The Hammer of God by Tom Avitabile Page B

freight train,” was all Kasiko said to his charges.
    Four hours later, the anemic whistle of the northbound freight echoed through the valley. Kasiko led his men to within fifty meters of the track. To his eyes and nose, there were no Soviets near. The old train rumbled into the yard area. His uncle was hanging off the end carriage of the train waving a lantern, signaling the engineer. Kasiko approached him cautiously.
    â€œUncle, are we still going to Antwerp?”
    â€œYes, my nephew. The train is a little behind schedule, but we are. Do you have your packages?”
    Kasiko whistled and waved his scientists onboard. As they entered the crew van at the rear of the train his uncle said, “Kas, you said six. I count seven. I only have cover for seven including you.”
    â€œI know. There was a change of plans. I’ll stay behind.”
    â€œYou can’t. Those soldiers you shot are all the news. They are looking for you, my nephew. They have searched this train twice. That’s why we are delayed.”
    â€œI’ll take my chances.”
    â€œNo, I will,” Dr. Brodenchy said. “I am the one who forced you to bring my brother. I am responsible and I will stay.”
    Kasiko took in the scientist. “Your brother, is he a scientist?”
    â€œYes. He just graduated as a physicist. He was visiting…”
    â€œI know; he was home from school...he is as good as all of you. It is I who am expendable here.”
    Brodenchy was intrigued. The last thing he expected from this coarse and gruff freedom fighter was chivalry.
    â€œNow, now, nephew,” Kasiko’s uncle said, “no one has to be sacrificed. I’ve got an idea.”
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    The train started with a slam, then jolted and started chugging down the track with some very odd, soft-handed, white-skinned, and manicured crewmen. Meanwhile, some very well dressed railroad workers waited in newfound overcoats and suits for the railroad employees’ bus to take them back across country to their freight yard. Kasiko tried out his hidden place in an upper berth in this old sleeper car that was now the crew’s rolling home.
    Two days later, and without incident, the train arrived in Switzerland.

Chapter Two
    LIGHTS AND SWITCHES
    Six years later, in 1962, young Peter Remo came home from P.S. 21 with a note from his second grade teacher:
Your son
Peter
is expected to have a project for the science fair this Monday.
    When Tony got home, Anna showed the boy’s father the note. The next night Tony came home with a grape box and a bag. After dinner, young Peter watched as his father went to the closet and got the hammer. Using his foot and the claw of the hammer, he pried the box apart. The sides of the box were 5/8” clear pine and had a label across the face. He took one of these sturdy ends and flipped it label-down. He put the wood on his knee and looked at his son. “Ever hear about the cobbler who worked on his knee?”
    Peter watched as his dad nailed little things onto the board in his lap, and then fitted a battery and a small light bulb to it. When he finished, he said, “C’mere.” Tony opened his arm above his knee, which Peter knew meant, “Hop on.”
    The board was on the table as Tony told his son what it was. “This is the battree, this is the light bulb, this is the switch. When you trowe the switch, the juice goes from the battree, through the switch to light the bulb. Here, it’s your science project, take it to school tomorrow.”
    With that, Peter walked away marveling at the invention in his hands. He spent all night in his darkened room closing and opening the knife switch and lighting the bulb. Eventually he found his way under his covers and now had an illuminated tent. The simple working circuit was mesmerizing to the little boy. So much, in fact, that it completely rewired his brain.

Chapter Three
    GIFTS LARGE AND SMALL
    Many Hungarian