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announcement caused the beasts to
gently jump from fright.
    “ Oh, so when will these
troops be ready to roll out?” smiled Hitbear, ignoring the killing
device comment.
    “ An undetermined time,”
sighed Gora. “I have to discuss with Owlbert the correct course of
action that we should take in creating these soldiers because I do
not want them falling into the wrong hands and I do not want any of
this traced back to me, for I fear the wrath of powerful people
that reside on this planet. I just want to dispatch those that have
wronged me.”
    “ Ja, ja. Vee vill begin
tomorrow morning, Gora,” cheeped Owlbert as he flew onto Hitbear’s
shoulder. Owlbert was an unusually large owl, but Hitbear remained
unaffected by the owl resting on his shoulder. “I quite like ein
spot here.”
    “ Off me bird!” growled
Hitbear at Owlbert, as Hitbear chased Owlbert around the
lab.
    Gora, still queasy from
explaining to Hitbear and Owlbert her intentions, traced the two
beastmen with her eyes as Hitbear playfully chased Owlbert around
and around. Her eyes flickered for the third time and then went
dim.
    Hitbear finally got a hold
of Owlbert and gave him a tiny – but firm – bear-pinch and released
him. The two seemed strangely perfect for each other thought Gora.
She knew that they were direct opposites of one another
ideologically, and was beyond relieved when both agreed to the
tasks given to them.
    Yet an uncertainty flowed
throughout Gora’s mind. Would others try to attack her if she were
seen animating the dead? Would humans be dismayed at her choice for
resurrecting Hitler, of all people? When will she let the beasts in
on her true motives? A million more thoughts like this flooded
Gora’s mind as she collapsed on the ground and began to yelp in
agony; her anxiety and inner fears were gripping at her stronger
than ever.
    “ Gora! Gora!” screamed
Hitbear as he and Owlbert rushed over quickly. Hitbear knelt down
beside her stricken body and caressed her hair gently as she
contorted this way and that way. Owlbert gently fanned her entire
body with his wings and began to whistle a careful song through his
beak. The pair of beastmen looked into each other’s eyes and
through strange animalistic telepathy they nodded in agreement that
Gora was the most important thing in their lives. Anything that had
to be done to protect her would be done; no questions
asked.
    Gora’s body started to
shake less and her breathing became normal once more. She drifted
off into a slumber and her two creations lay down by her, keeping
her warm and safe through the night.

Chapter 6
    The Rosenbergs,
Continued
    “Are you okay, dad?” the
young man asked his weeping father. He stood up and stepped to his
father’s side. The boy began to comfort his father with a hug but
was kindly rebuffed.
    “ Yes,” coughed the father,
“just another damned coughing fit.” His guttural coughing fit
continued for minutes, but it felt like an eternity to his son - he
wanted to hear more about his grandparents and the
Rosenbergs.
    “ Hand me some water,
Gaston,” asked the father between coughs. Gaston obliged and
quickly scooped a cup into a bucket of water. Though the father
taught the boy much about technology and innovation, he wanted to
keep their lives as plain and off-the-grid as possible. It was
exceptionally easy to be found when plugged
in even in the 1970s.
    “ Thank you, son,” said the
father. “Now back to my story. Please take these words in with
great care.”
    “ Of course, dad, of
course.” The boy resumed his cross-legged position and leaned in
with full attention to his broken, yet resilient,
father.
    “ As I said, my family’s
lives were about to tremendously change forever.”
    New York City,
1945
    “ What is it Ethel?” asked
Caroline as she hurriedly prepared to boil water for tea. Ethel
liked to add milk to her tea, which was strange to Caroline, so
Caroline pulled out the fresh glass of milk from the
icebox.
    “