Shock Waves Page #5

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So be it.

Now, it is too late.

- Did you kill Dobbs?

- Yes, I killed him.

And your captain, too, perhaps,

but not in the way you think.

It was indirect.

What the hell is that

supposed to mean?

You're not making any sense.

If you will not be so impatient,

maybe I will have the

opportunity to tell you.

Well, try and make it fast.

We are not alone on this island.

So, those other two

we saw are with you?

We Germans developed the

perfect weapon, a soldier.

He was capable of fighting

under any conditions,

adapting to any

environment or climate,

equally at home in the Russian

winter or on the African desert.

They were the most vicious

and bloodthirsty of

all the SS divisions.

The group under my command

was designed for the water,

to man submarines which

would never have to surface.

This is nothing but

a lot of double talk.

We created the perfect soldier

from cheap hoodlums and thugs

and a good number of pathological

murderers and sadists as well.

We called them the Toten Corps,

the Death Corps.

Creatures more horrible

than any you can imagine.

Not dead, not alive,

but somewhere in-between.

They were transported to any

scene of battle and let loose.

But problems arose.

They could not be controlled.

Their innate desire for violence

made their behavior

unpredictable and erratic.

There were even incidences when

they attacked their own soldiers.

So they were withdrawn

for further study.

Then the war was drawing to an end.

I was ordered to remove my

group from possible capture.

I took them to sea just before

all our ports were closed.

We roamed the oceans for many weeks,

waiting orders which never came.

The war was lost.

Somewhere near to this island,

I sent the ship and her

cargo to the bottom.

And here I have been ever since

in voluntary exile.

That's the ship?

The one out on the reef?

And now, she has returned.

You mean to tell us, these things have

been underwater all these years?

What kind of story is this?

You gonna believe this stuff?

You may believe what you wish.

What you do now is no

longer any concern of mine.

I want you to leave.

If I see any of you at all,

I will shoot on sight.

I think that's pretty clear.

Halt!

Halt!

Where do you think

you're going with them?

You don't expect me to

leave them, do you?

Don't be an ass, Norman.

There's barely enough

room on here for us!

When I want your opinion,

I'll ask for it.

Are we taking you or the bags?

What is it?

Damn. Damn!

There's a goddamn mud bank.

We'll have to push it across.

Everyone out!

Rose! Get in the boat.

Steer the rudder.

Keith! Keith!

Are you crazy?

Let's get the hell out of here!

Keith, we're sailing!

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