A silver, crenellated cable ran the length of them and connected to eyehooks where each bomb would reside. The intent was clear: as the cable was engaged, the bombs would fall in sequence, beginning with the outermost ones. Apparently, with forty barely pubescent camp guards, poorly trained for battle, less than a dozen dog handlers who would probably bolt the moment they regained mastery over their charges, and a bunch of Kalanaro who seemed more monkey than human, Major Otto Hempel meant to take the war in Europe onto the mainland of Madagascar--without orders or proper ordnance, and with over a hundred and forty Jews itching to get their fingers around his neck. What could drive even a megalomaniac like Hempel to attempt something so extreme? It took Erich only a moment to guess the answer. What better way to hope to have one's ashes enshrined in one of Himmler's holy urns than to almost single-handedly attempt an invasion?
