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Chapter Five Hundred and Seventy-two : When Nazis are the least of your problems (part two)


(part two)

“What’s bothering you?” he asked.

“You know, I have just that same question,” Alex said.

“You don’t know?” he asked, his voice rising with concern.

Alex shook her head.

“That’s not good,” he said.

“Exactly,” Alex said.

“Walk me through it,” Raz said. “We’re going to head to the mine today and …”

“Right,” Alex said. “That’s exactly it. We’re going to an old mine. We’re soldiers. We have gear and are easily able to defend ourselves. We have permission from the Polish government and the head of this region.”

“We checked in with the police yesterday,” Raz said.

Alex nodded.

“Every single thing is above board,” Raz said.

“Right,” Alex said. “So what possibly could be bothering me?”

Raz’s eyes flicked to her face.

“No idea,” Alex said.

“Is it animal?” Raz asked.

Alex shook her head.

“Mineral?” Raz asked.

“Human,” Alex said. “There’s something about this project that …”

She sighed.

“I was going to say that there’s something about this project that’s not right,” Alex said. “But what could be wrong? We have property rights. Hell, we have a key!”

Alex squinted.

“Okay,” Raz said. “Try this — Are we in danger?”

Alex didn’t respond.

“Physical injury?” he asked. She paused for a moment before shaking her head.

“Disease?” he asked. She shook her head.

“Ideological?” he asked. She shook her head.

“Mental illness?” he asked. She shook her head.

“The only one you paused on was physical injury,” Raz said. “You think there will be …”

“I don’t know,” Alex said.

“Brainstorm with me,” Raz said.

“Booby traps,” Alex said. “That’s a no brainer. But we have Dusty who does all of those Spartan races. He’ll see a booby trap mile away.”

“You have a particularly good eye for that kind of thing,” Raz said.

Alex scowled in agreement.

“What else?” Raz asked.

Sighing, Alex went back to tapping her pencil against the table. Raz had nearly given up on her saying anything else when she looked at him.

“It’s my father, Seth and his father, Ben,” Alex said.

“And Pierre?” Raz asked.

Alex nodded.

“What about them?” Raz asked.

“It just seems like …” Alex said. She stopped talking for a moment and then drew a deep breath. “There’s something about this that my father and Bernie’s father aren’t telling us. Pierre.”

“Something?” Raz asked.

“No idea,” Alex said with a shake of her head.

“And it could put us in danger?” Raz asked.

Alex nodded.

“Then we get them up,” Raz said. He rose from the table. “Right now.”

“Wha …?” Alex started.

“I won’t have your life endangered by secrets,” Raz said. “I won’t tolerate mine endangered by secrets.”

“I will protect you,” Alex said.

“That may be true, but why should you have to?” Raz asked.

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