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As the propellers of the S-2 tilt-engine airplane spun down, Kate’s boots crunched onto the parched earth of the ranch outside of Tijuana. With her one good eye, she surveyed the old mansion. It a large residence, probably built by one of the land-owning tyrants who once ruled the area. Now it was dilapidated, with all its glamour and elegance bleached and cracked away long ago. Now it was like the land around it: forgotten, broken down, and dried out.
Clem and Reggie hopped out of the side door of the S-2 and joined Kate in surveying the area.
“I wonder if this guy will lend me these grounds for a remake of El Latigo Negro: The Masked Avenger,” Reggie said as he looked around. “We’d have to do something about that big barn, though. Too modern.”
He tilted his head to indicate the bright red barn next to where they had landed. It was clearly a new structure, freshly painted, larger than the mansion itself, and with large sliding doors that were shut and locked. It might have housed a hundred head of cattle, but the lands surrounding it were too barren to support livestock.
The back door of the mansion creaked open and a dark skinned man in a white lab coat stepped onto the broad front porch, a look of bewilderment on his face as he watched the guests who had literally dropped out of the sky. He wore bulky vinyl gloves, and in each hand he carried bloody slabs of beef.
“Doctor Montgomery Scott, I presume?” Kate called to him.
“Yes. Can I help you?” he asked in a voice that was uncertain but not unfriendly. His gaze shifted from them to their airplane, and then he asked, “Are you with the Prometheans?”
Reggie and Clem exchanged questioning glances, but Kate didn’t let herself slow down at the thought of not knowing what he meant. “Doctor Scott,” she said. “I’m afraid I bring some bad news. We recently apprehended a Nazi spy who had four names on a list. Three of those names belong to scientists who have disappeared in the last week. The third name belonged to Professor Scrumtumbler, who went missing two days ago.”
“Scrumtumbler is a good friend of mine,” Dr. Scott said. “Now, let me guess—mine is the fourth name on the list. You came to tell me that they are coming for me next.”
Kate nodded. “You don’t seem terribly surprised.”
“I’m disappointed but not surprised,” Dr. Scott said, shifting one of the bloody stakes to his other hand. “Would you care to join me? I was just heading to the barn to feed my chickens.”
Clem lifted the brim of his black hat and looked at the steaks in the doctor’s hands. “You feed your chicken raw meat?”
“Oh, yes. My chickens are the reason the Nazis are interested in my research. Come have a look for yourself.”
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