Blitzkrieg: Origins of the Prime: A Superhero Spy Thriller by Christopher Vale Read Free Book Online

name is Tom and this is Professor Hayes,” he said as he pointed with his thumb at the older man over his shoulder.
    Hayes smiled at them and gave a little wave.
    “Your names are Axel and Rolf?” Tom asked, remembering the names from the file he had read. The boys nodded. “Which one of you is Axel?”
    The smaller boy raised his hand gently and Tom saw his mouth quiver and knew he was about to cry. “Are you from Berlin?” the boy asked, terror evident in his voice.
    Tom shook his head emphatically. “No, Axel, we’re Americans.” At that Axel’s lips stopped quivering instantly and he and Rolf smiled. “You know what Americans are?” Tom asked.
    The boys nodded. “Dr. Holger said Americans were good, that they would help us when they came. That they would keep us from the bad men in Berlin.”
    Tom and Hayes both nodded, smiling. “Dr. Holger was right. We will. We are here to help you, Axel. Both of you. And I promise, the bad men in Berlin will never hurt you again.” Both boys began to cry, but this time they cried tears of relief. Tom held up the candy. “Would you two like a chocolate bar?” he asked with a smile.
    Rolf didn’t wait for Axel, he leapt off the bed and dashed over to Tom accepting the bar from him and then throwing his arms around Tom’s neck. Axel joined his brother in hugging Tom, though he was a little more timid. Tom patted their backs. “Okay, eat your chocolate now and we’ll try to find you a proper dinner.”
    The boys nodded as they tore hungrily into the candy wrappers. Tom stood and Hayes smiled proudly at him when he noticed that Tom was wiping tears from his own eyes.
    Hayes placed a fatherly hand on the younger man’s shoulder and leaned close. “I’m glad to see that through all the hell you have seen over here, you have not lost your humanity, Thomas.”
    Tom nodded. He turned back to the little boys and smiled at them. He was so glad they had been able to rescue them.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
    Santiago, Chile
    1965
     
    The pretty young woman stood at the corner of a street intently examining a map, her face a mix of confusion and frustration. She kept glancing up, around and then back down at her map clearly unable to determine her whereabouts or how to find wherever it was that she needed to go. Michael sat at a small table at an outdoor cafe, sipping his coffee, nondescript in his light blue jacket and white pants. He chuckled to himself as he watched her, all the while pretending to be more interested in the newspaper he held. She was pretty with light, reddish brown hair and a red jacket and skirt over long black stockings. Michael admired her gams.
    The young woman glanced up at him and his eyes quickly darted back down to the paper, in an attempt to avoid eye contact. He continued pretending to read, hoping she had not noticed him. Unfortunately, it was too late for any pretenses. She had noticed him and breezed over. “Pardon,” she said sweetly in an American accent. “Directions? Por favor ,” she asked in a bad attempt at a mixture of English and Spanish. Michael glanced up to her with an amused chuckle. She let her arms drop to her sides in exasperation. “Do you speak English?” she asked, hopefully, but clearly not expecting him to.
    He shook his head with a small smile touching his lips. “Very little,” he said. He was surprised to see her eyes widen and a broad smile spread across her face. It was a beautiful and familiar smile.
    She switched languages once more, this time speaking in German. “Is that a German accent I hear?”
    Michael cleared his throat and glanced around to see who else might be listening, but did not see anyone paying them any attention. He shook his head from side to side. “No, no,” he said, “Austrian.”
    “But you do speak German?” He nodded, reluctantly. “Oh thank heavens,” she said with a sigh. “I never could grasp the romantic languages—always putting their words in the wrong