ICE BASE NAZIS

ICE BASE NAZIS

The hotel pub at the bottom of the world was the last place he expected to find himself, yet here he was, dirty glass of warm beer in hand.

Warner Yeager was feeling sorry for himself. He slouched against the cigarette burn scarred bar and scowled at the dark yellow concoction that passed for beer. It wasn’t the fine German construction he had grown used to during his time in the Bavarian forest, but it was local and it was cheap and no one looked at him twice for ordering it.

Yeager was in the practice of going unnoticed.

It had been several months since his adventure in Germany, the discovery that landed him in the news, though not quite for the reasons he had hoped. As a treasure hunter, his wish was to be as famous as Mel Fisher, who discovered the Atoca on the floor of the ocean just past the Florida Keys. Yeager wanted to find lost art looted by the Nazi’s.

Instead, he stumbled across a hidden armory of nuclear bombs and earned the wrath of an underground Nazi party still operating in the Fatherland.

He had barely escaped with his life and a little cash he stole from one of the men hunting him, and absconded for points South.

He didn’t so much choose South America as it was chosen for him with work he found on a boat with a Captain who didn’t…