“In the midst of all the confusion, one of the Wehrmacht generals made a grab for power, trying to bring down the bunker and expose us all to attack.” Even with a repair team having clearly worked on it, it didn’t look safe. “That sounds like a story,” he said, as they passed a mangled corridor. He wondered how she was he’d only met her once, but she would be alone in the complex. He smiled to himself the rumours that Roth had been sleeping with the English reporter who was kept somewhere else within the complex were clearly true. Horton blinked Roth’s English had improved. It had nothing of the slight disdain that all of the SS officers showed when speaking to Himmler’s black oracle, just a deep tiredness. “I dare say you did,” Roth said, in English. A coup? An air raid? A nuclear attack? Had someone made a desperate grab for power? “We heard shooting…” “What’s happened?” He asked, wondering what had happened. He sniffed the smell of dead bodies was also present, along with the smell of fear and scared humans. There were signs of devastation along the corridors the scent of gunfire was in the air. He kissed his white wife, Jasmine, goodbye, before following Roth out of their rooms and into the main tunnels. Was he imagining it, or was that a splash of blood on Roth’s normally dapper uniform? What had happened? Horton studied the SS officer, the first SS officer he’d met in the flesh, as it were, with concern Roth’s face was pale. “Come with me,” SS Obergruppenfuehrer Herman Roth said. The amount of information he knew would make his rescue a total disaster – Himmler knew that, he must know that. He’d wondered if the SAS had tried to rescue them, but he knew that – no matter the genial and friendly impression Himmler offered – the SS would have killed them all before letting the British recover them. Horton had prayed, something he hadn’t done for years, asking for help the sound of shooting had echoed through the vast bunkers. The last few days had been terrifying the SS had simply locked him and his family in their rooms and ignored all their requests for explanations – or even a chance to ask the Reichsführer what was happening. Professor Adrian Horton, professor of history and prisoner of the German Reich, looked up as the blonde SS officer entered.
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