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Larra’s
Mayan Adventure
A tall dark-haired beauty strolled slowly through
“Modern women,” muttered
Hauptsturmfuehrer Kurt Schroeder.
“So confident of their
abilities.”
He approached the four
females.
“
Schroeder found himself completely smitten
by the beautiful woman before him.
Larra regarded the heavyset Schroeder
expectantly. He was a handsome
young man. Blond-haired and
blue-eyed, she guessed he was about 25 or 26 years
old. He stood about the same
height as Larra’a five foot ten inches, but was massively
built. He must have weighed about
100 pounds more than Larra’s well-muscled
135. “The perfect archetype
of Adolf Hitler’s Aryan superman,” she
thought. His smile was engaging
and friendly, yet there was something about him that Larra found
disturbing. She could not quite
put her finger on it. Perhaps
it was the black SS uniform he wore and the death’s head skull on his
cap. These were symbols that
were clearly intended to impress if not intimidate anyone who saw
them.
Schroeder found himself stammering a
reply. “I…I…
am…I am afraid that I do not know your
companions.”
Larra gestured to the tall black woman holding
the white infant. Dazzled by
Larra, Schroeder now realized that she too was a woman of statuesque grace
and comeliness. “This is my maidservant,
Sarah. She is holding my son,
James. She understands no German,
but speaks some English.”
Larra then turned to the redhead, a woman
who would have been considered radiantly good-looking on her own had she
not been standing next to Larra Court.
“And this is my associate, Amy
Price. She has been of inestimable
value in my research.”
Schroeder bowed to all three
beauties. “Welcome
ladies,” he said.
“Please accompany me.
The car is waiting. I
will have your luggage picked up and taken to the train
station.”
With that, Schroeder turned and led the trio
to a Mercedes limousine parked outside the
airport. Within a few minutes
they were being driven into central
The rest of the conversation revolved around
idle chitchat regarding the summer weather, the convenience of air travel,
and other pleasantries. Both
Larra and Schroeder were somewhat guarded in their choice of topics, seeking
to keep back any information that they thought might be useful to the
other.
Larra was deeply curious about the nature
of her invitation to Nazi Germany.
The new German regime had been in power only a short time, but its
reputation for ruthless brutality was well known among informed members of
the world community, and Larra was certainly one of
those. She and Amy had been ready
to leave for
The train ride to
“Yes,” she said quietly, “I
still miss him deeply. James
will always be a part of me as long as I
live. He lives through my memories
and through his child.” And
here Larra caressed the dark hair of the infant.
They were met on arrival in
Himmler’s office was an imposing high
ceilinged room paneled in rich wood.
Sitting behind a massive desk was Reichsfuhrer
Himmler. He was flanked by two
armed SS guards. “I wonder
if he fears attack from all of his visitors,” thought Larra, “or
are they there merely to intimidate his quests?”
The Reichsfuhrer himself was not an impressive
presence. If it had not been
for his uniform he would have passed unnoticed in any
crowd. What Larra saw before
her was a mousy little man, several inches shorter than
herself.
He wore wire-rimmed spectacles and sported a thin mustache on his
upper lip. A rather weak mouth
and a receding chin finished off the picture of this specimen of the master
race. Yet, Larra knew that she
was in the presence of one of the most powerful members of the new German
order.
Himmler did not stand to greet
her. Instead he fussed with some
papers while one of his orderlies ushered her and Amy into two comfortable
chairs in front of his desk. After
they were seated the Reichsfuhrer looked up and addressed
them. “I am pleased,
“I have been somewhat curious, yes,”
replied Larra. She shifted in
her chair a little and noticed Himmler’s eyes flicker momentarily across
her bosom. She had left the top
three buttons of her blouse unbuttoned exposing a liberal expanse of her
perfect white breasts. She had
found that when dealing with men it was often easier to influence them with
her body than with her logic.
“I have learned from my sources that
you are on an expedition to the land of the Maya in search of a fabled lost
city,” continued the Reichsfuhrer, getting to his feet and beginning
to pace back and forth behind his desk.
“Please do not bother to ask how I know this, it is enough that
I do know.”
Larra raised her elegant eyebrows slightly,
but did not reply.
Himmler leaned across his
desk. “You, Fraulein, have
developed something of a reputation for discovering sites that were thought
to be merely legends. It turns
out in this case that your proposed expedition intersects with the interests
of the Third Reich.”
