The conference between Nicole Thibodeaux, Goering, and four military advisors abruptly terminated. All turned toward Goltz and the NP man. “Frau,” Goltz said, a parody of Goering’s greeting. He stepped forth, confidently; after all, he previewed this with his von Lessinger gear. “You know who I am. The specter at the feast.” He chuckled. But of course the White House possessed von Lessinger equipment, too; they had anticipated this, just as he had. This exposure had in it the element of fatality. It could not be avoided; no alternate tracks branches off, here . . . not that Goltz wished for
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