Project Berlin
The first story in a heart-stopping novella trilogy that follows a forbidden love that threatens Endgame in post-World War II Germany and takes place prior to the events in the New York Times bestseller, Endgame: The Calling.Humanity rests on the shoulders of twelve Players. But when the lives of a Cahokian Player and a Minoan Player intertwine over the search for an ancient weapon in post-World War II Berlin, the last thing they expect is to let their guard down, and fall in love. Now the success of their lines – and the fate of the world – is threatened.But this is Endgame. And only one can win.
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First published in ebook in Great Britain by HarperCollins Childrenâs Books 2016
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Source ISBN: 9780062332738
Ebook Edition © 2016 ISBN: 9780007585311
Version: 2016-11-08
Contents
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
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BooneDecember 24, 1948
âHow you doing, Peterson?â Driscoll asks as we descend through the thick fog. âYou look a little green. Do me a favor and try not to lose your lunch all over my plane, okay?â
The C-54, buffeted by a crosswind, shakes fiercely, rattling us like peas in a can. Itâs been like this the whole flight. Driscoll grins at me.
My name isnât Peterson, but he doesnât know that. He also doesnât know that Iâve been in far more nerve-racking situations than a rough approach. I may look like any other 19-year-old GI, but Iâm far more than that.
âLast time I flew over Berlin, I was dropping eggs on their heads,â Driscoll continues, shouting to be heard above the roar of the engines. âNow Iâm bringing them eggs for their breakfast.â His joke about the bombing raids that destroyed huge parts of the city during the last days of the war isnât funny. I smile anyway. I need him to think Iâm just one of the guys, at least for a little longer.
The truth is, I am a little bit nervous. Iâve been training for war since I was a kid. Iâve been through more than Driscoll and all the other soldiers on the plane ever saw in boot camp. But this is my biggest mission yet. A lot is riding on it. And yet I donât even know exactly what itâs about.
I know the basics. Iâve got to find a man and get him out of Berlin. I know his name and his suspected location. And I know that if he wonât come with me, or if someone else gets to him first, I have to kill him.
A simple plan. Thatâs why I know thereâs more to it than the council has told me. For some reason they donât want me to know the details of why this man is so important, which means they donât want anyone else to have that information either. If I get captured, my enemies can try as hard as they want to get me to talk, but I canât tell them what I donât know. Not that I would talk anyway. Iâd never do anything to jeopardize the safety of my line. The council knows that, so it bothers me a little bit that theyâre taking this precaution. More than a little bit, if Iâm honest. This is the first time since I became the Cahokian Player that theyâve kept me in the dark about something. I donât like the feeling.
I push that irritation from my mind as the Tempelhof airstrip appearsâseemingly out of nowhereâand meets the wheels of the plane. The rumbling intensifies, shaking my bones, and I hang on as Driscoll applies the brakes. Through the cockpit windows I see groups of children standing on top of piles of debris that line the runway. They wave at us, grinning and clapping their hands.
âLook at that,â Driscoll says. âItâs like weâre Santa Claus.â
In a way, we are. After all, itâs Christmas Eve. And along with the ten tons of eggs, milk, meat, flour, and other basic supplies in our hold, weâre bringing bags of wrapped gifts to hand out to the people of the city. Chocolate bars for the kids. Cigarettes for the men. Perfume for the women. The war ended in 1945, but more than three years later, Berlin is still trying to recover. And since the Soviets cut off all sea and land access to the cityâs western zone earlier in the year, life has gotten even harder.
Thankfully, the airlift organized by the American, French, and British militaries has been successful in bringing supplies to the city. Itâs also provided me with a handy way inside. Posing as an American soldier has been easy enough. There are so many young men being assigned to the dozens of daily airlift flights coming out of Rhein-Main Air Base that no one notices one more. All I had to do was put on a uniform and start helping load the plane.
