Dachau Concentration Camp
January 18, 1945
Sydney shivered as he tried to find a warm place in the bed. The number
of people he and Jacob shared their blankets with had now increased from
only each other to more than ten. However, even all the people crowded
into such a small space couldn’t reduce the feelings of terror they had,
with only each other and Henri to confide in.
“Are you scared too?”
Sydney turned his head as his brother whispered in his ear so that only
he could hear. “Yes. Very.”
“Do you think they’ll select us tomorrow?”
“I don’t know. Do you?”
“I don’t know either.”
The two boys huddled together, trying to get warmth from each other as
the winds threw snow against the windowpanes and howled around the building.
A red glow lit the sky, showing through the window about their bed.
“Does it still hurt?”
In response to Jacob's question, Sydney pulled up the sleeve of his jacket
and showed a strip of bruising, once dark brown but now slowly fading
to green and yellow, the bruising having lasted longer to the malnutrition
that was beginning to affect both boys. “Not much any more. How about
Jacob shook his head, trying to ignore the throbbing pain that still
coursed its way up his leg as a result of a meeting that the two boys
had had with one of the camp’s most brutal guards some days earlier.
“Why…?” began Sydney quietly.
“I thought we agreed - no more ‘why.'” Jacob closed his eyes and turned
slightly away from his twin brother.
Sydney sighed. “I’m sorry. You’re right.” He turned over and tugged gently
on the blanket, to no avail. Sighing again, he shut his eyes and tried
to go to sleep.
March 2, 1945
“Jacob?” Sydney, sitting on the steps outside block 8 and waiting for
Henri to come out, nudged his brother with his foot. “Are you okay?"
Jacob sat on the step below, his knees drawn up under his chin, and his
eyes focused on a point on the floor. Through his parted lips, his breath
could be heard: a harsh, rasping sound that made Sydney shiver as he lowered
himself carefully to the ground. He reached over and touched Jacob on
the shoulder. He could feel the heat coming off his brother and, eyes
wide, Sydney stepped back for a moment. Only three days before they had
been moved out of the block and into a private room in Block Five. One
of the other people in their bed had had the same fever and, on the morning
that they had been taken to their new living quarters, several of the
room’s other occupants had dragged the dead man’s body away, to be burned
with the others in the crematorium. Sydney crept in close to his brother
again, wrapped both arms around him and held him.
“Jacob, please. I need you. I can’t let you go. If you go, I’ll be all
alone. Don’t leave me in this place, without you. I need you.”
Sydney never heard the door open but he felt the motionless figure of
his brother lifted out of his arms and looked up to see Henri cradling
“Henri, he isn’t…?”
“Not yet. Come with me, Sydney.”
The doctor looked up in annoyance as the door to his room slammed back
against the wall.
“Pardon me, Herr Doktor,” the guard began to speak. “I tried to prevent
them disturbing you, but…”
“Dr. Leiden,” Henri stepped around the guard and displayed the limp body
of Jacob to the stunned doctor. “I don’t know what it is, but I think…”
Henri nodded in agreement and Dr. Leiden glanced up at him as he took
the now unconscious body of Jacob out of the man’s arms. “You know something
“Yes, Herr Doktor.” Henri straightened to attention. “I was a doctor
in Paris before I came to Dachau.”
“Hmm,” the doctor considered as he rubbed his clean-shaven chin with
one finger. “And you have been taking care of my boys?”
“Yes, Herr Doktor.”
“Where have you been working?”
“Herr Doktor, I beg to report that I have no specific job.” Henri spoke
reluctantly, knowing that it was always such people who were given the
worst work - or else no work at all.
“Good. Then you can help me with my boys in the laboratory. You will
report for work tomorrow morning here in this block at six o’clock.”
Henri allowed a smile to pass fleetingly over his face. “It will be my
pleasure, Herr Doktor.”
The doctor eyed him snidely for a moment before turning back to Jacob.
“Your pleasure? Well, we will see about that…”
* * * * * * * * *
Blue Cove, Delaware
September 21, 1966
The six-year-old boy was led back to the cell, his mind still buzzing
with the information he had had to absorb for the most recent simulation
but still feeling that something was missing. He was lonely. There were
times when his mind went back over the people whose acquaintance he had
made in his short life and he wished most sincerely to see some of them
again. Like that lady that had visited once but had never come back. The
one who had made him talk about his family and had given him hope that
he might one day see them again. But the memory of those faces, voices
and other sounds and smells that had been associated with home were gradually
beginning to fail as well. He was thrust into the room by the strong arm
of one of the sweepers and allowed himself to drop onto his hands and
knees as the door slammed shut behind him. Curling himself up into a ball
on the cold, hard floor of his cell, he shut his eyes and tried to imagine
how it felt when his mother held him.
