Vikings of Asgard Chapter 8 Nazi Gold

Bob and his biker ambush a WWII shipment of Nazi Gold

Gazing at the snow-covered road, Bob admitted King Peter had a good plan, if his information was accurate. With his technology, it should be.

The cord King Peter handed him on Asgard contained two knots, sixty-three meters apart. That rope and the two gas-powered core-drills allowed for the placing of a shitload of C4 in two very precise locations.

Scar’s breath steamed when he spoke. “There was enough traffic on this road last night that they should not notice what we did.”

Looking at the tire tracks in the snow and the holes they put in the road, Bob said, “We hope.”

In truth, looking at it, he thought Scar correct. They were difficult to see even knowing they were there.

He checked his watch. “Everyone to cover now. They will be here in seventeen minutes. If this doesn’t work and they suspect anything at all, this could turn out to be one hell of a firefight.”

“We know,” Scar tried to reassure him. “If they catch on and stop early, Chuck, Curly, and Jimmy will cut up the first troop carrier in a crossfire. You, me, and Jackal will hit the second. Jackal and I from the right, you over here on the left. But they won’t stop early. We walked only in the tire tracks and took all the dirt from the drill away. It would take damn sharp eyes to notice the change in the road, especially from inside a truck driving down the road. They are not going to notice it.”

Bob thought so too, or he would have called it off. Still, they would be royally screwed if the Nazis didn’t walk into the ambush.