DOUBLE AGENTTM Books<br > ~1988 TSR， Inc.<br > All Rights Reserved.<br >THE HOLLOW EARTH AFFAIR<br > ~Copyright 1988， TSR， Inc.<br > All Rights Reserved.<br >iENTS OF FORTUNE"， THE ROYAL PAIN<br >yright 1988， Flint Dille and Richard Merwin.<br > All Rights Reserved.<br >tested under the copyright laws of the United States of America. Any<br >other unauthorized use of the material or artwork contained herein is<br >ut the express written permission of the copyright owners.<br >e book trade in the United States by Random House， Inc.， and in Canada<br >se of Canada. Ltd.<br > United Kingdom by TSR UK， Ltd. Distributed to the toy and hobby trade<br >butors.<br >r， TOP SECRET/S.I.， PRODUCTS OF YOUR IMAGINATION， and the TSR<br >+ks owned by TSR， Inc.<br >RTUNE is a trademark owned by Flint Dille and Richard Merwio<br >Irch， 1988<br >litad States of America<br >m Catalog Card Number: 87-51256<br >~1-0<br >21<br >Ihis book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons， living or dead<br >ntal.<br >SR， Inc.<br >O. Box 756<br >~e Geneva， WI 53147<br >~，S.A.<br > TSR UK， Ltd.<br >The Mill， Rathmore Road<br > Cambridge CB1 4AD<br > United Kingdom<br >Project V7<br >Prague， Czechoslovakia， February 4， 1945<br > Five men stood behind a protective concrete wall at<br >the edge of a large clearing. Slit openings in the wall<br >allowed them to survey the scene. Each had adopted an<br >air of nonchalance， of clinical detachment， but there<br >was tension in the air. One of the men， standing fully six<br >and a half feet tall， peered through one of the wall slits.<br >At the center of the clearing， he saw a dozen technicians<br >scurry about a huge tarpaulin-covered device 138 feet in<br > meter and twenty feet tall. Steam rose from under<br > tarp， giving the device the appearance of a sleeping，<br >fire-breathing dragon. The image was not inappro-<br >priate， he thought.<br > He watched as technicians--his technicians--checked<br >radio connections and adjusted guidance systems that<br >had been checked and adjusted a hundred times before.<br >They worked silently， efficiently， as they had been train-<br >ed to do. That was good. There could be no appearance of<br >nervousness. There was too much riding on today s test，<br >and appearances were often as important as perform-<br >ance in matters like this.<br > A car drove up， and two men in perfectly tailored Nazi<br >uniforms got out. One was grotesquely overweight，<br >though none dared mention that fact to him. The other<br >was thin， his gaunt features and sallow complexion giv-<br >ing him the appearance of an animated corpse. They<br ><br >