Larra kept her face
expressionless. “Please
explain, Herr
Himmler.”
Himmler beckoned to Schroeder and moved across
the room. “It may be easier
to show you what I mean than to explain,” he said, and taking a key
from his pocket he unlocked a cabinet built into the dark wood paneling of
the room. Inside Larra could
make out two wooden boxes, each about a foot square.
Himmler and Schroeder picked up the boxes
and carried them to the desk. Larra
noticed that both men took as much care with the boxes as if they were carrying
crates of eggs. Their curiosity
piqued, both Larra and Amy leaned forward in their
chairs.
Himmler took a second key and unlocked
the box he had carried. The side
of the box facing him swung down on its hinges so that its contents were
hidden from the two women. Seeing
he had their attention the Reichsfuhrer turned his attention to the second
box and unlocked it as well. Then
reaching into the first box he removed an object swathed in
velvet. Gingerly he placed the
still covered object on top of the open box, using it as a
pedestal. By now Larra and Amy
were bursting with curiosity, but they kept their
composure. It was best not to
give anything away in front of this man.
Himmler seemed to enjoy teasing the two women, because instead of
revealing what was under the cloth-covered object, he went to the second
box and repeated the process of removing and placing a similarly covered
object on top of the second box.
Turning to the two captivated women
like a magician addressing his audience he announced: “Now I think you
will see something that will amaze even you
With a bit of a flourish Himmler
pulled the cloth covering from both of the hidden objects
simultaneously. What was revealed
took Larra’s and Amy’s breath
away. Glittering on top of each
pedestal were two skulls. But
these were not normal archeological treasures; these skulls were composed
of glittering crystal.
With an astonished gasp both Larra
and Amy rose to their feet.
“I had heard of such treasures,” exclaimed Larra, “but
I never thought to see two!
Especially here in
Himmler seemed quite pleased with
the effect he had created. His
face beamed with a sort of cheesy smile.
Larra bent over the scintillating
objects before her. She had never
imagined anything in the shape of a human skull could be so hypnotically
beautiful. Each skull was formed
of flawless quartz crystal and was perfect in every detail, right down to
the number of teeth in each jaw.
Tentatively she reached out and ran her hand over the surface of the
closest skull. The skull had
been polished to an exquisite smoothness.
As she ran her hand over the gleaming surface of the skull an electric
thrill ran through her body.
“They are ethereally beautiful, Herr Reichsfuhrer,” she
breathed, “but what is your purpose in showing me these
marvels?”
“Let me show you something
Fraulein,” replied Himmler, moving to the windows of the
room.
Pulling on the cords holding the
drapes Himmler drew the curtains covering the
windows. Outside, it was a bright
sunny day and the rays of the sun streamed
in. Larra saw that Himmler had
chosen the time of her appointment with him
carefully. The skulls on the
desktop were perfectly positioned to catch the sun’s
radiation. As the sunlight struck
each skull their crystal structure amplified the sunlight and projected it
in an intense beam that blazed out through the eyes, flooding the room with
an intense brightness far beyond that of ordinary
sunlight. Momentarily blinded,
both Larra and Amy staggered back from the desktop, shielding their
eyes. Hurriedly, Himmler tossed
the velvet cloths over the skulls and the skull-enhanced brilliance
disappeared.
Himmler stammered an apology:
“I…I…Frauleins… I am
sorry. I forgot that you would
be in the path of the skulls' intensity.
Please forgive me. Are
you alright?”
Himmler rounder the desk and placed
his soft white hands on Larra’s arms and
shoulders. Nodding to Schroeder
he indicated that the curtains should be
closed. As the room descended
into its former gloom Larra and Amy found that they were able to see once
more.
Larra shrugged off Himmler’s
hands. “Can you see, Amy?”
she asked, anxiously, ignoring the Reichsfuhrer and turning to her
friend.
“I’m fine,” replied
Amy, sitting down and rubbing her eyes.
Larra turned to
Himmler. She was
furious. “Is this why I
was invited to
Himmler turned bright
red. This was something that
Schroeder had never seen before.
“I…I…” he attempted, and then recovering his composure
he turned to his orderlies.
“Out, out! I will
converse with my guests alone.
Schroeder, you stay.”
