Chapter 22: "Protocol 935"
Siberian Facility - Dr. Richtofen's Lab
"Log Entry: 1475. Date: October 1st, 1945. Dear diary, as for the control group tests, they have been put on hold. Recently I discovered that Doctor Maxis does not plan on mass producing the DG-2 as he swore he would. If he won't move those plans forward, then I won't continue following his dream of an undead army! He doesn't deserve his perch of power! He doesn't know what to do with it, but I know just what to do with him... and I'll take care of that little brat if I get the chance too..."
Time to pack up and move on. Dr. Maxis will soon meet his deserved end.
Edward gathered his belongings and made a few final calls.
“Dr. Yena! Will you be a dear and have a crew come move some supplies for me?”
“What kind of supplies?”
“My three test subjects, they need to be sent to the Rising Sun facility.”
“I'll let them know, Dr. Richtofen...but why so far?”
“Why must you question me so much, Dr. Yena? It is a simple exchange of research between scientists. A collaboration if you will.”
“Yes, doctor. Sorry, doctor.”
“Good. Oh and make sure the crew has some vodka on hand. One of my subjects may get a little rowdy...goodbye.”
Edward hung up and pondered potential complications. The test subjects would be his backup plan.
Edward entered Takeo's cell, to see Takeo still sitting in the fetal position.
“Takeo, listen very carefully. You are getting out of here! Going back to Japan! Joy! But, it is not quite that simple. A group of men will come to transport you, your urine-covered Russian friend, and the pushy American. Nikolai will be as passive as he always is with the vodka in his hands. But Dempsey will be quite aggressive. You must try to calm him to ease travels on the way to Division 9's facility in Japan. Tell him there's a pack of baseball cards or something in one of the cells...I don't know, but I'm trusting you with this mission. If the plan all goes well, I will personally release you from your swampy prison and you can return to whatever you were doing before all this. So what do you say?”
Takeo had been listening intently since the mention of returning home. This was his ticket back to Japan.
“I...will help you, German, if you truly will help me find home.”
“Of course, Takeo. Would I ever lie?”
Of course he would.
Dr. Richtofen slung the Wunderwaffe on his back, and held his bag with his belongings. He entered a locked room which only he knew the password to. Inside was an MTD ready for teleportation. Dr. Richtofen activated his self-made security system so no one could ever enter the locked room. He flipped the switch and the teleporter pad started buzzing. To the Moon.
“Dr. Richtofen, excellent to see you again.”
“How goes Griffin Station operations, Dr. Groph?”
“Excellent as always. The new biodome is coming along nicely, with artificial oxygen from artificial plant life.”
“Good, Dr. Groph. Now...you know why I'm here.”
“Precisely. We must begin ground work to initiate the plan immediately. Has Dr. Porter arrived?”
“Yes. He and the other have been awaiting your arrival.”
“Then let's begin.”
“Destroy and create.”
“Hush, voices! Our plan is coming together.”