Star Trek: The Romulan Wars - The Outpost Page #2

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SS.

- But not since about 1945.

- Aye, right.

Wait a minute.

You're looking for gold out here, right?

I know about all this sh*t.

Lost Nazi gold.

Right. F*** gold.

I want three primaries up there

in the tree line, 30 meters spread

- and lay some wire beyond that.

- Whoa, stop the f***ing bus.

I thought this was strictly a 48, in and out.

And now we've got an unknown number

of hostiles sending down fire.

So we, meaning you, dig in.

Bodies.

Dead men this high.

Why dump them here?

Because they more than just killed

these men.

Burying someone already, eh?

Set in for the night.

- Mr. C*nt thinks he's onto some Nazi gold.

- Gold?

Those bushwhackers out there

think they're following a money train.

They'll be back.

So you better watch your arses. All right?

Forty-eight hour job.

You have better places to be?

Nice.

You play?

All this sh*t is why I left the Marines.

- Strike gold yet?

- Can't even find a match to strike. You got?

Sure.

I hate that feeling you get in the field.

You know, always like

someone is watching you.

Apparently someone is.

Didn't take you for a religious girl.

Yeah.

My old boy was a priest.

Said it was just like being a soldier.

Both do a lot of things on faith.

Yeah.

We both get to burn twice, too.

Once here, then in Hell.

Why don't you police up any med supplies

we got downstairs?

Any time now is just fine, nurse.

Go on.

Your move, by the way.

Nice.

You're gonna have me

in trouble pretty quick by this rate.

Bet you'd talk to her if she bent down

and touched her toes, eh, big lad?

Checkmate?

Just slipped on some loose gold, eh?

- How is our comm situation?

- Not good, Tops.

Not since you ripped

the battery out backwards.

There's a radio room back there

you can cut into. Detail Prior on him

and see if you can scare us up enough

to get back online.

Whoever shot you is still out there

and I don't want to be deaf.

Your men need to grow up.

That's a nine mil hollow-point.

Now, a shell like this

is gonna push your lungs

clean through your spine.

Leave an exit wound big enough

to jump through.

You're gonna talk sooner or later, Gunst.

And it's gonna be to me.

So, this is what all the fuss is about?

What is it?

- The last 18 years of my life.

- This?

It may not look like much right now,

but this could be the Holy Grail of physics.

I never really trusted science.

Well,

there are four forces that control matter.

The key has been trying to find

how those forces interact.

If we can do that,

then we can explain the behavior

of all the substance in the universe.

Einstein coined a phrase,

unified field theory.

Many people thought he was close

to finding a solution.

But when he saw the atomic bomb tests

at Trinity,

he abandoned the research

and destroyed his notes.

Nobody has even come close

to finding a solution since.

So you came all the way out here

because you think that the Nazis...

Were working on the same thing.

I think this machine was designed

to manipulate a unified field.

And that chamber above it

where you found the bodies,

was built to control the resultant energy,

contain it.

- Why?

- The Germans were trying to win a war.

But with this technology,

its application and impact

in the modern world would be

limitless.

And probably priceless.

Mr. Hunt, is that you, sir?

You okay?

What's the matter?

You look like I f***ed your sister.

You ain't gonna get an answer, you know.

Shut up!

Killed a man once, asked for two things.

When he was done crying for his mama,

he begged for his God.

And you know what the answer was?

A bullet.

See...

That bright light...

It ain't Heaven, son.

It's just a muzzle flare.

Hey.

Listen.

F***ing love culture.

Mac, turn that sh*t off!

Incoming!

Contact!

- How many?

- F*** knows!

You, hold fast.

Stay down. Pick your targets.

Mac, quarter left. Cotter, quarter right.

Jesus!

God damn it!

Sound off.

- One, okay.

- Two, okay.

- Three, okay.

- Four, okay.

- Six, okay.

- Seven, okay.

Five. Sound off. Five?

- He's gone.

- What the...

- Tak? Taktarov?

- No, stay down.

Voyteche. What happened?

- I don't know. The wind...

- Tak!

- Where the f*** is he?

- Maybe he done a runner down the bunker.

- Maybe they took him.

- Tak!

How close did they get in?

Prior, check the perimeter.

No way they got that close.

Too much open ground.

What, the wind and light show

didn't distract you?

Wire ain't touched.

The Claymores are intact.

- They didn't even get close.

- So he ran.

No.

He didn't run.

F***ers must really want

a piece of that gold.

There is no gold.

All right, hold fast.

- Top?

- Later, Jordan.

Sir.

I've been holding this.

The round I dug out of Mac's arm.

An old 7.62, huh?

Yeah, except look at it.

There's no way it could have been fired,

it's totally wasted.

You sure?

Trust me, that could never have

cleared a barrel's end.

This, Tak, that cross, and before...

Jesus, 18 hours ago this was an easy ride.

Aye, and 36 hours ago

you could handle anything.

Now wind your bloody neck in!

Sir.

F*** with me.

Please.

- Which one?

- Tak.

Whoever took him left that.

This was a Nazi bunker, DC.

There are plenty of relics here.

See where that's decayed?

That should have killed the man firing it.

Instead we pulled it out of Mac's arm.

Your team can function

with a man down, right?

Oh, sure. Maybe you'd like to shoulder arms

and come and sample the f***ed up

weather and light show

we've been having as well, eh?

- Weather and lights?

- Yeah, fireworks and a wind.

Well, like nothing

I've ever experienced before.

Things happen in the field, but...

Ludicrous.

Well, trust me, after what I've just seen,

nothing is ludicrous.

Maybe he took it himself.

Or whoever took him left it.

Right. So whoever they are,

wear the Iron Cross

and are f***ing invisible to you, eh?

Mac, think about it. Behind the wire.

Oh, come on, you've seen that complex.

They could be right beneath us.

- We cleared it.

- Did we?

We're in charge.

The Third Reich was renowned

for dabbling with the occult.

Fantasy blending with scientific research.

Field theory would have been

perfect for them.

An equation

that could bend space and time.

Potentially alter reality.

They were running some kind of trials

on these soldiers.

Exposing them to the energy

harnessed in that chamber above.

Why?

Honestly, I think they were trying

to enhance the men.

Enhance them?

Theoretically, the human body

could become fused, disappear.

Interwoven with

the magnetic fields themselves.

The Americans tried something similar

in '43.

An attempt was made to render a warship,

the USS Eldridge, invisible,

using Einstein's theories.

The Philadelphia Experiment.

Urban myth has it

they were partially successful.

I think the Nazis were attempting

something similar.

Maybe even more ambitious.

A soldier that was invulnerable,

unstoppable.

You're not serious?

They were.

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