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Hitler had some kind of formula that he’d found during his time in the First World War He never told me how he came across this formula, but he said it would turn humans into gods. Spending nearly six years on perfecting the serum, he forced us to test it on the Jewish population. There were many ways of testing the serum. Injection, vapor and even artificial insemination. The plans he had were truly evil. Every day I worked for that mad man, was a day I felt as if I were losing grasp on reality itself. All those innocent people, dead because of one man. After all the past failures, the team decided to take Hitler’s serum idea and integrate it with human DNA. And if they would have gone through with those tests, Hitler may have taken over the world. Thankfully an old friend of mine, who attended ETH Zurich, Albert Einstein contacted me weeks before the first trial test of the new DNA strand. Gathering up as many notes as I could about Hitler’s project, I defected to the United States. I wanted to leave the project behind, I really did. However, I knew that with the other scientists working on the project, it would only be a matter of time before Hitler got what he wanted. A perfect German. Pleading with the U.S. Government about starting up the research, I was amazed that I was allowed. At first I had been told no in a written format by Congress and even the President. But things work much differently here in the United States than in Germany. Being approached, in secret, by a few government agents I was pleased to hear I could begin my research. We had many months of devolvement ahead of us if we were to see any results. I could only pray that we could beat Hitler’s team. It has been nearly five years after the end of World War II and I’m pleased that we’ve made considerable progress with Project S.T.A.R.W.I.N.D. Unfortunately, our first batch of subjects died within twenty-four to sixty-two hours after being born. There must be something wrong with their DNA and I’m working as hard as I can to make the corrections necessary for this to work. -Dr. Sander Langcaster. Chapter Eight “So what you’re saying is that conspiracies like Area 51 are decoys for keeping attention away from the Project?” Harold nodded his head and handed her a new cup of coffee. “How can that be? I mean all the hype and seemingly disparate attempts to cover up things around that area. And I can tell you for certain that as high of a security clearance that I had with the President, I couldn’t even access the facility. They have to be hiding something.” Sitting down Harold shook his head, chuckling. “With your newly achieved status, you can take a trip out there if you’d like. There are no little green men, only newly developed weapons and vehicles. Area 51 was established during the Cold War and its security measures were to ensure Russia couldn’t find out what we were working on. People have the innate desire to believe we’re not alone in this universe. The government merely exploits these desires to ensure our true research remains untouched.” Sandra rested her body into the comfortable chair, in shear disbelief. With all the years she’d put into the government she never realized how tangled the politics really were. Sure, everyone knew the government wasn’t telling its people everything but secrets they had been discussing were not only common sense, but remarkably simplistic. And because the government kept its lips tight, the American people would often except or misdirect themselves into what was going on. “Then why keep the Starwind subjects out of the spot light? I mean, your father wanted to create an easily replaceable supply of soldiers so the American people could live care free. And the Starwinds have exceeded the original ideals. I mean, other governments would tremble with fear knowing the US had warriors as powerful as Sander or Tylen.” “Because of the origins of the Project and the unusual results my father’s research yielded.” Sandra gently placed her coffee cup on Tylen’s desk next to her. Leaning forward, crossing her arms as she placed them in her lap, Sandra prompted the doctor to continue his thought. “With everything I’ve covered, I really don’t recall reading anything other than reports and journals.” “That’s because the true origins of the Project are passed along by conversation, not documentation.” Sandra grinned, eager to hear the story of how the Starwinds came to be. The personnel files on everyone was indeed interesting, but to gain the knowledge first hand from someone who was viewed as the father of the Project was a once in a lifetime chance. “So were did your father come up with the idea? It would have been in the nineteen fifties? Nineteen forties maybe?” Harold smiled, and finished his coffee placing the coffee off to the side. “My father, Sander Hans Verner Langcaster was a part of the NSDAP or the Nazi party.” Sandra’s childlike smile slowly faded away. The man who feverishly worked on the Project, originally, was a Nazi. One of the world’s most infamous collection of madmen, cut throats and Hell bound killers. “You see, Hitler and others in his close circle of advisors were searching for proof of the Aaronen race. There were several different projects started to do this, everything from breeding SS men with, what was viewed to be, pure German women. Other projects were in genetic manipulation and a few were more barbaric. My father was part of the genetic research preformed in Berlin. But before they could complete the project, he sabotaged the laboratories, stole the notes he needed and defected to the United States.”