Lost in Magadan: Extraterrestrials on Earth

The pistol was almost difficult to hold; it was tiny compared to the size of Nox’s oversized fingers. Nox walked past the three of them and into Hitler’s chambers. A single shot was heard. A few minutes later, Nox walked back into the room. “I forced Eva’s look-a-like to ingest cyanide.”

Nox pointed at Goebbels. “Take pictures, burn the bodies in the garden.”

Nox then turned to General Krebs, “Wait two hours and notify the Generals in the field that the Fuehrer is dead.”

Nox then reached into a hidden compartment within his body armor and pulled out a small container. Handing it to Krebs, he said, “A gift for you. This contains enough cyanide to kill both of you. I suggest you use it before the Soviets take this bunker.”

Nox then turned to Hitler, “Your U-boats were launched for Argentina a few days ago. All your belongings will arrive as planned. I personally saw to it that your instructions were followed. You and Eva will live out your days in a villa in the Andes Mountains. Go get Eva now; we need to leave.”

Lying was easy for Nox. The trick was to shroud your lie in a believable truth.

Nox turned to Goebbels and Krebs. “You both need to ingest the poison before the Soviets get here. I expect absolute secrecy about Hitler’s whereabouts.”

“I will take this secret to my grave,” Krebs assured Nox.

Hitler and Eva emerged from one of the back rooms, each carrying a small travel bag.

“Follow me,” Nox said.

As they exited the bunker, Nox shot each one of the German guards with his thought-controlled particle beam incinerator. Less witnesses.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

May 1, 1945

The Kremlin, Moscow

As Nox entered Soviet airspace, he disengaged his optical stealth so that his flying saucer could be seen by the Russian military. He intentionally slowed his craft so that the Russians would be able to fully take in what they were seeing; he needed to demonstrate his superiority to Stalin long before they met.

As expected, Soviet air defenses began firing into the sky. Nox was not concerned; there was no possibility of them striking his craft.

Nox wanted to make certain that Stalin and the Soviet commanders were watching. He did not take a direct route to Moscow, but rather, intentionally flew his craft over known military installations to draw as much fire as possible.

After two hours of spectacularly evading Soviet air defenses, he had attracted three Russian military planes. They seemed to be following him at a distance. Nox could have easily shot down the Soviet planes, but his goal was not to kill Russians, only to clearly demonstrate his military superiority.

As Nox approached Moscow, the anti-aircraft weapons stopped. Nox assumed they gave up and decided to stop wasting ammunition. He had not shot a single Russian plane or engaged a single Russian anti-aircraft position, he had simply allowed them to shoot at him.

As Nox approached the spot where he believed the Kremlin to be, he was shocked. The Kremlin, which had been built hundreds of years earlier as a walled city, sat on a 68-acre parcel that was completely enclosed by ten-foot-thick brick walls. Along the 7,332 feet of red brick walls stood 20 towers. Inside the huge governmental complex were numerous structures that housed ornate governmental and administrative offices, lavish churches with golden onion-shaped domes, and extensive ammo depots.

A couple of years earlier, in the Moscow campaign, Hitler had expended considerable resources bombing Moscow and the Kremlin. Nox knew what the Kremlin was supposed to look like because of the numerous pictures he had seen. Nox made it a point to study the great cities of all the major countries on Earth, especially those of his enemies. Nox was expecting to see shiny golden domes atop buildings that had miraculously been spared by the many bombing runs Either that, or burned out ruins.

To Nox’s surprise, where the Kremlin was supposed to be, stood a row of tenement apartment buildings. It looked like government or army housing, certainly not the elaborate Neo-Classical architecture that was supposed to be the Kremlin.

Were his instruments off? Was he in the wrong place?

As he sat in the cockpit of his antigravity fighter, trying to reconcile what he knew to be true against what he saw before him, his focus shifted, and the Kremlin he knew to exist appeared before his eyes.

Had the Russians invented active optical stealth? How could his estimates of their technology be that far off?