Pop,

I know it's been awhile. Seems like ages since I left Tripoli.

Oh, yeah, you complain that I never send you recent pictures. Here's one.

Anyway, here's what's been going on…

Max sent me map coordinates for this place in Germany, so I figured if I was going to Germany, I may as well stop in Bonn and see Ingrid. (You remember her, right? The exchange student I dated back in high school?)

Well, Ingrid tracked down the location. It's on a piece of land in the middle of a forest.

The deed to the land is in my name.

You know how good I am with maps and the woods, so I got myself a guide. He's a friend of Ingrid's, an American, former Army. They call him Fishbone (don't ask!).

Well, Fishbone and I headed off to find this place, maps and compasses in hand.

What we found was a hill, a hill with a large, heavy, steel door.

Of course, as Fishbone never travels anywhere without some kind of explosive, that door didn't stop us.

Pop. You aren't going to believe this shit. It was a man-made cave. There were Nazi flags everywhere, crates of automatic weapons, even one of those jeep things Volkswagen made for Hitler's kids.

But here's the BIG ONE…

There were cases and cases of these gold ingots. I can't even tell you how many.

This must have been some secret stash the Nazis created once they figured out they were losing the war.

Fishbone and I managed to seal the place back up and headed for the nearest authorities. This was just too big to keep for ourselves.

The nearest authorities were back in Bonn. I called them from Ingrid's place.

Maybe that wasn't so smart…