“I’d love some, please, Sam,” Nina said softly.
The three of them cruised over the Adriatic Sea in the posh yacht belonging to one of the members of the Black Sun; one of those wicked, wealthy, and hateful Nazis hiding in ARK and waiting for the outside world population to die. But there was no genocidal happy ending for Italy’s order members. In fact, the biblical flood had a second serving of evil to flush out.
“What do you mean you are bad at reading blueprints?” Nina asked timidly, as her hands hugged her coffee cup.
“When I oversaw the construction of ARK, I might have neglected to close the bottom sluices after lockdown,” Purdue said with a shrug.
“Oh, my,” Nina replied. “That could be problematic.”
“Right about now, in fact,” Sam said, looking at his watch. “I hope they can hold their breath for the duration of aqua alta.”
“In Venice?” Nina asked.
“No, in ARK,” Sam chuckled.
“I’m so sorry about Gretchen,” Sam said. Purdue joined them on the deck as they entered the rising swells of the deep sea.
“I’m sorry about Agatha,” she told Purdue. He sighed, a slight catch in his throat as his eyes looked over Sam and Nina’s heads and scanned the cool blue horizon, “Some knowledge is just too powerful for human fallacy. Lust for power will always make of wisdom a dangerous weapon.” He thought of his bland, sarcastic sister and the Nazi version of her he had left behind.
“Some wonderful things are simply better buried forever.”