In the land of the Americas all was well, until the Fuhrer's most trusted comrade entered the Lion's Lair. "Heil Hitler!" Goebbels squealed with his right arm slicing the air.
"Joseph my friend, come and sit," Hitler said invitingly. "Enjoy a flask of Evian with me."
Evian, the triple filtered water, was a luxurious commodity reserved only to the German High Command, and the Aryan families in the Haven Zone. No one else.
"You sounded tense over the phone," Hitler recalled.
"Yes, mein Führer," Goebbels answered.
"Why?"
"Well, before I explain, tell me, are we alone?" Goebbels wondered. "The sensitive information might be something that you do not even wish for young Adler to hear..."
Hitler paused where he stood and ogled Goebbels. "This must be top secret?"
"I feel it is," Goebbels said.
"Then enlighten me, and do not worry about Adler," Hitler stated. "He is walking Blondi around the grounds."
"Of course mein Führer."
Hitler waved an accepting hand.
"Last night, an Unidentified Flying Object jettisoned across our skies, and crash landed in the New Mexican desert – specifically, the Roswell area, and close to the Haven Zone."
"Were there any Aryan witnesses or casualties?!" Hitler queried with worry.
"Nein," Goebbels said assuredly.
"Gut," Hitler breathed. "Gut. And, was this UFO anything that Mengele's team created?"
"Nein," Goebbels confirmed.
Mengele was Head of Hitler's Nazi Science Division, and the anthropological madman who performed ungodly experiments on the Jews – and their identical sets of twins during the war.
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