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Inheritance

  K2 Book 1

  Geoff Wolak

  www.geoffwolak-writing.com

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  Glossary of abbreviations

  P-26/P-27 - Swiss secret sleeper armies

  UNA - Swiss Military Intelligence

  MI6 - British Intelligence, aka, SIS - Secret Intelligence Service, for overseas operations (non-domestic), aka, ‘Circus’.

  MI5 - British Intelligence (domestic)

  CIA - Central Intelligence Agency, USA, overseas intelligence service

  SAS - Special Air Service, British Special Forces (similar to US Green Berets/Delta Force)

  SBS - Special Boat Squadron, British, similar to US Navy Seals

  DOD - Department of Defense - USA

  MOD - Ministry of Defence - UK

  NSA - National Security Agency, USA, aka ‘No such agency’.

  Reported to intercept ‘all’ the world’s text messages and emails.

  SOE - Special Operations Executive, British WWII covert operations OSS - USA, like SOE, WWII, overseas

  DGSE - French Secret Service/counter terrorism - domestic and foreign

  IRA - Irish Republican Army, terrorist movement

  ETA - Spanish/Basque separatist/terrorist movement

  Red Brigade - Italian communist/terrorist/crime gang

  KGB - Soviet Intelligence, prior to 1990s.

  NAAFI - Navy Army Air Force Institute - shops on British military bases.

  SIB - British Military Police

  BKA - Federal German Police, similar to FBI

  FSB - Russian Intelligence, formerly KGB

  Special Branch - British Police - anti-terrorism/organized crime

  Wehrmacht - general term, German armed services WWII

  COBRA - Cabinet Office Briefing Room ‘A’, used by British Prime Minister for meetings with security staff.

  FARC – Columbian guerrillas/communist

  British military slang

  Oppo - opposite number/close working buddy

  Pongo - soldier - derisive

  Ponce/poncey - upper class/educated/effeminate - derisive

  Regiment - he was ‘Regiment’- he was SAS

  Rock Apes - RAF Regiment - defensive unit of airfields

  Rupert - officer/upper-class - derisive

  Beast - punish soldier

  Stripy - Air Force Officer, derisive term for ranking stripes

  Billets - accommodation/food

  Civvy - civilian

  Badged - qualified entry to SAS, receipt of cap badge

  Best bib and tucker - best suit/outfit/military dinner suit

  QT - on the QT, on the quiet

  Stag – on guard duty

  Valetta, Malta. 1963

  ‘Try and rest,’ the priest softly encouraged, dabbing his father’s brow with a damp cloth, the temperature high for an autumn day in Malta. He idly swiped away another fly, the apartment’s cracked windows letting in the shouts of children playing in the street below, an unseen cat crying out for some attention.

  His elderly father struggled to sit up, unable to complete that small movement, the energy had left his frail body. ‘The list!’

  ‘Rest,’ the priest softly encouraged, kneeling at the side of the bed. Easing up, he took in the run down apartment with a puzzled frown, the bottles littering the floor, the cockroaches attracted to rancid cat food placed on old newspapers, empty food tins and a large pile of hand-written pages. Fetching water from a rusted tap, he wondered how his father, a very rich man, had come to end up in this squalor.

  The priest had spoken little to his father in the past ten years, since his vows. Before that his father had always been distant, but at least approachable when his mother had been alive, fond memories of a pleasant childhood in Basel, Switzerland. The priest had grown up in a large house, always full of interesting people, always the best of everything. Unlike many families struggling through the lean post-war years, they had enjoyed holidays abroad, especially here in Malta. They had been better off than most.

  His mother had died after a short illness whilst he had been in seminary, the detail of that illness a shock, only being revealed to him after she had passed away. Returning to their home in Basel for the funeral, he had found it stripped of everything, his father offering a single ‘goodbye’ as they passed at the cemetery. Now, little more than a year later, his father had summoned him here, a cheap apartment on the island of Malta, living in squalor, an old revolver visible under the pillow.

  The old man tried to speak, lifting a shaky hand. ‘Buried in Zug… buried the treasure … Nazi treasure.’

  The priest stared hard at his father, not sure he had heard the words correctly, a chill running through him. ‘Nazi … treasure?’

  ‘Buried … next to the treasure … the files … files of great value. The list!’ The words were repeated many times, the old man using his remaining energy to desperately force them out before he slipped into unconsciousness.

  Unable to rouse his father, the priest lifted the pile of hand-written notes, scanning the first page whilst he considered fetching a local doctor, and debating how he might go about finding such a person at this late hour. He took several measured steps towards the door as a cat cried out again, enough time to read the first paragraph. He stopped dead. The written words caused him to turn, and to stare open-mouthed, at the seemingly lifeless form of his father.

  By dawn, the priest had re-read the numerous pages four times, catching only an hour’s sleep during the night, the tear-tracks down his face distinct in the amber light of dawn. Setting light to each page in turn, he let the burning paper float down into apartment’s chipped and rusted bathtub, staring at them as they changed colour and slowly folded in on themselves, their hideous story lost forever. Gathering up the brittle ashes, he flushed them down a yellow-stained toilet, another cat crying forlornly at him through a cracked bathroom window. Returning to the bedroom, he snatched the pillow out from under his father’s head, placed it over the old man’s face and pushed down with force and anger in his arms.

  ‘Forgive me, Lord,’ he said in a strained whisper as he pressed down.

  Leaving the apartment, and trying not to trip over the dozen hungry cats littering the stairway, the priest considered the final line his father had written, and what it might mean: ‘Find the Englishman, Beesely.’