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of his chair to fight the nausea filling his throat. Thomsen didn’t have to explain that this was the closest man had ever come to achieving the speed of light.
    A blue haze started to fill the interior of the accelerator as the RPMs continued to multiply. For three hundred kilometers around the Möhne Dam, lights dimmed and transformers blew in almost every town and city. Lightbulbs and fixtures exploded inside the laboratory, making men duck and technicians smile as they felt the power of the very universe strike deep inside the landscape of Germany.
    â€œNow we are near to the power we need,” Thomsen said excitedly.
    â€œFor what, Herr Professor?”
    â€œTo make the connection to the dismantled gate of two years ago, Herr Reichsführer.”
    God, Himmler thought to himself, this maniac may have actually produced a viable plan for the second-most powerful man in Germany . “You may proceed as soon as you are ready.”
    â€œBring in the Traveler,” Thomsen said as his eyes went to a small doorway in the far wall as it opened, and two white-coated lab technicians escorted a frightened girl into the lab. She was so emaciated Himmler thought she would collapse.
    â€œOur subject for the test is twelve-year-old Moira Mendelsohn, she is from—”
    â€œI do not wish to know the Jew’s name, or anything else about her for that matter, Professor.”
    â€œYes, yes, of course, you have my apologies. Needless to say the Traveler tested at a one hundred forty-seven IQ. Her brother tested only a few points less. Thus far the Traveler has performed magnificently. Now with the guarantee of her return by her brother’s very presence.”
    Himmler watched below as the thin and sickly girl was led to the front of the doorway. They had already placed earphones on her small head to protect her from the audio assault element of the test. Her clothing was tattered and worn as Thomsen wanted the Reichsführer to see that nothing special outside of headphone protection was needed. Her clothing was the same gray rags she had on when she had been transferred from Bergen-Belsen a month before. All the observers could see the yellow Star of David badly stitched to her gray dress. The small scabs on her head from lice infestation from the camps were hidden as well as possible so as not to offend the sensitivities of Himmler, who was widely known for his weak stomach when it came to observing the men, women, and children he had so ruthlessly rounded up. He could talk a good game, but when it came to facing the things he did he was more on the shy side according to British and American intelligence sources. The girl was shaking and quietly crying. The task she was to perform had been explained to her and would be no different from the last test that she performed flawlessly. To ensure the girl’s cooperation, a small boy was also escorted into the room and placed into a chair. The doe-eyed male was no more than eight years of age.
    â€œI was led to believe that there would only be one test subject,” the man from Krupp Steel inquired as he saw the tears in both the boy’s and the girl’s eyes as they finally saw each other. It looked as if the girl tried to shrug the hand of the technician away in an attempt to go to comfort the frightened child.
    â€œThe boy is not a test subject, sir. He is what we would describe as insurance.”
    The dawning of understanding illuminated the industrialist’s features.
    â€œThis was the Reichsführer’s idea, after all, we do want certain guarantees that our wayward Traveler steps back into the first doorway and returns. A precaution we have taken since she does know this is the final test with her involvement. After her usefulness is at an end she will be returned to Bergen-Belsen for”—he looked briefly at Himmler—“whatever her fate will be.”
    No more needed to be said. Thomsen was proving he could