Beneath Still Waters (Rogue Angel, Book 55)
Alex Archer, Joe Nassise
A wrecked German bomber...key to the secrets and techniques of the 3rd Reich?
All it took used to be one telephone name and television exhibit host and archaeologist Annja Creed is in mortal probability. Her manufacturer Doug Morrell has been kidnapped by way of a grasping treasure hunter who's looking the misplaced raubgold, or looted gold of Nazi Germany. The phrases are uncomplicated: retrieve the bounty and Doug lives. Fail, and he dies...
Now Annja and her neighbors needs to discover a lacking German fighter aircraft that was once shot down over the Alps in 1945. based on legend, the plane not just holds a cargo of gold the Nazis had stolen, but in addition carried the final letters of the führer himself. Letters that time to a extra startling treasure buried underwater midway all over the world. yet Annja isn't drawn to treasure, or maybe unearthing ancient relics. Annja has one time table: get Doug out alive...even if it potential drawing her sword from its otherworldly sheath. no matter if it ability demise.
Because as soon as greed drives a guy to violence, not anything will cease him...
With even more concentration and depth. His pleasure was once visible. because the others regarded on, Stuggart pulled a pad of paper from in different places at the computer and started writing whatever on it in earnest, then he made a word at the paper itself. Annja appeared over on the different with a raised eyebrow after which again at Stuggart, who used to be now muttering to himself as he persisted making notes. After a couple of minutes Stuggart stopped, took a deep breath and regarded up at Garin. “May I ask the place you obtained.
Out of her pocket. a short web seek mentioned an image of the runes of the previous Norse alphabet on her mobilephone. the same seek cited a picture of the letters within the Enochian alphabet on Paul’s. She all started checking letters opposed to symbols, searching for a development. “You’ve obtained anything, haven’t you?” Garin requested. Annja nodded, yet didn’t glance clear of the data in entrance of her. It used to be there, she knew it was once, she may well consider it in her bones. correct there in entrance of her, ready to.
There’s not anything we will do. We’re easily going to need to trip this one out and look ahead to the typhoon to pass.” ready proved to be more durable than it sounded, despite the fact that, with the wind howling, the thunder booming and the boat bobbing and rocking each which method at the tough seas. each creak and groan had them glancing round, thinking about if the boat used to be going to carry. because the hurricane raged round them, the mins ticked previous slowly. once they hadn’t sunk or sprung a leak after the 1st part hour, Garin.
Do I name you?” He glanced again at her and grinned. “My identify is Matahi.” “Okay. and you may name me Annja.” His grin widened. a number of occasions alongside the adventure they handed different islanders, and every time Matahi had a short dialog with them, without doubt to invent a few cause the colonel’s prisoner was once roaming round loose. finally, whilst she inspiration she couldn’t take any longer of this underground passage, they emerged onto the ledge the place the elevator hung. Neither basket used to be there, extra evidence.
Its instincts. She anticipated treachery from Paul, and so whilst he lashed out, totally watching for to finish the struggle with a unmarried blow, Annja’s blade was once there to fulfill his personal. As their swords locked opposed to one another with the 2 of them eye to eye, Annja did the only factor she’d been eager to do given that the previous day afternoon. She spit in his face. The glance of concern that crossed his positive factors as she laughed and spun away used to be worthy the entire gold in Hitler’s little hideaway. “You’ll need to do a lot.