“There! Down there. You cannot miss it,” Sam told Misha as the Black Sun compound came into view. “Even if his fish tank is out of reach this rain will do the job for us.”
“Correct, Comrade!” Marko laughed. “I have never seen it done on large scale before. Only in laboratory with small pea size sodium chunk in beaker. This is going on YouTube.” Marko always filmed everything he enjoyed. In fact, he had a questionable amount of video clips on his hard drive that had been recorded in his bedroom.
They circled the fortress. Sam winced with every flash of lightning, hoping it would not hit the plane, but the crazy Soviets seemed fearless and chirpy. “Will the drums break that steel roof?” he asked Marko, but Misha just rolled his eyes.
On the next turn, Sam and Marko cut loose the drums one by one, rapidly pushing them out of the aircraft to fall hard and fast through the roof of the compound. The volatile metal would take a few seconds on contact with water to ignite and explode, breaking the sheeting over the Amber Room plates and exposing the Plutonium to the heat of the explosion.
Once they had dropped the first ten drums, the roof in the middle of the UFO-shaped fortress collapsed, exposing the tank in the middle of the circle.
“There you go! Aim the others at the tank and then we must get the fuck out of this place quickly!” Misha shouted. He looked down on the scattering men and heard Sam say, “I wish I could see Kemper’s face one last time.”
Laughing, Marko looked down as the dissolving sodium started to build up. “This one is for Yuri, you Nazi bitch!”
Misha piloted the giant steel beast as far away as he could in the short time they had so that they could land a few hundred miles north of the impact zone. He did not want to be in the air when the bomb went off. They landed just over 20 minutes later in Kazaly. From the hard Kazakh ground, they looked to the horizon, beer in hand.
Sam hoped Nina was still alive. He hoped that Detlef had managed to find her and that he had refrained from killing Purdue after Sam explained that Carrington had shot Gabi while being in a hypnotic state under the influence of Kemper's mind control.
The sky was yellow across the Kazakh landscape as Sam stared over the barren terrain of whipping gusts, just as in his vision. He had no idea that the well he had seen Purdue in had been significant, only not to the Kazakhstan portion of Sam's experience. At last, the final prophecy came true.
Lightning had struck the water in the Amber Room tank, igniting everything inside. The power of the thermonuclear explosion disintegrated everything within range, rendering the Kalihasa organism extinct — for good. As the bright flash turned into a pulse that shook the heavens, Misha, Sam and Marko watched the mushroom cloud reach up to the gods of the cosmos in terrible beauty.
Sam raised his beer. “To Nina.”