Survivalist - 12 - The Rebellion by Ahern Jerry

Author:Ahern, Jerry [Ahern, Jerry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-four

“Tell me, Herr Rubenstein—this penchant for being hit on the head—how have you dealt with it over the years?”

Paul Rubenstein tried to sit up. Dr. Munchen was smiling. “What the—”

“Lie still, my young friend. Although your surgery seems unaffected and if anything heals marvelously well, you need to rest after this latest hit on the head.”

“He didn’t—didn’t hit me—yeah, he did. That—Blackburn—where—” Paul pushed Munchen’s hand away and sat up. “Where the hell—aww, shit.” He touched at his head where his own pistol had crashed down against it. He remembered it all now. “Annie—where’s Annie?”

“The battle—it goes on. Standartenfuehrer Mann’s troops who were left here with the Eden Project fight to repel the forces under Haupsturmfuehrer Sturm. The idea of fighting their own comrades—it is very difficult. But, I realized that you and Fraulein Rourke were nowhere about.” He smiled—but the smile was somehow a grim smile that conveyed no happiness. “Unfortunately—”

“Unfortunately what?” Rubenstein began, trying to stand, but Munchen placed his hands firmly on Paul’s shoulders, Paul Rubenstein sagging back against the bulkhead.

“One of the Soviet helicopters.—it is missing. After I found you unconscious I theorized that Fraulein Rourke’s

efforts had perhaps flushed to light—” Rubenstein’s editorial training from before The Night of The War once again surfaced and he thought of badly formed metaphors. “What?”

“The fraulein—I believe that she has been kidnapped by the Russian agent who murdered the unfortunate Fraulein Stankiewicz.”

“I—” Paul again started to his feet, Munchen helping him this time, Paul swaying with a sudden dizziness and sagging toward the bulkhead, Munchen supporting him. He thought of the irony of it—that a man in a Nazi uniform should be helping him, a Jew. And he realized in its totality for the first time that John Rourke had been right. These Germans, men who wore the wrong uniform and were trying to change that. Rubenstein looked Munchen squarely in his bright blue eyes. “Doctor—it was Forrest Blackburn. And if he stole a chopper it means he abandoned his idea of killing Dodd and taking over as the leader of the Eden Project.” Rubenstein shook his head and it hurt. He realized he wasn’t talking straight, realized it from the puzzled look in Munchen’s eyes. Paul Rubenstein began again. “Did—did any of you—” He sagged back against the bulkhead, slipping to his knees, Munchen guiding him down.

“Herr Rubenstein, you must rest.”

“No,” Paul whispered. “Don’t you see? Blackburn. He’s the Russian agent. He’s got Annie—gonna kill her— but—” He shook his head to clear it, the pain enlivening him and at once weakening him again. He tried to think. “Okay, follow me if I make sense. He was gonna kill us both—blame some of your people. It was just when the attack began. My pistol—he had my pistol. A 9mm, like some of your officers still carry. Was gonna kill us and blame your people, then kill Dodd and take over—to lead the Eden Project. But, ahh, if he stole a chopper, ahh, then something went wrong. If—maybe—maybe Annie’s

still alive and with him.

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