An Unlikely Invitation (Hollow Earth Expedition ssn1 ep.33a)

This post is part of an ongoing story set in the pulp-era world of Hollow Earth Expedition. If you are new to this series, I suggest starting at the beginning.

Reggie Sparks listened carefully as the others peered through the binoculars at Castle Wewelsburg.

“They have hangars in the field out back,” Kate had observed. “That means they have some kind of air support.”

“There’s soldiers all over those walls,” Clem pointed out. “This place is meant to look like an innocent little palace, but it ain’t.”

“Dr. Wurmhausen runs this operation,” Dr. Scott said. “That makes this the primary research facility of the Thule Society.”

“Relax, everyone,” Reggie told them. “I got a plan.”

Thirty minutes later, he was standing at the front gates of the castle’s outer wall with Clem and Dr. Scott carrying his camera equipment behind him.

“That’s right,” he said, forcing an air of indignity into his voice as he spoke to the obstinate gate guard. “We’re American. So what? We’re an American film crew sent here to make a documentary for your fuehrer. Glory to the Reich, and all that jazz. Your fuehrer loves films, or hadn’t you heard about that?”

“Nein, nein, nein,” the soldier shook his head. As he did, the guardhouse telephone rang, and a second soldier answered it.

While he spoke, Reggie peered past them at the castle. The windows were dark and empty, but inside one of them a figure in a white coat stared down at them through binoculars. Looking at that figure in the window made Reggie’s palms itch, which is what happens when he gets nervous. He had to put it out of his mind to focus his attention on the guards in front of him.

The second guard hung up the phone and whispered something to the first guard, who suddenly smiled at Reggie. With exaggerated slowness, he undid the lock on the gate and swung it outward.

“Hereinkommen,” he said with a grin and an inviting gesture.

Reggie looked smugly back over his shoulder. “See? I told you my plan would work.”

Clem and Dr. Scott exchanged uncertain glances.

They passed through the outer wall, crossed the courtyard, and entered the castle where they found a squad of soldiers, all aiming their submachine guns at their new prisoners.

Reggie, reluctantly, put his hands in the air and his companions followed his example.

“Turns out yer plan stinks,” Clem offered.

“Shut up,” Reggie answered.

 

 

 

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