Miller searched for his weapon, but couldn’t find it.
Shouted German commands echoed from the hallway.
Adler shouted back.
Ten men dressed in black entered. All white. Speaking German. Armed for war.
With modern weapons.
Miller tensed. He wouldn’t go down without a fight.
“Relax,” Adler said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “They are with me.” She flashed a smile and said, “Elizabeth Adler, Special Agent with GSG-9.”
GSG-9! The Grenzschutzgruppe 9 was Germany’s elite counterterrorism force.
“I was working at Interpol. Undercover. Everything I told you was true.”
“You just left out some details.”
She looked about to apologize, but Miller held up his hand. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not a fan of being lied to, even by omission. But I understand the reason.”
One of the men approached Adler, said something to her, and handed her her grandmother’s journal.
Miller eyed the book and understood at once. “Seriously?”
Adler reached into the spine and pulled out a long thin tracking device.
“You weren’t waiting for me,” Miller said. “You were waiting for them.”
She confirmed it with a nod and said, “But I was glad it was you.”
“Good,” he said. “Because they were late.” Miller pushed himself onto his elbows. “You guys were late!”
The GSG-9 team ignored him as they set up a pair of stretchers. Then the men parted as Vesely entered the chamber. The Cowboy saw Adler and Miller lying on the floor, but alive, and gave a loud “Yeehaw!”
“Cowboy, you made it,” Miller said with a smile.
“I told you. I am gunslinger.” Vesely knelt down next to Miller and pointed to a hole in his hat. “They ruined my hat, though.”
Miller took Vesely’s hand and squeezed it. “We owe you our lives.”
“You can thank me later,” Vesely said, as a stretcher was slid up next to Miller.
“Vesely,” Miller said. “Do you know? Have you—”
“GSG turned computers on in next room. Screens show cities around the world,” Vesely said. “Blue sky.”
Miller felt a weight lift, both from the fight being over, and because someone was lifting him up.
Vesely turned to the GSG medic. “There is hospital here. Tenth floor.”
Miller took Vesely’s arm. “Wait.”
“What is it, Survivor?”
“There’s something I need to do, first.”
EPILOGUE
The man burned from head to toe, the pain beyond anything he’d experienced before. Consciousness came and went for several minutes. He could feel his heart beating madly. His muscles, so stiff, cramped violently. But he couldn’t scream. Something was in his mouth. Down his throat!
And he was cold.
So cold.
His body shook, convulsing, but bound.
Immobilized.
A loud hiss reached his ears.
The burn increased as warm air coursed over his body.
He felt his skin tensing, and cracking, the way ice cubes do when added to a glass of warm water.
Ice.
Frozen!
He remembered.
Was this part of the thawing process? If it was, Kammler had failed to tell him about it. But he would be forgiven. The process worked! He lived! And if he had been returned to the world, it meant that his SecondWorld plan had been successful.
A sudden pain gripped his chest, followed by a surge of energy.
The tubes were pulled from his throat.
He took his first breath in seventy years. It felt good.
He smiled and felt his lip split.
Tasted his blood.
Felt alive!
He opened his eyes.
To his right stood a woman with deep blue eyes he recognized. What was her name? Adler, he believed. The mathematician. Why was she here?
To the left was a cowboy-hat-wearing man he did not recognize at all. Where is Kammler? He asked, “Wo ist Kammler?” His voice sounded raspy and wet.
“Kammler says hello,” said a man’s voice. In English. An American.
He found the man between the other two.
The man was covered in blood and sickly looking, but filled with anger.
Before he had a chance to fully comprehend what he was seeing, the man reeled back and punched him hard in the face.
Warm blood flowed down his cheek.
“He looks confused,” the cowboy said.
“Can you translate something for me?” the bloodied man said to Adler. She nodded and he said, “It has been seventy years since the war ended.”
“Es hat siebzig Jahre seit dem Ende des Krieges gewesen,” Adler repeated.
“You murdered six million Jews.”
“Sie ermordeten sechs Millionen Juden.”
