pairs of fluorescent tubes of stark white light, now reduced to flickering flashes inside their tainted plastic covers. The explorers forgot momentarily who they were, all marveling at the sight with equal admiration and awe.
“What is this place?” Wesley asked, as he lifted the cold, tarnished surgical instruments in an old kidney dish. Above him a decrepit operating light stood mute and dead, riddled by cobwebs of eras gathered between its extremes. The tiled floor had awful stains on it, some which looked like dried blood and others that resembled spillage from chemical containers that had eaten slightly into the floor.
“It looks like a research facility of sorts,” Purdue answered, having seen, and managed, his fare share of similar operations.
“Of what? Super soldiers? There are many signs of human experimentation here,” Nina noted as she winced at the slightly ajar fridge doors on the far wall. “Those are morgue refrigerators, some body bags stacked over there…”
“And ripped-up clothing,” Joost mentioned from where he stood, peeking over the edge of what looked like laundry hampers. “Oh Christ, the fabric smells like shit. And big pools of blood where the collars are. I think Dr. Gould is right — human experimentation, but I doubt they were done on Nazi troops. The clothing in here looks like what prisoners of concentration camps were wearing mostly.”
Nina’s eyes looked up in contemplation as she tried to recall what she knew about the concentration camps near Wewelsburg. Softly, her tone emotional and sympathetic, she shared what she did know about those who probably wore the torn bloody clothing.
“I know that prisoners were used as laborers for the construction of Wewelsburg. They could very well be the people Sam claimed to feel down here. They were brought in from Niederhagen, some others from Sachsenhausen, but all to make up a labor force to construct what was speculated to be more than just the castle. Now that we found all this, and the tunnels, it appears that the rumors were true,” she told her male companions.
Wesley and Sam both looked very uncomfortable about their surroundings. Wesley crossed his arms and rubbed the chill from his upper arms. Sam just resorted to his camera, taking more shots of the mildew and rust inside the morgue refrigerators.
“Looks like they were used for more than hard labor,” Purdue said. He pulled aside a lab coat that was hanging against the wall and found behind it, a thick crevice etched deep into the wall.
“Torch,” he ordered no-one in particular.
Wesley passed him a flashlight, and as Purdue shone it into the hole he choked on the stench of stagnant water and the rot of old bones decayed within it.
“Jesus! Look at this!” he coughed, and they congregated around the hole to find the remains of what looked like twenty people. He counted twenty skulls, but there could be more.
“There was an instance where a few Jews from Salzkotten were said to have been locked in the Wewelsburg dungeon in the late 1930s,” Nina speculated when she saw it. “But they reportedly made it to Buchenwald’s camp afterward. Reportedly. We always thought the dungeon referred to was the vault under the Obergruppenführersaal, but maybe it was this place!”
In all their amazement at what they found, the group neglected to notice that the incessant barking of the dogs had ceased instantly.