Free The Chair by Michael Ziegler Page B

what we would find once we got there.
    We arrived at the conduit and when the sliding wall opened, there was Paxton and Anders waiting for us, along with their fanatics, again seemingly in control.
     We walked in as Anders held his weapon on us “I understand you’re looking for your father as we once were. Now it’s clear that no one knows where he went, but that is of little consequence to us now because we have the chair.
    Paxton quickly interjected brazenly. “You’re going to have a long wait now. Whether he is doing well or in deep trouble, you will never know.
     London is such a far off place from this island but only a quick trip using this chair. It’s a shame you won’t be able to use it now! Heh, heh, maybe you can blow him a kiss from here.”
    Paxton and Anders looked at each other and began laughing. Then the look on Paxton’s face quickly turned to a sneer “Take ‘em back to the tank till it’s time to get rid of ‘em.
    I couldn’t help myself but strike out at least verbally. “You’ll never get any money for those stolen jewels; they’ll be looking for them!”
    Anders smiled answering calmly. “Richard, don’t worry about little details like that. I happen to have a buyer I’m on my way to see right now in Germany. He’s someone who is eager to help his war torn and debt ridden country out and happens to be collecting rare art and historical artifacts such as these.
    The man is young and full of ambition much like me wanting to change his country, mold it into a powerful nation. I may use him soon as a personal consultant when I gain power.”
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER
    ELEVEN
     
     
     
     
    A nders walked over to the central command desk pushing the control lever to the right. The target recticle shifted to the east and then south till it relocated over Germany and finally came to rest over Munich and I almost caught a glimpse of the exact location when the barrel of the gun pushed at my back. Dorn certainly didn’t have a light touch and I got the message.
     He motioned with his weapon. “Get moving both of you; I’m sure you know where the tank is.”
    Paxton stood up waiving her weapon. It was obvious she had been drinking and becoming boisterous. “Take them out on the beach somewhere out of sight and get rid of them both; they’re of no use to us now”
    Dorn looked up at her in surprise. “You mean you want me to kill them now?”
    “And why not? Is it that you still have something going for her?”
    I have to say, this wasn’t the most pleasant moment of my stay here. He was going to kill us both and that was it? No, there had to be a way out of this, but what was it?
    Anders had picked up the canvass bag with the crown jewels preparing to make his trip to Germany as we were marched out of the conduit.
    Paxton came up to Dorn discretely as we walked  out. “Grab a shovel on your way out and bury them when it’s done. I don’t want to see their faces again.”
    We walked down the dark passageway toward the mouth of the cavern and I could see the ocean, a turquoise color of clear ocean water glistening in the sun. My thoughts were racing trying to think of a way to get us out of this but nothing came to mind short of us being shot. As he lead us out onto the beach our steps now became labored as we made our way through the sand toward what looked like a small out of the way cove. That was the place I thought; there is where we make our last stand.
    “Ok, stop right here. Both of you get down on your knees.” He pointed his weapon at us.
    We both looked back at him and Ara pleaded. “Don’t do this Eric! This isn’t you!”
    “Shut up! Don’t tell me who I am!”
    He was grimacing and I could hear it in his voice that he was struggling with this.
    “What did we do that was so terrible to deserve being shot?” she continued.
    “You don’t want to go down this road Eric, for god’s sake!” I said, reaffirming her plea.
    “I said shut up!” Then, lowering