“Please accept my apologies
for my careless actions
“Enough of this show,”
admonished Larra. “I admit
that I am impressed. Why did
you want me to see this?”
“Please sit down, ladies,”
said Himmler, returning to his desk.
“As you have seen, these skulls are possessed of a certain
power. I believe that they have
the potential to be a weapon of unparalleled
energy. I know that you,
“Thank you,” replied Larra
somewhat mollified. “But
I…”
“Please let me continue,”
interrupted the Reichsfuhrer.
“We believe that there is a third skull; the missing skull that
is necessary to develop the full power of these mysterious
artifacts. We think that you,
“So what you are saying,”
interjected Larra, “is that when you found out I was headed to
“That, Fraulein,” replied
Himmler “is the situation exactly.
We would like to use you to help us and in return, you would once
again achieve another archeological triumph.”
Larra thought
carefully. Himmler’s fascination
with the occult was well known, so she was not surprised that he might be
dabbling in ancient relics as a part of that
obsession. She was not sure,
however, that she wanted any involvement with his misguided
delusions. Still, if he had any
information that might be of use to her in her archeological adventures…
She was tempted.
“I would like a day to think
it over,” Larra said finally, “but before I agree I would like
to be sure that I am not simply wasting my
time. I would like a quick look
at what information you possess. I
assure you that if the material you hold is genuine I will not use it for
my own purposes, whether I decide to join you or
not.”
“What is this?” replied
Himmler, incredulously, “You offer me nothing, but want me to reveal
what sources of information I have?”
“Those are my terms,” Larra
replied coolly. “I interrupted
preparations for my own expedition to come
here. The least you can do is
show me whether or not the trip was worth the
investment.”
Larra’s determined tone seemed
to convince Himmler.
“Alright,” he replied.
“I will let you study some of my sources for five
minutes. That should be enough
to show you whether or not it is genuine, but not long enough for you to
learn too much.”
Himmler nodded to Schroeder, who
produced a sheaf of yellowed documents from a cabinet beside the one that
had housed the skulls. Schroeder
strode to a side table and carefully spread the documents over its
surface. Larra and Amy crossed
the room to the table. Quickly,
Larra began to leaf through the mass of
material. Occasionally she stopped
to study a piece of yellowed paper more intently.
“Five minutes,” Himmler
announced. “Have you seen
enough to convince you?”
“The documents seem genuine,”
answered Larra. “I will
give you my answer tomorrow. Thank
you Herr Himmler.”
Larra moved to the center of the
room. Clearly the interview was
over. Himmler seemed annoyed
at the way Larra seemed to have taken charge of the
interview. It should have been
him terminating the interview, not Larra!
Nevertheless, he realized that there was not much more to be
said.
“Hauptsturmfuehrer Schroeder
will escort you to your hotel,” Himmler
scowled. “Heil
Hitler!” With that, Himmler
waved them from the room.
The limousine ride to the hotel was
uneventful. Schroeder engaged
in small talk with the two women.
When they reached the hotel Schroeder escorted them into the
lobby. Schroeder bowed to the
two women. “Ladies, may I request the honor
of having dinner with you this evening?”
Larra
hesitated. She knew she dared
not trust anyone connected with Himmler, but a dinner engagement might be
a way to obtain needed information.
Schroeder seemed pleasant enough.
“I would be delighted,” she replied.
“Excellent,” Schroeder
replied, clicking his heels.
“I will be here at seven to pick up you and Fraulein
Price.”
A few minutes later Amy and Larra
were in their room. Sara was
playing with James in a corner of the
room. Amy opened her mouth to
say something, but Larra stopped her by putting her finger to her
lips. Quickly Larra strode to
the bathroom and turned on the taps in the ornate
tub. “I expect the room
contains listening devices,” she
said. “But we should be
able to speak in here.”
“I was going to ask,” stated
Amy, “why you consented so readily to Himmler’s
plans? Surely you don’t
think we can trust him?”
“No, that would be the farthest
thing from my mind. My main concern
is getting out of
“Do you really think he would
harm us?” Amy whispered.
“A man that has already been
responsible for the deaths and imprisonment of hundreds of his own countrymen
would certainly not stop at eliminating a few
foreigners. We must pretend to
cooperate until we are out of his power.
Meanwhile I suggest we rest.
We have a dinner engagement with one of Himmler’s stooges in
just a few hours.”