This is an ongoing story about a lost world of hungry dinosaurs, sinister villains, and non-stop action. If you’re new to Hollow Earth Expedition, I suggest starting at the beginning.
Although they had slaves working continuously, the Nazis had managed to push back the vines and weeds from only one quadrant of the city, and the jungle still gripped the rest in its tight green and brown tendrils. When Maia walked the edge of the perimeter, she discovered a young slave boy diligently hacking away at the vines with a stone adze. He paused to look up at her, mouth wide in surprise at seeing this khaki-clad foreigner with long black hair flowing out from beneath her brown hat. She looked back at the boy and saw that he was about the same age she had been when the BIA had removed her from her family and sent her off to the boarding school. At least this little slave had been allowed to keep his long hair and his tribal dress—evidently the Nazis, unlike her supposedly benevolent teachers, weren’t in the self-righteous business of civilizing the savages.
Maia fished out a tin of corned-beef hash, pried off the lid, and held it out for the boy.
“It is forbidden to feed the slaves out of turn,” barked the squad leader, a man with a lazy eye. This man also carried Maia’s impounded shotgun strapped across his back as if to flaunt his culture’s institutionalization of robbery.
She briefly considered slugging him in the gut, but she knew she couldn’t get away with it as long as the other two goons were standing by with their machineguns. Instead, she fixed him with a defiant glare and continued to carry the food to the frightened slave boy.
The lazy-eyed squad leader drew his pistol and pointed it at her, daring her to take one last step.
“Verboten!” barked the squad leader, thumbing back the hammer of his pistol.
Maia paused with the can of food halfway held towards the slave boy. “Think about what happens if you don’t shoot me,” she said in smooth German.
“There will be no repercussions for killing you,” the squad leader announced flatly.
Maia shook her head. “No, think about what happens if you don’t kill me. I’m going to find that treasure your commandant wants so badly, and you’ll be the one who brings it back to him. What will he give you? Double cigarette rations? A pay bonus? Perhaps even a promotion? If you shoot me now, all you get is a little target practice.”
The squad leader held the pistol steady for a long moment. He showed no reaction other than a slight twitch in his cheek. Finally, he eased his pistol’s hammer back into place and lowered his weapon—just like she knew he would.
Greed motivates everyone, Maia thought. Nazis are no different from the rest of us.
She shoved the opened can of food into the slave-boys hands and marched towards the line of vines and ferns. Beyond that line, the city was dark and overgrown, not yet touched by the Nazi efforts at so-called reclamation.
“Verboten!” The squad leader pointed the gun at her again.
“I thought we just went through this,” Maia said, and pressed forward without slowing her stride.
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