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“I have no doubt,” Stohrer began, but his words trailed off as Halstead walked out of the room and ordered the door shut behind him. When Halstead re-entered Block One’s common area, he was startled to find Goebbels waiting for him along with the others. “What are you doing here?” he demanded of his minister as the researchers formed a semicircle with the armor contingent missing from one end. “My apologies for coming here, mein Führer, but there are developments that require your immediate response,” Goebbels stammered out with a steady gaze at the concrete floor. “Very well, you might as well tag along, and we’ll discuss things on the walk to the next block. As the man in charge of propaganda, it won’t hurt for you to know about our secret weapons. Herr Schmeisser.” “Mein Führer.” “It is time for you and I to discuss the development of the Wehrmacht’s firearms.” “Yes, mein Führer.” The engineer in charge of Firearms Research led his own team into another lab adjoining the common area, and this time Goebbels followed. This time Halstead did not even wait for the engineer to begin speaking before he waved his hand for quiet and strode to the table in the center of the room. “Your laboratory shall design two machine guns.” Already the dictator was leaning over the table, his right hand was moving, and the other occupants of the room were gathering around him to stare in fascination. |