¹𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘆 - 𝘴. 𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 ✓

𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

Snow whipped around his face, the wind made its way through the many layers of clothing he had on, chilling him to the bone.

Ahead a set of headlights approach then stop in front of him. He could barley see the two men get out through all the snow.

"Are you the guys from Washington?" He called very loudly over the wind.

"That's some flight ALT. Get many other visitors out here?" The first man called back to him.

"How long have you been on site?" The second man asked.

"Since this morning. A Russian oil team called it in about 18 hours ago." He explained.

"How come nobody spotted it before?" The first man asked.

He gestured around, "Ice melts. Storms blow in. Landscape changes all the time. You mind if I ask what this thing is, exactly?" The question he had been dying to know since he got the call earlier that morning. It had to be big if they called the feds all the way out here for it.

"Would you believe us if we said it was a weather balloon?" The first man, who he could now tell was the leader, answered.

"No." They where being secretive, now he was even more curious.

He lead them forward, "Listen, for the record, I'm not sure we have the equipment for a job like this-"

"Is the sonar up and running yet?" The leader interrupted him.

"Sure. We're getting deep ice preliminaries now. Very deep."

"So? How long before we can start craning it out?"

At that moment he realized that these guys didn't know what it was either, "I don't think you quite
understand..." he motioned to the huge mysterious object a little bit ahead of them, "you guys are gonna need one hell of a crane."

The two men looked up in awe. What appeared to be the wing of a plane was jutting out of the ice. At least 50 feet in the air, it was black and had an air of ominous about it.

Just through the ice, a head with tentacles could be seen. Bellow it, what he could only assume was German was stenciled in. The symbol looked familiar, although the could not place it.

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A few hours later, they had managed to get equipment set up and were using a laser to cut through the thick metal of what they assumed was a plane.

The laser cut through, creating a perfect hole for two men to drop down through. The inside was like nothing he had ever scene before. There were shattered control screens and operating stations with many buttons.

"This has got to be World War II. But the Luftwaffe didn't have anything nearly this advanced... or this big." He radioed to the men outside. It was very creepy being in what he assumed was a Nazi plane. It was much bigger than anything he thought they were capable of at the time.

"Lieutenant?" His partner called.

"Hold that base." He said into his radio.

His partner was standing next to a ice flow, "what is it?" The partner asks.

He just stared at it. He knew that symbol, those stripes. It was Captain Americas shield. Every man, women and child knew what it looked like. As a kid he would pretend to be Captain America with his brother. He even remembers going as Cap for Halloween once. He was a national symbol... a hero.

"Base, get me a line to the colonel."

"It's 2am sir." He heard through the radio.

"I don't care what time it is... this one is worth waking up for."

He bent down and wiped away the rest of the ice, a look of awe on his face. It was Steve Rodgers shield alright.