little further down past his sleeping quarters.”
We kept pace through another large workspace and continued along a smaller hallway with several doors on either side finally stopping at one of them. “I believe this is the one.” He said looking at me for further instructions.
“Ara, wait for me here I’ll be right back.” Taking hold of him I ordered. “You come with me.”
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
I t was getting rather late as I walked the German further down the hallway to a smaller door with a tiny square window. Opening the door, I looked into a rather large dark storage room where there was one single light bulb hanging from the ceiling with a pull string, which I used for the moment. I grabbed him roughly, shoving him inside.
“They will know that I am missing and send someone out looking for me. It’s no use to try and escape; this is a secured area and you will most certainly be found!”
“Enough talk, stay still,” I ordered, as I sat him down in the chair. I gagged him, tied him up securely with what looked like old clothesline, and flicked the light off leaving him there. Then as I headed back down the hallway, Ara was still standing there by the door waiting for me and looking very anxious. “Richard I, I’m actually afraid to knock on the door. I’m afraid it’s not going to be him.”
I took her in my arms holding her close, and then looked into her eyes. “Hey, we’ve come this far and it looks like it is going to pay off. Your father’s been missing all this time, he has to be somewhere.”
She looked up at me biting her lip, her blond hair brushing up against my face as she turned and knocked on the door. There was no response at first then a muffled voice emanated from what sounded like the back of the room. “What is it? My work shift is over for the day.”
“Father, is that you in there?”
“What? It can’t be. Is that you –my Ara?”
The door slowly opened and an older man with glasses and a graying beard peered out, his face suddenly lighting up. “It is, it is you Ara! How could this be? How on earth were you able to find me?”
They both embraced in an emotional moment, tears streaming down Ara’s face as her father held her in his arms. To give them a moment, I walked down the hall to check on the German once again and look around for anyone else approaching. All seemed quiet at this point, being at a very late hour. We, all three of us went back in his room where we would be out of sight from anyone happening to pass through.
“Father, how did you ever get to Germany? The last I knew you were in London and when you didn’t come back I―”
“I know honey, I never returned; but believe me I had no choice in the matter. I was in London working at my employment that day, just as usual. We were working on a project that had been ongoing for months and deep into it, when two men approached me saying they had a proposition for me and would I be interested in discussing it over dinner.” I held Ara close as her father continued his story.
“They appeared reasonable at first. I told my companion workers that I was going to dinner with the two men but that I wouldn’t be long. They mentioned they had a place in mind and before I knew it I was hustled into a car which drove off toward the docks.
They told me that their Führer had need of my services. They said they had heard of my intimate familiarity in the field of electro- magnetics as well as my knowledge of fuel aerodynamics acoustics and basic combustion.
“I told them I was sorry if I had mislead them into thinking I would be interested in looking for alternative employment, but that I was very busy with a project at the moment and I would let them know if and when the situation had changed.
They, being insistent, were obviously not interested in my explanation and told me in no uncertain terms I would have to go with them.
“They further informed me there were others I
We kept pace through another large workspace and continued along a smaller hallway with several doors on either side finally stopping at one of them. “I believe this is the one.” He said looking at me for further instructions.
“Ara, wait for me here I’ll be right back.” Taking hold of him I ordered. “You come with me.”
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
I t was getting rather late as I walked the German further down the hallway to a smaller door with a tiny square window. Opening the door, I looked into a rather large dark storage room where there was one single light bulb hanging from the ceiling with a pull string, which I used for the moment. I grabbed him roughly, shoving him inside.
“They will know that I am missing and send someone out looking for me. It’s no use to try and escape; this is a secured area and you will most certainly be found!”
“Enough talk, stay still,” I ordered, as I sat him down in the chair. I gagged him, tied him up securely with what looked like old clothesline, and flicked the light off leaving him there. Then as I headed back down the hallway, Ara was still standing there by the door waiting for me and looking very anxious. “Richard I, I’m actually afraid to knock on the door. I’m afraid it’s not going to be him.”
I took her in my arms holding her close, and then looked into her eyes. “Hey, we’ve come this far and it looks like it is going to pay off. Your father’s been missing all this time, he has to be somewhere.”
She looked up at me biting her lip, her blond hair brushing up against my face as she turned and knocked on the door. There was no response at first then a muffled voice emanated from what sounded like the back of the room. “What is it? My work shift is over for the day.”
“Father, is that you in there?”
“What? It can’t be. Is that you –my Ara?”
The door slowly opened and an older man with glasses and a graying beard peered out, his face suddenly lighting up. “It is, it is you Ara! How could this be? How on earth were you able to find me?”
They both embraced in an emotional moment, tears streaming down Ara’s face as her father held her in his arms. To give them a moment, I walked down the hall to check on the German once again and look around for anyone else approaching. All seemed quiet at this point, being at a very late hour. We, all three of us went back in his room where we would be out of sight from anyone happening to pass through.
“Father, how did you ever get to Germany? The last I knew you were in London and when you didn’t come back I―”
“I know honey, I never returned; but believe me I had no choice in the matter. I was in London working at my employment that day, just as usual. We were working on a project that had been ongoing for months and deep into it, when two men approached me saying they had a proposition for me and would I be interested in discussing it over dinner.” I held Ara close as her father continued his story.
“They appeared reasonable at first. I told my companion workers that I was going to dinner with the two men but that I wouldn’t be long. They mentioned they had a place in mind and before I knew it I was hustled into a car which drove off toward the docks.
They told me that their Führer had need of my services. They said they had heard of my intimate familiarity in the field of electro- magnetics as well as my knowledge of fuel aerodynamics acoustics and basic combustion.
“I told them I was sorry if I had mislead them into thinking I would be interested in looking for alternative employment, but that I was very busy with a project at the moment and I would let them know if and when the situation had changed.
They, being insistent, were obviously not interested in my explanation and told me in no uncertain terms I would have to go with them.
“They further informed me there were others I
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