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through the blue diamonds and the RPMs of the electromagnetic field increased a thousandfold. The girl felt the agony of heat coupled with a pulsing of the electrical assault. She opened her eyes at the last second before her body could take no more. She saw the other side of the doorway. It was calm, dimly lit, and peaceful. She blessedly felt her legs give out and she fell forward.
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    The outline of the girl vanished. Himmler’s eyes widened as her body became part of the swirling greens and blues of the electromagnetic storm.
    â€œShe’s through, she has made the transit!” Thomsen said loudly. “Cut power to fifty percent,” he said as he saw five technicians run forward with fire extinguishers when they heard the power being curtailed to the machine. “Prepare one-way communication link,” he finished as he walked over to the small radio set that was connected to the main floor of the lab.
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    The young girl felt the assault on her body and senses ease as her mind started to unscramble. Her stomach heaved once more and the last of her evening supper emptied onto the cold concrete floor. She rose to her elbows and wiped her mouth. Then she quickly remembered where she was and frantically looked back and saw that the doorway was there and still open. The vortex of light and swirling particles obscured the other side but she knew that they were there, waiting to see if the experiment worked. She felt the evilness of the eyes that waited impatiently. She started to stand on shaky, weakened legs.
    The room she was in was the exact double of the one in which she had just left. She actually had figured out after the initial test more than a week before that it was in fact the very same room she had left behind. The laboratory was empty of the advanced displacement equipment and the immense space was sparse of light. Only the doorway’s frame that held the corresponding signal remained. Spiderwebs blew in the onslaught of wind still being produced by the partially opened doorway. She took a tentative step away from the swirling vortex and felt the ease of pressure. Her head stopped aching and her bones felt as if they had been resolidified somehow. Her stomach settled and she realized that she was thirsting to death. It was as if every bit of moisture had been sucked from her body. Then she saw through the swirling and flashing of the doorway behind her a large water bottle with folded paper cones beside it. She approached cautiously. Her hand reached for the dust-covered clear bottle but froze when the voice came through the doorway.
    â€œYes, you are thirsty, drink, we have very little time. You must be rehydrated before your return.”
    The voice echoed in the emptiness of the deserted bunker as if an ancient god were talking to her from Olympus. Her heart leaped as the voice of Thomsen filled the girl with dread. Her hand lowered, forsaking the bottle.
    â€œAh, yes, the thought that will always come to the trapped animal—the brief glimpse of escape.”
    The girl felt as if her thoughts had been read. She swallowed as her eyes tried to pierce the round circle of the doorway.
    â€œBut you have not thought this through, my dear. You were chosen for your above-average intelligence by our benefactor, the Reichsführer, and also because you come with built-in assurances of cooperation.”
    Moira realized at that moment that which she so readily forgot—her small brother who was still in their evil hands. She tentatively reached for the water. She unfolded the paper cone and then uncorked the bottle and poured. She drank until she thought she would burst. She had no choice. When she finished she placed the bottle down beside the others she had drank on the other test nights. There were three empty bottles.
    â€œNow, the proof that the Reichsführer requires is on the table, pick anyone, they are all the