“My great-grandfather was one of them.”
“Mein Urgroßvater war einer von ihnen.”
“We sometimes ask each other the hypothetical question, if you could go back in time and kill Hitler, would you?”
“Wir fragen manchmal gegenseitig die hypothetische Frage, wenn Sie wieder Zeit und konnte gehen und töten Hitler, würden Sie?”
“Would you like to know my answer?”
“Möchten Sie meine Antwort wissen?”
Instead of answering, the frozen man shouted a German curse and attempted to spit on the American, but only managed to push bloody drool out over his chin.
The American said, “My answer has always been, yes.”
“Ja,” Adler said.
“Ano,” the cowboy said in Czech.
Looking through a swollen eye, he saw the American point a gun at his face and say, “Heil Hitler. Welcome to America.”
Hitler felt a mixture of despair, fear, and all-consuming shame over his ultimate failure. But it would be over in just a moment. The American would pull the trigger, and he would escape the torment of living with his disgrace. He closed his eyes and waited for the relief death would bring.
But it never came. Hitler opened his eyes and the American lowered his weapon. The man squinted as he looked over Hitler’s face.
He saw, Hitler thought. He knows!
“But things are different now,” the American said.
Adler hesitated, surprised by the American’s change of heart, but then translated. “Aber die Dinge sind jetzt anders.”
“The Reich is destroyed. Germany is an ally. SecondWorld failed.”
“Das Reich ist zerstört. Deutschland ist ein Verbündeter. ZweiteWelt fehlgeschlagen.”
“You are just a man. Small. Nobody. Powerless.”
“Sie sind nur ein Mann. Klein. Niemand. Machtlos.”
“And I won’t kill you—”
Adler’s voice sounded surprised as she translated. “Und ich werde dich nicht töten.”
The American leaned closer. “—as much as you’d like that. I think lifetime in solitary, forgotten by the world, with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company sounds better, don’t you?”
Hitler shook with rage and indignation, but most of all, he wanted to die. As Adler translated the American’s final words, he began to weep. “No!” he screamed, and the skin at the sides of his mouth tore, but the physical pain barely registered as he thought about his future. “Mich töten! Kill me! Bitte! Bitte! No! No! Mich töten!”
ALSO BY JEREMY ROBINSON
The Jack Sigler Thrillers
Pulse
Instinct
Threshold
The Chess Team Novellas
Callsign: Queen—Book 1
Callsign: Rook—Book 1
Callsign: Bishop—Book 1
Callsign: Knight—Book 1
Callsign: Deep Blue—Book 1
Callsign: King—Book 1
Callsign: King—Book 2—Underworld
The Antarktos Saga
The Last Hunter: Descent
The Last Hunter: Pursuit
The Last Hunter: Ascent
Stand-Alone Novels
Kronos
Antarktos Rising
Beneath
Raising the Past
The Didymus Contingency
About the Author
Jeremy Robinson is the author of bestselling thrillers, including Antarktos Rising, The Last Hunter: Descent, Callsign: Deep Blue, and the Jack Sigler Thrillers, including Instinct and Threshold. His novels have been translated into ten languages. Born in the coastal town of Beverly, Massachusetts, Robinson grew up on a steady diet of science fiction, and started out his creative career as a comic book illustrator. He now lives in New Hampshire with his wife and three children.
Visit Robinson online at jeremyrobinsononline.com for free content, contests, and updates on upcoming projects. Connect with him on Facebook at facebook.com/sciencethriller, and follow him on Twitter at twitter.com/jrobinsonauthor.
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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SECONDWORLD. Copyright © 2012 by Jeremy Robinson. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.
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Cover design by Ervin Serrano.
Cover photographs: city scene by Zoran Milich/Getty Images; nazi symbol by Interfoto/Alamy
ISBN 978-0-312-61786-8 (hardcover)
ISBN 9781250015167 (e-book)
First Edition: May 2012
Table of Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Prologue
First Strike
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Return Fire
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
War
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Epilogue
Also by Jeremy Robinson
About the Author
Copyright
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