Free The Green Lama: Unbound (The Green Lama Legacy Book 3) by Adam Lance Garcia

laced his fingers together. “If they can achieve what they have promised, perhaps we can finally overcome the Toht, Vogel, and von Kultz embarrassments and maybe we will have the tools we need to return glory to the Fatherland.”
    The Oberführer snorted. “Magic. Mysticism. Supernatural foolishness, if you ask me. I do not question the Führer on anything else, but his obsession with the occult is worrisome. Arks… Holy Grails… Even the ‘Spear of Destiny.’ How many men have died in vain for these ‘sacred’ items? I suppose the next thing we will learn is that those masked individuals are really little green men from Mars.”
    “Coincidentally, Herr Oberführer, you are not that far off.”
    The Nazi officials turned to find their bearded compatriot entering the tent.
    “Herr Doktor Hammond,” Gottschalk said with a slight bow of his head.
    “Herr Obergruppenführer,” the doctor replied as he walked over to a small dry bar in the back corner of the tent. He gave a perfunctory salute. “Heil Hitler.”
    “Everything go well?” Gottschalk asked.
    Hammond nodded with muted satisfaction. The Oberführer made note of the ornate scabbard hooked to the doctor’s belt; he had not been wearing it earlier.
    “Come, now,” Hirsch said with a chuckle. “You’re not saying that those masked twins are spacemen, are you?”
    “Oh, I never said anything of the sort!” the doctor exclaimed as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.
    “Then what are you getting at, Herr Doktor?” the Oberführer asked. “From what I understand it was you who arranged this little excursion.”
    “Indeed,” the doctor said, a smile beneath his Van Dyke. He took a sip of the drink, hissing as the liquor burned its way down. “Do any of you recall hearing of an expedition to Tibet several years ago?”
    “Ah yes… the one lead by Kannenberg and that maniac Karl Heydrich,” Hirsch said thoughtfully. “I read the reports. Terrible mess that was.”
    The doctor cleared his throat. “Yes, but while the expedition was… less than successful, our mission here is directly tied to Heydrich’s failed efforts.”
    “And how is that?” the Oberführer inquired as he paced the tent with his hands behind his back.
    “They were looking for an artifact, a tablet of sorts,” Gottschalk interjected.
    The Oberführer raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “What sort of ‘tablet’?”
    “The Jade Tablet, to be precise,” the doctor said as he took a seat. “Heydrich believed the Tablet would give us the ingredients to create our very own supersoldiers, and while that may have been possible, Heydrich was mistaken about several things.”
    “Such as?” Hirsch asked.
    “Firstly, Heydrich, understandably, believed that the Jade Tablet was a literal tablet made of jade, when it is in fact something of a misnomer. The Jade Tablet he sought was a ring of rainbow fiber. Secondly, he believed there was only one Tablet.” Hammond paused and held up two fingers and a thumb. “There are, however, three .”
    The Oberführer stopped short as though he had been punched in the stomach.
    “The First, the one Heydrich was after, is… lost to us for the time being. The Second is believed to have been destroyed sometime in the first century by the Ancient Jews.”
    Hirsch snorted. “The Jews ruin everything, don’t they?”
    The others chuckled briefly, and the doctor continued.
    “The Third… The Third Tablet is here , somewhere on this island.”
    “Let us pretend for a moment that these Jade Tablets really do exist,” the Oberführer postulated. “If one is here, why do we not just reach out and take it? All these theatrics, dealing with thugs and masked men, moving around in the night like criminals; a waste! And if we were to obtain it, do we even know what it does? You said that Heydrich believed the first one would give us ‘supersoldiers.’”
    Hammond sighed, exasperated. “It is believed that each Tablet, though tied to the same