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Chapter 20: "Meditation"
Siberian Facility - Dr. Richtofen's Lab
"Log Entry: 1474. Date: September 20th, 1945. Dear diary, it would seem that the OSS realized that we have captured one of their spies. They tried to send a rescue team to Verrückt that was awfully mutilated by the first batch of test subjects...ha ha ha. I suspect that there are others moles in the organization. Dr. Harvey Yena and Dr. Peter McCain to be precise. Dr Maxis doesn't want any Americans in Group 935, no matter how much genius they held. Stupid Americans with their apple pies and baseball and children, but I digress. The new American test subject is interesting and muscle-y. His intellect seems low, but his will is strong. Like the others, he doesn't seem to know who he is anymore. Unlike the others, he keeps breaking the restraints and yelling at me. Test subject N3WB is still staring at the floor, muttering what sounds like some kind of proverb over and over again. I think his mind may have been destroyed by the process. Oh well, the Russian subject recently begun responding to stimuli, but only after injecting him with a new serum made primarily from vodka. Perhaps this is a breakthrough in the control of the human mind."
End recording. Things feel awful lonely and awkward around here. Nikolai isn't exactly what Edward would consider company. All he would talk about are his many apparent wives and his own bravery in the war. No telling what was fact or fiction when it came to Nikolai's stories. Richtofen needed a new friend. Not Dempsey. Too violent. Perhaps Takeo just needed some further talking to and he would end his silent protest.
Edward entered Takeo's cell with a welcoming smile.
“Takeo! How are you?”
“Look, I don't know if you even have coherent thought at this point, and I know you probably despise me with a fiery passion. But I think it's time we get to know each other a little. Nikolai is a mess, our new inmate is far too personally biased against me, and I cannot trust anyone I work with as far as I can throw them. But I think I can trust you, Takeo. You are...er...were the Emperor's personal warrior. That comes with a modicum of trust, ja? And also isn't your Emperor the reason you are here with me today?”
Takeo's gaze finally left the floor and he peered into Richtofen's eyes. The sudden motion frightened Richtofen for a moment.
“You and I are not friends, doctor. Do not speak of the Emperor. You are not worthy.”
Takeo looked back towards the floor.
“And neither am I.”
Richtofen turned sour for a moment then responded.
“So you can speak! Why must you be so difficult! Look, I can end these experiments on you if you would just cooperate. I've got big plans in the works and you can be my right hand man.”
“I will not ally myself with someone so dishonorable. So cruel.”
“Cruel? Harsh words, Takeo. My frail heart can barely take such insults. And don't you act so high and mighty. I know exactly what you did to become dishonored. I know who...what you are. Do not talk to me about being cruel, Takeo.”
Takeo closed his eyes once more, entering deep thought.
“I do not regret my actions, German.”
“Good, because neither do I.”
Edward raised up and brought Takeo his dinner. Leberwurst.
“Think about it Takeo. You and I are not so different.”
Finally, rest for Takeo. The troubled doctor continued to try and pry a response from him, not like the others. He mentioned a distrust of the others in Group 935. Perhaps he had planned their demise in some fashion. The German needed Takeo's help. But Takeo would never ally himself with someone so dishonorable. However, if he did not, he would likely die alone in this cell, and never return to Japan for redemption. The only way out is to gain a false trust from the doctor. Takeo must return home.
“Keizoku wa chikara nari.”