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FROM THE SMOLDERING ASHES OF POST WAR GERMANY, A NEW DEADLY CONFLICT EMERGES!
IN THE SECOND WORLD WAR’S LAST DAYS, CAPTAIN JAMES ROSS COMMANDS A RIFLE COMPANY. WHILE JUSTINE ROTHSTEIN LEADS A BAND OF PARTISANS HUNTING NAZIS. THEY JOIN FORCES TO LIBERATE A NAZI DEATH CAMP IN AUSTRIA. ONCE THEY SUCCEED, EACH GO THEIR SEPARATE WAYS.
WITH THE SECOND WORLD WAR DRAWING TO A CLOSE, A SECOND CONFLICT BETWEEN SUPERPOWERS EMERGES. WITH MILLIONS DISPLACED AND HOMELESS, DIRTY DEALS AND DECEIT RUN RAMPANT AS THE AMERICANS AND RUSSIANS JOCKEY FOR ADVANTAGE IN THIS CHAOS.
IN THIS CLIMATE, JUSTINE AND ROSS MEET AGAIN AT THE NUREMBERG WAR CRIMES COMMISSION. JUSTINE SEARCHES DESPERATELY FOR HER FAMILY DEPORTED BY THE NAZIS. WHILE ROSS INVESTIGATES THE HOLOCAUST’S PERPETRATORS.
THEY UNCOVER A PLOT GUARANTEEING THE RUSSIANS WIN THE COLD WAR BEFORE IT BEGINS.
THE POWERFUL PLOTTERS SHOVE ASIDE OR MURDER ANYONE WHO GETS IN THEIR WAY. DESPITE THIS PERIL, JUSTINE AND ROSS STRIVE TO EXPOSE THIS CONSPIRACY. WILL THEY SUCCEED?
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She chuckled as her eyes trailed the man being led down the convoy’s length “The man in the dress, who is he?”
“Claims he’s the Commandant of the camp ahead.”
“Why is he dressed like that?”
“That’s what he wore when we captured him. I didn’t want to waste time looking for something else for him to wear before we set out to the camp. I figured the people up ahead might need us more than he needed his dignity. If it’s like the others I’ve seen, they can’t wait.” Ross gestured to the back seat of his Jeep.
“You know he probably killed to get those clothes,” Justine replied as she dropped the stick with the white flag and climbed in.
“I’m sure he’s done worse.”
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Soon the last flatbed arrived with the rest of Ross’s company. As the flatbed convoy rolled out of town, Harrison joined Ross near his Jeep. “What’s next?”
“I checked with the boss at city hall. We head out in the morning. Make way for the Russians. This is theirs now.”
“Tarp came off that truck while they worked on it.”
Ross’s eyebrow rose. “Yeah?”
Harrison nodded. “Was real tense for a moment. Smitty tried to take a picture, and one a their guys threatened to take his camera.”
“So, what was it?”
Harrison leaned close. “If I tell ya, I might have to shoot ya.”
“What?”
“You got top-secret clearance?”
“Shit, Sergeant. You and I’ve seen it all. So, what was it?”
“Remember those funny lookin’ rocket planes we saw on that Kraut airfield?”
Ross nodded.
“Looked kinda like one a those.”
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