Conglomerated Burgers International (CBI) wanted to suppress the truth. Only one man could stop them...
Harold was daydreaming contentedly behind his immaculate mahogany desk when the indignant phone call interrupted him. The caller was livid with self-righteous outrage.
“How dare you threaten our patented and copyrighted burger monopoly ?!?” The caller’s voice seemed to morph into an almost reptilian growl.
“Oh, that’s not all I am doing,” Harold responded, “I am going to tell the public the truth about what is inside your…”
Appearing to stretch out into infinity beneath him, the cavernous interior of the bunker was visible beyond the grating of the ventilation duct. Dr. Haas powered up his digital camera after switching to his long range lens. His deft fingers worked at a cautious pace. His heart beat quickly. As an experienced mountain climber and former paratrooper Haas had no fear of heights, but he was unsure if the cramped duct work would hold his weight. It barely accommodated his trim figure.
The elderly Greek scholar handed him a dusty tome.
“Some fools say this was produced in Atlantis, others confuse the insignia with a restaurant logo,” the old man said.
“The truth will prove to be much more complicated than that I am afraid,” replied Harold.
“I’ve suspected the same thing myself for many years. It is why I have kept these books here in secret. Even though few people could read them and fewer people still would know what they are. Years ago, I happened to…”
The old man seemed to drift away as he contemplated what must have been an unpleasant thought. Harold attempted to bring him back to the present.
“Yes, professor I agree. But now these books must be translated and shared with others.”
The old man’s eyes lit up as he regained focus.
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