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From the driver’s seat of the Model T, Kate watched the quiet bungalow of the Oasis Springs hotel. The place looked innocent enough, isolated back here in the rear lot of the sleepy little hotel. Just to be safe, she fed a stripper clip into her Mauser c96, clicked the bolt into place, and secured the pistol in the shoulder strap inside her flight jacket.
Clem, who sat in the front passenger seat, twisted around to look into the back seat, where a large black bed sheet covered the director and his camera.
“Pardon me,” Clem said. “Why do we need to film this? I don’t reckon this camera is a good idea.”
Reggie pulled back the sheet so he could look Clem in the eye. “The professor hired me to document the story of his experiment,” he said. “I plan on following through because I, sir, I have my integrity. More importantly, there might be someone in the military willing to pay big money for evidence relating to these spies.”
Clem shook his head and looked over to Kate for a second opinion.
“Did Amelia Earhart shy away from the press?” she said as she opened the door and stepped out.
“Remember what we talked about,” Reggie’s muffled voice came from beneath the sheet. “Play it subtle. Subtle!”
“I got it,” she said, and crossed the small lot to stand at the bungalow’s door. She raised her hand to knock but paused and looked back over her shoulder.
The big black mound in the back seat didn’t look like a man with a forty pound cinema camera, but it did look like an ominous, triple-sized stack of laundry.
Reggie flipped the sheet off his head for a moment to mouth “subtle!”
Nodding, Kate knocked on the door and waited for one tense moment until a shadow crossed the peephole.
“Who are you?” said an accented voice from within.
She slammed her boot into the door. With a splintering crack and a bone-jarring thump, the latch ripped out of the threshold and the door flew open into the person on the other side, knocking him to the threadbare carpet within.
Before the man could catch his breath or sit up, Kate pinned his chest with her knee.
“What did you do with my favorite professor?” she demanded, pressing her pistol barrel into the man’s forehead.
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