The Everglades - Chapter Two

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The four Nazis continued toward town. Their destination was a newly built warehouse at the corner of Southeast 2^nd Avenue and Northeast 17^th Street. Still void of purpose, they envisioned a future of receiving and storing weapons and ammunition.

The Nazis who escaped to Argentina were to move operations north, into Columbia. Shipments of arms would originate there. Receiving shipments in the sparsely populated area offered a logistical, war-time wet-dream.

Blunt were minds fogged by war. The General and Colonel were incapable of envisioning anything beyond kinetic attacks. Plans were meant to be fluid; shifting with input from cells operating across the globe.

The driver of the Mercury swung the machine adjacent to the curb near the intersection occupied by the warehouse. Its façade was art-deco and spoke to the design that became known as Mid-Century Modern. Glass bricks occupied window spaces. It allowed for the Florida sun to naturally light interiors while keeping prying eyes from discerning the business’s true purpose.

Double glass entry doors were angled to face the corner of the intersection. The warehouse extended from that point along 2^nd and 17^th streets for equally impressive distances. Eight thousand square feet of floor-space remained open at the second floor level. Two-thousand square feet of narrow office space occupied the length of the 2nd Avenue barrier. The lofty perch, occupied by Nazis, offered observational points for both the city of Miami and the warehouse floor.

Shipments were easily received and shipped throughout the Southeast. Most operations would be undertaken at night. God-fearing people made up the majority of the population. Accompanying sensibilities offered streets free of traffic after dark. Miami presented the perfect environment from which to launch an insurrection.

Plausible deniability dictated these four would never again meet. Arrangements had been made before the newest insurrectionists arrived onshore. Pre-planning afforded the General and Colonel the opportunity to clandestinely operate without raising suspicions. The fewer people encountering two immigrant Germans possessing disgustingly guttural accents the better.

Sleeper cells like these were spread throughout the world.

When their job was complete, the two New York administrators returned home; relegated to observing success from afar.

Words were used economically. The four Nazis embraced purpose. Jobs were approached as would a petty functionary operating an assembly line. Everyone embraced exacting tasks. There was no room for thought beyond objectives. Deviation resulted in execution.

Emotionless, human-frauds strode confidently into the space.

Once inside the building for the first time, opportunities for expressing satisfaction presented themselves. Smiles grew on the faces of all four men. They glanced satisfyingly between one another. Such a large space in the middle of Miami represented their path to success.

“When are we due to receive our first shipment?” General Hochstühl inquired.

“Not until the Führer is able to set up operations in Bariloche.”

Both American counterparts worked in the New York office of a financier who’d funded and provided weapons to the Nazi war machine.

The insurrectionists’ undertaking appeared impossible. Planning had come from the highest levels of authority; well beyond interactions with the General and Colonel.

However brief the association of the four, collective actions reverberated within Miami’s zeitgeist long after their deaths.

The American leader was ex-military. He’d worked on Wall Street after returning from World War I. Stanley Amherst was born in 1900. He’d worked in Army Intelligence during the war to end all wars. He was handsome and knew the language of the enemy well. Incursions behind enemy lines possessed singular purposes. He sought out and seduced secretaries of German officers in order to glean essences of daily reports.

Things were known to the man. Most didn’t understand the true nature of war. The profit motive of those ultimately in charge was great and insatiable. Securing the planet’s resources for those in control was the conflict’s sole purpose. Conscience was a casualty for the man who witnessed so much death at such a young age.

Amherst worked both sides of the fight; gaining favor of industrialists.

Stanley returned home not seeking solace, but that which provided a vehicle to amassing wealth through destruction. He’d been changed. The man wished to control destruction rather than become its victim.

American financiers had been complicit in funding both sides. It was the best manner in which to maximize profit.

Stanley was fortunate to find employment with the firm controlled by Harry Steinmiller, a man without appreciation for innate human beauty. Delusional was the man driven by the psychotic belief, strength entitled ownership of every asset on the planet. If he could seize it without being stopped, he deserved it.

A bastardized concept of God was applied to self-image. Humans were viewed as livestock; to be herded and controlled. Whenever the man recognized talent within staff, he approached them with offers of which they couldn’t refuse. Advanced positions within the firm guaranteed riches. The cost was merely one’s soul; that which was believed to perish along with flesh. Those unfortunate enough to receive offers knew polite refusals weren’t an option. They either accepted, or would be murdered for possessing knowledge of inner workings of the firm. Ultimate goals must be known by few; and accepted by all who participated.

The goal was for everyday families to eventually destroy themselves; removing guilt from institutions tasked with controlling humanity.

Hochstühl and Von Unterscheisse were charged with spreading paedophilic ways of ancient bloodlines. History’s most intense psychosis sought ultimate control.

Throughout human existence, war had been a test of wills among adults. For the first time sexual deviancy seeped into strategic agendas. Elites appealed to those most sinister to garner control of global power centers; striking their final blow to God’s benevolence.

The plan would take decades, but the machinery to accomplish perverse goals was set into place.

Four men, two of whom would never be seen in the company of the General or Colonel, embraced cabalistic perversions. They stood on the bare concrete imagining various legal and illegitimate enterprises upon which they could coordinate their intergenerational plan.

Dichotomies between elite and common families were exacerbated by severe mental illness.