Tilting the Balance
Автор: Harry Turtledove
Издатель: Del Rey 1995
ISBN: 0345389980
Навигация: Tilting the Balance → XIV
Часть 2
“First, I suppose, to confirm what I say-and I do not know everything that led up to the disaster, because I was out of town. And also, more likely than not, to find someone on whom to lay the blame. ”
That made sense to Jager; after all, he’d been trying to escape being that someone. The Wehrmacht played games with assigning responsibility for maneuvers that didn’t work, too. Another old saying crossed his mind: “Victory has o-ebook.ru a hundred fathers, but defeat is an orphan. ” That wasn’t true any more; these days, the powers that be launched a paternity suit to pin a failure on somebody. The results weren’t always just, but he suspected they weren’t supposed to be.
The Gestapo major came out, probably to find out why Diebner hadn’t gone in. He scowled to discover two of his subjects talking with each other. Jager felt guilty, then angry at the secret policeman for intimidating him. He stomped out of the waiting room-and almost bumped into a big man who was just coming in. “Skorzeny! ” he exclaimed.
“So they dragged you into the net, too, did they? ” the scar-faced SS colonel said. “They’re going to rake me over the coals even though, as far as I know, I’ve never been within a hundred kilometers of the little pissant town where the screw-up happened. Some major’s supposed to grill me in five minutes. ”
“He’s running late, ” Jager, said. “He just got done with me and started in on one of the physicists. Want to go someplace and drink some schnapps? Nothing much else to do around here. ”
Skorzeny slapped him on the back. “First good idea I’ve heard since they hauled me back here, by God! Let’s go-even if the schnapps they’re making these days tastes like it’s cooked from potato peelings, it’ll put fire in your belly. And I was hoping I’d run into you, as a matter of fact. I’m working on a scheme where you just might fit in very nicely. ”
“Really? ” Jager raised an eyebrow. “How generous of the SS to look kindly on a poor but honest Wehrmacht man-”
“Oh, can the shit, ” Skorzeny said. “You happen to know things that would be useful to me. Now let’s go get those drinks you were talking about. After I ply you with liquor, I’ll try seducing you. ” He leered at Jager.
“Ahh, you only want me for my body, ” the panzer man said.
“No, it’s your mind I crave, ” Skorzeny, insisted.
Laughing, the two men found a tavern down the street from Gestapo headquarters. The fellow behind the bar wore uniform, as did just about everyone in Berchtesgaden these days. “Even the whores here are all kitted out with field-gray panties, ” Skorzeny grumbled as he and Jager took a table in the dimly lit cave. He raised his snifter in salute, knocked back his schnapps, and made a horrible face. “God, that’s vile. ”
Jager also took a healthy nip. “It is, isn’t it? ” But warmth did spread out from his belly. “It’s got the old antifreeze in it, though, no doubt about that. ” He leaned forward. “Before you jump on me, I’m going to pick your brain: what sort of goodies are they fishing out of that tank you stole? I want to pretend I’m still a panzer man, you see, not a physicist or a bandit like you. ”
Skorzeny chuckled. “Flattery gets you nowhere. But I’ll talk-why the hell not? Half of it I don’t understand. Half of it nobody understands, which is part of the problem: the Lizards build machines that are smarter than the people we have trying to figure out what they do. But there’ll be new ammunition coming down the line by and by, and new armor, too-layers of steel and ceramic bonded together the devil’s uncle only knows how. ”
“You served on the Russian front, all right, ” Jager said. “New ammunition, new armor-that’s not bad. One day I may even get to use them. Probably not one day soon, though, eh? ” Skorzeny did not deny it. Jager sighed, finished his shot, went back to the bar for another round, and returned to the table Skorzeny pounced on the fresh drink like a tiger. Jager sat down, then asked, “So what is this scheme you have that involves me? ”
“Ah, that. You were going to be an archaeologist before the first war sucked you into the Army, right? ”
“You’ve been poking through my records, ” Jager said without much malice. He drank more schnapps. It didn’t seem so bad now-maybe the first shot had stunned his taste buds. “What the devil does archaeology have to do with the price of potatoes? ”
“You know the Lizards have Italy, ” Skorzeny said. “They’re not as happy there as they used to be, and the Italians aren’t so happy with them, either. I had a little something to do with that, getting Mussolini out of the old castle where they’d tucked him away for safekeeping. ” He looked smug. He’d earned the right, too.
“You’re planning to go down there again, and you want me along? ” the panzer colonel asked. “I’d stick out like a sore thumb-not just my looks, mind you, but I don’t speak much Italian. ”
But Skorzeny shook his massive head. “Not Italy. The Lizards are messing about on the eastern shore of the Adriatic, over in Croatia. I have trouble stomaching Ante Pavelic, but he’s an ally, and we don’t want the Lizards getting a toehold over there. You follow so far? ”
“The strategy, yes. ” Jager didn’t say that he marveled at an SS man’s having trouble stomaching anything. Word had trickled through the Wehrmacht that the Croat allies, puppets, whatever you wanted to call them, took their fascism-to say nothing of their blood feuds-very seriously indeed. Maybe Skorzeny s admission was proof of that Jager went on, “I still don’t see what it has to do with me, though. ”
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