NAZI NUKES — an action adventure comedy

NAZI NUKES

Warner Yeager settled the headset against his ear and tried to tune out the chirping of the tree frogs and crickets that threatened to drown on the ping he just heard.

He waved the metal wand in his hand back and forth across the ground.

There it was again. A definite ping.

He reached into the pouch he carried at his side and placed an orange flag on a thin wire into the soft earth, then glanced up at the sky. Twilight was falling, and he cursed.

“Damn it,” he muttered.

There wasn’t enough time to hike back to his car, lug out the ground penetrating radar equipment he had jury rigged into a backpack and make it to the spot before night fell in the black forest.

It would be too dark to hunt, too dark to determine if his reasoning was correct or if he had just discovered another false hope buried under seventy years of loam and dirt.

He sighed and turned back to his car.

He drew a small can of red paint from his pocket and blazed the trees nearest the orange flag.

It had happened in the past, that when he returned to a spot where he knew a flag had been, it was gone.