Beinta’s eyes were bloodshot and brimming with anxiety about the matter that could expose her organization. Hilda gave it some thought and nodded in agreement.
“There is no doubt that such a catastrophe would cripple the entire global energy market in record time, even plunging the world into a premature third world war,” she added. “That level of destruction is imminent anyway.”
“But not at the expense of the Vril Society… and our hard-earned supremacy over the feeble intellect of the earth’s superpowers. Good God, the word itself is ludicrous!” she exclaimed.
When such a war would come, it had to be about monopoly and religion, not technology. That was reserved for the New Order that would come, the coming race that would subjugate the nations of the world with its infinite power over science and physics. So far the plan was running smoothly. Vril was a myth. The hollow Earth theory was just that and nothing more.
While the media, affiliate corporations, and selected governments were implementing organized terrorism through covert atrocities, the world population would be deceived and attention diverted. And it was successfully taking effect, just as the Second World War was a mere distraction while the clandestine Nazi societies could efficiently work on their pursuits. Genetic research and experiments in the unified field theory, among others, were sufficiently practiced while occult branches tested the powers of physics in conjunction with the instruction of ancient master beings waiting to reenter the world they used to govern.
Everywhere secret Nazi bases accumulated resources and wealth, building shelters for the Aryan race while waiting for the advent of the Fourth Reich. Beinta rose from her chair and walked to the window that overlooked the beautiful Swedish capital.
“Hitler was but a puppet to demonize and distract the masses. Now, in the year 2015, history is repeating itself under the guise of social media and the doctrines of celebrity,” she said.
“But it is working well in our favor!” Hilda reminded her superior. “Acts of terrorism are exceedingly easy to perpetrate by governments to conform and sway the masses now. Guilt induced by religion had adequately brainwashed citizens to fear questioning the most illogical of acts, for fear that they be chastised…” she smiled, “by the faithful followers of belligerent gods, that members of each faction believe love them. Why would a deity bother to reward a lesser being for devotion? The world is beautifully divided and the best trick is that it has become so for ideologies that were devised by callous parties for precisely that reason.”
“At least the Aryans knew that Odin existed as a man, walking the earth. We can serve a god who employed the very wisdom and interdimensional trickery the world has not even mastered in the present! Imagine killing in the name of a god that was created solely to turn you into a pawn, or dying for a god thought up by your own enemy, only because you did not have the courage to question the undeniable contradictions,” Beinta gawked. Her actions were not from condescension but of sincere disbelief.
“I know. But it is good for us that they are so engrossed in the mundane and cretinous doings of worthless morons on pedestals, worshiped by influential idiots on pedestals, that they are blind to what is coming,” Hilda smiled.
“Yes, I agree. And that is why they cannot have that generator, Hilda,” the old leader impressed on her underling.
“And on that note,” Hilda said, as she got up and ceremoniously patted her Parabellum, “I have a Scotsman to hunt.”
Chapter 15
Nina got out of the car. It was not acceptable that she got the address wrong, she had to see the plot for herself. Sam followed her into the open field that displayed an eerie scene. One singular wooden pole, marked “8,” stood by the small inlet from the street that led into the property. Other than that there was nothing but long grass, weeds, and trees. The place was dead silent, save for the breeze and the occasional car that passed en route to the lake.
“This is very Twilight Zone, Sam,” Nina frowned, still convinced that they were just missing something, apart from a whole house, of course. “I’m getting flashbacks to Baciu forest.”
Sam shivered visibly at her statement. He could still vividly remember being caught in some surreal time lapse in the notorious Hoia Baciu forest with Nina when they helped a Czech academic chase down a secret left by her family in Romania.
“Please don’t bring up that ominous clearing,” he pleaded. “I still have nightmares about that bloody night… or… day… we were stuck there.”
“Sounds intriguing,” Purdue said behind Sam, prompting the journalist to jump.
“It was not in the least bit amusing, I’ll have you know. It was damn terrifying,” Sam told him. “What’s in your hand?”
Purdue looked utterly impressed with himself as he lifted the small silver brick level with his eye line. He pressed a button. Sam and Nina waited for flashing lights or some sort of antenna, but all the thing did was to beep in a steady cadence. With a childlike grin Purdue started to step forward onto the field, holding the device fixed.
“Come,” he told them.
“Where are you going?” Nina asked.
“Come, Nina,” he repeated. “Sam!”
“I’ll just stay put, thank you,” Sam protested.
The little machine started to hasten its rhythm, beeping faster as Purdue advanced over the enormous grass patch. His smile stayed fast, almost looking like a painful wince, but he was too excited to abandon his foolish expression.
“Why is it speeding up?” Nina asked, her small frame laboriously navigating the uneven ground and high weeds as she tried to keep up with the lanky, tall billionaire and yet another of his inventions.
“Because we’re getting closer,” he replied, keeping his eyes straight ahead.
Sam had to admit to being intrigued. He bolted off into a firm jog to catch up with them and joined Nina in Purdue’s wake.
“Closer to what?” Sam asked.
“I don’t know, but it is right in front of us,” Purdue marveled. “I call this invention the seeker. What it does is much like echolocation, identifying invisible objects.”
“Oh! Those pesky old invisible objects,” Sam exclaimed, but Purdue did not entertain his mocking, as usual.
Sam looked at Nina with a befuddled frown. She just rolled her eyes and told him, “I don’t know, Sam. You know how he is.”
Purdue smiled as if he had a sweet secret, “It has a few other features as well, I might add, but I won’t bother you with those right now.” He stopped momentarily, still keeping the device steady, but he looked at them to explain briefly. “Look ahead of you. What do you notice? Anything peculiar catch your eye?”
Sam sighed heavily, “I’m too hungover to think this much, Purdue. Just tell me.”
“Do you not see the nose of our vehicle sticking out from the trees ahead of us, even though it is parked behind us?” he asked Sam.
“Mindfuck 101,” Nina remarked, clearly spooked. “I see it! How? Wha—” she stuttered.
Sam saw what Purdue was talking about. He stopped in his tracks, looking thoroughly perturbed. He picked up his Nikon D7200 and snapped a few frames. He passed Nina his video camera, to do the honors. This was too weird to entrust to reminiscence. It was something that had to be documented.
“I get it,” Nina said suddenly. “It’s a giant mirror.”
Purdue pointed at her, delivering an imaginary gold star for her bright perception.