"No," Leo said, backing away from the bunker's console. "That's not true. I have photos. I have—"
Leo sat in the dark for a long time. Then he walked to his grandfather's room. Elias was asleep, breathing shallowly. On the nightstand, beside a glass of water, was a faded photograph. A young man in an M1943 field jacket, standing in front of a bombed-out bunker at Pointe du Hoc. On the back, in shaky cursive: "June 7, 1944. We made it. —E.R." Call.of.Duty.WWII.MULTi12-PROPHET
Leo's heart stopped. Reznik. His grandfather's last name before Ellis Island changed it. Reznik. "No," Leo said, backing away from the bunker's console
The ramp dropped. There was no beach. There was a cliff face of jagged rock, and from the top, the chatter of an MG42—a sound like tearing canvas, but with teeth. Leo felt a round buzz past his ear. He felt his own heart threaten to burst. I have—" Leo sat in the dark for a long time