Lost in Magadan: Extraterrestrials on Earth

Nox stayed at the front of the room, carefully studying the faces of the men that had chosen not to get on the submarines. After the volunteers had made their way toward the submarine pen, Nox said, “I too would like to thank you for your service to the Nazi party. The rest of you will be manning this base until the British arrive. Once they are about to take the base, I need you to scuttle all the U-boats. I’m going to the Admiral’s office to gather your specific orders.”

Nox walked down the center aisle to the rear of the room. As he reached the back of the room, he stood directly in front of the only door and turned to face the seated men. He withdrew, from a compartment in his armor, two canisters. They were of his own design, hydrogen-cyanide grenades. He thought it was ironic that these men would die from Zyklon-B, the same poison the Nazis used to kill the Jews. He flipped the rings on the grenades with his thumbs and tossed the pear-shaped, metallic devices into the center of the room. He quickly exited and secured the door behind him. The men screamed for a few minutes, and then there was silence. There could be no witnesses; he did not need captured German soldiers telling the Americans about a seven-foot-tall, gray alien. This mission always had two goals: the first was to recruit talent for Antarctica; the second, to tie up loose ends.

Nox Bellator walked to the submarine pen where Admiral Armbruster was waiting.

“All the volunteers are aboard. The U-boats are ready to launch,” Armbruster said, “should we leave the Nazi insignias on the Boats?”

“We should keep the insignia on the boats. We still have a lot of Nazi controlled water to travel through, no need in having everyone target us. When you get to Antarctica, we can decide on a new uniform and emblem, for now, maintain the Nazi command structure,” Nox said.

“Will you be joining us?” asked the Admiral.

“I do not plan to go to Antarctica. The Ondagra will get you set up in there. I have a few humans to call on,” answered Nox.

The Admiral boarded the U-boat. Nox noticed the number on the side, it was U-196. Nox knew it was the Type IXD2 that had gone missing five months earlier. He watched as the last of the U-boats disappeared into the dark Elbe River, pleased with his success.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Berlin, Germany

April 30, 1945

Nox gently landed his antigravity fighter in the garden of the Old Reich Chancellery in Berlin. Even though his craft was equipped with optical stealth technology, and neither the Germans nor the Soviets could see the craft, he still radioed ahead to Hitler’s Bunker. No point in having them mistakenly shoot at him.

Hitler had taken to his bunker weeks earlier, when the Soviets began their non-stop bombing campaign. Prior to that Hitler had spent most of his time in the government buildings above the bunker. As Nox approached the square entrance of the concrete bunker, several Nazi guards came out of the small opening. Their weapons were ready, but not pointed at Nox; they were expecting him.

Nox was not concerned about the guards, he had been to the Old Reich Chancellery on several occasions to discuss matters with Hitler. Nox and the guards descended the concrete stairs to the bunker, 28 feet below the gardens. The bunker was protected by almost 10 feet of reinforced concrete that could withstand a direct hit from almost any conventional bomb.

At the bottom of the stairs, he was led into a conference room. There were several doors on either side of the room, leading to bed chambers, kitchens, communication rooms, and Hitler’s private study. For such a small space, the bunker was surprisingly decorated with rare oil paintings and gilded furniture.

Hitler, Goebbels, and Krebs stood at the other end of the cramped conference room. Their faces were easy to read: they knew the end was near. The German troops defending Berlin would run out of ammunition soon. Generals in the field were already engaging in unauthorized discussions regarding how to surrender to the Soviets.

The plan had been discussed. One of Hitler’s many body doubles would be shot and burned. The scene would be staged to make it appear that Eva Braun, Hitler’s new wife, committed suicide. The Soviets would find their bodies and, hopefully, assume the couple had committed suicide. The goal was to allow Hitler and Eva to disappear to Argentina and live the rest of their lives in anonymity. That was Hitler’s plan. Nox had other ideas.

“Are the look-a-likes in the bunker?” Nox asked. Introductions were not necessary.

Goebbels responded, “Yes, they are in the Fuehrer’s private chambers.”

Nox walked up to Hitler and held out his large hand. “Give me your Luger.”

Hitler was under no illusion as to who was in power at this moment and dutifully handed the weapon to Nox, “Yes Sir.”