These men were among the living but shared the same dream. They wanted the Aryan race to survive at any cost and a leader to follow. Each man shook her hand. They came in all different shapes and sizes, but each man wore a dark swastika on their lapel.

“Lights please,” said Hans. He appeared from the shadows carrying a long metallic pointer. The once bright room turned to shades of black until it was hard for the mortal eye to see. “As you know by now, Otto has found the one we seek.” A slide flickered to life on the blank screen. A young man appeared and every soul in the room gave an arousing applause.

“He has it all, grace and wisdom, beyond his years.” “Johnnie is strong and courageous, but he is missing, one key trait, before transformation can take place.” Hans turned to his left and smiled. Another slide came to life. Guido Von List now appeared. He was the exact opposite of the chosen one. He was frail but his appearance still demanded respect to this day.

“Adolf was nothing more than a struggling painter before their paths crossed. Some historians say that their meeting was nothing more than chance, yet I do not believe in coincidences,” demanded Hans.

The next slide was a picture of a book bound in silver. Hans waited until the frenzied crowd fell silent.

“I have found it,” stated Hans. He loved theatrics, and the many lights came on one at a time.

He pulled on the heavy twine, and behind the silver screen was an ancient map. “Many of our kind died to retrieve this information. Hans could not help but smile.” Even Otto was impressed with this information. The castle of Fairy tale was of legend.

When King Ludwig, built his second home, he spared no expense and bankrupted Bavaria. He loved to read, yet would not think of having a library. Ludwig would have peasants lug the heavy volumes at his whim. His extravagant lifestyle was his undoing, and a few months later he was found dead, floating in a pond. Everyone in the room new the legend of Neuschwanstein, yet not until now did they realize Hitler’s gold was buried deep below the fortress. It made sense. Not even the allies would defile such beauty.

“I must warn you who join us on this dangerous trek. There is a reason why the treasure of the Third Reich has not been found.” Hans lowered his voice, yet each word boomed like thunder. “Rumors state, that Hitler himself, condemned a regiment of his elite storm troopers to watch after his most precious artifacts.”

“Please, I don’t believe in superstition nonsense.” The young man in the back of the room was still smoking his cigarette. He was the only one wearing blue jeans and his rough appearance did not blend well, with the manicures and expensive suits that were invited to this party.

“I don’t believe in vampires, or other creatures that dwell in twilight, Master Goring.” Hans showed him his teeth. “Yet we are to heed the warning, or we will fail at the task at hand.” Hans gave him an evil glare until Hermann’s youngest nephew gave a slight nod.

“Only a few rooms are open to the public. My associates have taken care of every detail. These were not cheap,” cited Hans. He gave his old commander a slight nod as he handed him two badges. “We have a senator and an up in coming aide from the states. The castle will stay open, and give us a private tour.”

“When do we leave?” Olga tried to hide her fear. Acting was never her strong suit.

“To pull of the con we must look official. Here is the list that I want to accompany us on this journey.” He shook the hand of each man that was to accompany them on this task. “We have seven hours to dusk. Prepare as you must and long live Hitler!” Hans smiled as his peers remembered an old friend. He relished in the past and future to follow, if they were successful on this mission!