Katherine Williams (kitty_fangs) wrote in birthrightrpg, @ 2021-03-03 05:15:00 |
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Delivering The Package
Who: Katherine.
What: Radek has a delivery.
Where: The day after this.
People could always be found to deliver things. Even person-sized crates. So long as nothing was heard from inside, they were goods like any other.
When Katherine had been stalked, Noah's client had been very specific about who and what she was. Very specific about wanting to inflict harm upon her. Really, it could have been anyone, considering the brunette's longevity.
Could have.
Wasn't.
The attached note served to clarify things, somewhat. An envelope which was marked for Radek's attention, addressing him as 'Doc' and elaborating as to what would be found within.
The 1940s had seen horror elevated to an industrial scale. Death camps within the borders of the Third Reich, where some unfortunate souls were selected for more than just slave labour; subjected to medical experiments of all nightmarish varieties. The purpose hardly even mattered when they were so numerous. Mere scientific curiosity had a ready supply of bodies to choose from and all would be disposed of. It was simply a matter of how they might serve, contribute, before inevitable expiration.
But he was no Mengele. Not anywhere close to being a leading surgeon, at all. Just an assistant. But he had ambitions. Aspirations. The willingness to learn.
When the Red Army came, he surrendered. Would have preferred the Americans, but if one could show their worth, their value... What was exchanging the services of one murderous dictator for another, when they could help dreams to be achieved? So, he pretended. Pretended to know more than he did. Pretended he, like those in the camp, could contribute.
Because he came from an avenue of research which promised to yield so very much, if it could be harnessed. The biological exploitation of those who proved to be.... Different. Sub-humans of a very different sort. The SS were very keen on that and his former superiors, drunk on fantasies of attaining the ideal of Aryan supermen, had wondered if, perhaps, if they could replicate the traits of such creatures... If that could help to turn the tide.
Just as the Americans had their Operation Paperclip, so, too, did the Soviets race to harvest the wealth of German scientific ingenuity. The Cold War was in the offing and every advantage would be necessary.
From Fascist to Communist in one easy step - things were smoother if you could prove useful. At least, as much as in the Fatherland. He might have pretended he was more elevated in status than he really was, but now in service to 'Uncle Joe', he had real resources to draw upon. And the Communists... They had their camps, too.
When the American came, the woman, things changed. She could have made an excellent research specimen. Instead, some of his best assistants were slaughtered on her way out. That was what had offended him the most. The assistants... Not the guards. The assistants. He had been an assistant, once. He knew them. He always valued assistants. Good assistants. Assistants who helped him in his work. He didn't care how the Soviets would use it, so long as he could solve those infernal problems. So long as those supernatural riddles could be unlocked. So long as he could be there when barriers were smashed and a new era of knowledge, of understanding, could be inched closer to.
And she had killed them. Killed them and destroyed their collaborative work. Oh, so much work... So very, very much work needing to be recreated.
There were many such places, of course. Many projects. He had heard of Stalin's blessing to try and interbreed apes with women, trying to create muscularly enhanced super-soldiers. Those would be but a shadow if his own work could produce the necessary results he was hoping for. If the undead, werewolves and more could grant access to their biological secrets. Organic transformation, battlefield healing without surgical attention, powers of the mind... And he would be at the forefront of discovering it.
He would now do more than that. He would volunteer himself.
That was what was found within Radek's casket. Not a vampire, although he had been staked, rendered unconscious. A weakness which came with the territory of countless grafts and experimental transplants. Over the years, he had built up quite the collection of... Parts within his body. Some vampiric, many not. Runic symbols and sigils, indicating more than pure organic fusion had been required to enable the desired results.
And, along with associated strengths, some of those parts came with weaknesses, too. Hence, the staking Katherine had performed to render him inert and unresponsive. Within his hands were clutched a couple of medical notebooks, along with a small number of USB drives. All of it written in Russian, of course. He was still employed, after all.
She hadn't been kidding about him being a legitimate medical marvel. Or perhaps the more correct term would be a medical horror show?
'Wouldn't advise waking him up. Have fun.'
Thus ended the vampire's explanatory note. Quite what Radek would do with him and his body of knowledge, Katherine didn't care, but if any good could come from the monstrosity delivered to the helpful physician's doorstep, perhaps he would prove to be the one to find it.