A Dubious Mission

Back in Westhampton, Pierce had worries on his mind. The plan was going splendidly, but he was still troubled. Dean was no fool. Pierce had shown him the orders signed by Canaris, but he was suspicious that Dean knew more about history than he admitted. This could lead to complications. The old man tried to recall part of the conversation in the hope of reducing his concern. “Are you a student of History?” Pierced had asked. “Specifically, we’re talking about World War II history?” “Not really, what I know about the war has been picked up from some of our ‘Church’ members.” “But, you know about Canaris?” “I know that he was a top Nazi, dealt in counter-espionage, and had great power. You’re the only person that I’ve ever met that actually knew some of the high command.” “Actually, I knew them all: Canaris, Himmler, Heydrich, Ribbontrop and even Hitler. They sent me on this mission, and now I’ve found you to complete it. You can be the ‘Savior’ that I’ve sought.” “I’m equal to the task. I’ll be the ‘Savior’ of the Aryan race. I’ll find the tablet and you can complete your mission. How much will you pay me to find it?” “When the ‘event’ is over, ‘The Cause’ will inherit my estate,” replied Pierce. Surveying the house, Dean asked, “How much is it worth?” “Somewhere in the neighborhood of one hundred and thirty million.” “Dollars?” The amount stunned Dean. “Plus all the land you saw today.” “All the land?” “I own five thousand acres.” Feeling destiny was on the horizon Michael Dean leaped to his feet and announced that he was ready to accept the challenge.