Joe Ledger: Secret Missions Volume One and Two by Jonathan Maberry

Joe Ledger: Secret Missions Volume One and Two by Jonathan Maberry

Author:Jonathan Maberry [Maberry, Jonathan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JournalStone
Published: 2021-11-19T05:00:00+00:00


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Palmyra Atoll

Time and date unknown

“Aufstehen!”

The voice growled it as he kicked me again. Harder.

I twisted away and sand shifted under me and all at once there was light. Not much of it. Moonlight spilling down and painting everything around me in silver. I saw two figures standing above me, silhouetted against the moon. Men. Big, young, broad-shouldered. Wearing black skin-diving outfits. Black rubber fins and a pair of silver tanks lay on the wet sand.

“We bist du?” said one of them, and all at once I realized two very strange things.

The first problem was that they were speaking German in a tense, secretive whisper. The man had told me to get up and asked who I was. I understood it; I’m good with languages.

I was less good with the second thing I realized.

Their equipment was wrong. Very wrong. The one who kicked me held a Gustloff Volkssturmgewehr semi-automatic rifle. It was a classic example of a weapon known as a Volkssturm Rifle, a “people’s assault rifle,” a cheap last-ditch kind of gun used in combat in the final months of World War II. The other guy held a Luger. Not the modern P38 used in Germany nowadays. No, that might have made a fraction of sense. This was the older model; the one collectors prized and hundreds of U.S. soldiers smuggled home after the fall of Berlin. A P04 or maybe the P08. Hard to tell because it was dark, I was scared, and there was a cheap-looking silencer screwed into the barrel.

So, here we are. A couple of big blond guys with new-looking antique gear. The wrong moon in the sky. What the actual fuck? At that moment I was pretty sure the world had fallen off its hinges and that I was in deep shit. The two men weren’t tourists. These weren’t gun nuts that got lost at sea. And they weren’t amused to find me.

Crazy as it sounds, crazy as it felt, I was absolutely certain I was a lot more lost than I thought. This may have been Palmyra Atoll, but I was lost.

They were Nazis.



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