The feeling of panic built in him as he realized that he was unable to
recall how it had felt. He wrapped both arms around himself and, sitting
up, began to rock himself gently from side to side, humming softly the
songs he vaguely remembered being sung to him. But the memory evaporated
almost as soon as it appeared and Jarod was left with only a vague hint
of it in his mind and the tightening of grief in his chest. He rolled
over so that he was again on his hands and knees and crawled over to the
bed, pulling the blanket over him and trying to hide underneath it, to
try and find a source of warmth and comfort where there was none. He had
no idea that as he lay, wracked with pain and sorrow, fighting against
the urge to allow himself to sob, two pairs of eyes were watching. One
peered in through the bars of the air vent, eyes glinting in the darkness
as he felt the sorrow that Jarod was also suffering. The other pair of
eyes watched from a room far above this scene of anguish, shining with
unshed tears. It was not only a child that remembered the pain of having
lost a family. Sydney, too, remembered how much he had suffered at such
a loss. He turned and abruptly left the room.
Sydney entered his office to find his brother waiting for him, hands
linked in front of him on the desk and his eyes fixed on the door. Not
perceiving his twin at first, Sydney jumped violently when he finally
“Waiting for me? Or just trying to haunt my office?”
“Keeping an anniversary.”
“Really?” Sydney growled, dropping papers onto his desk and preparing
to leave again. “Which one?”
“The death of our parents.” His brother spoke quietly and pulled a photograph
out of his pocket and tossed it across the desk. The photograph showed
the boys as babies, being held by their parents at their home in Belgium,
prior to their flight into France. Sydney glanced down at it and then
dropped into the chair behind him with a groan.
“What do you want, brother? Why are you tormenting me with this?”
“Because I asked him to.” Another figure slipped out of the shadows and
stood behind Jacob.
“Mrs. Parker? What are you doing here?”
“I need your help, Sydney.”
“Understand?” Jacob stood and began to pace the length of the room. “You
never did, my brother, about things as important as this. You wouldn’t
admit to yourself the truth about what we went through as children and
now you deny this. You’ve been working with that boy for two years…”
“So that’s what this is about.” Sydney mentally kicked himself for not
realizing it earlier. “Jarod.”
Catherine turned to him, a pleading look on her face. “You have to help
me to get him out of here, Sydney. You saw what he was going through.”
“You were watching?”
She nodded. “You can’t let him go on suffering like that. It might destroy
him completely and then the Centre would have no further use for him.
Do you know what happens to people who are of no use?”
“Yes,” Sydney's voice was strangled. “I know.”
* * * * * * * * *
Jarod threw his arms instinctively over his face and felt the wave of
heat force the sleeve of his jacket onto his arm. Sinking to his knees,
he heard the flames roar above his head as he reached out an arm in the
darkness. After several seconds, his hand found the smooth leather of
the shoes of the office’s only other occupant. With his hand on the leg
of the desk to use as leverage, he used much of his strength to pull the
unconscious man along the floor and finally towards the door, which was
lit by the green emergency sign that, fortunately, had not been extinguished
by the fire. Slamming the door shut behind him and blocking out the flames,
Jarod took in several deep breaths and tried to suppress the urge to cough
until he saw stars.
Leaning over, he quickly assessed Eaton’s condition and found that he
was still alive, breathing and his heart beating somewhat slowly but regularly.
For several moments, forgetful of the danger only a wall away, Jarod tried
to wake him -- but the doctor remained unconscious. Standing, Jarod pulled
an extinguisher off the wall, opened the door and stared wildly around
him. The fire was almost completely gone. The fact that the air conditioning
was turned off and also that the door had prevented oxygen from getting
to the fire meant that only a few small places were flaming and these
Jarod destroyed with the extinguisher before looking around again. Only
traces of it now remained - ashes on the desk that has been a notebook,
a scorch mark on the ceiling and the crumbs of glass from the broken test
tubes and beakers on the burnt wooden surface, all covered with foam but
still visible through it. The room was also incredibly hot and Jarod could
still feel the heat rising up to his face.
About to turn back again, Jarod saw something out of the corner of his
eye and, bending down, picked up the needle and blackened spoon that lay
on the floor, the heat making him drop them again rapidly. A metal casing
showed what was, before the fire, a cigarette lighter and told Jarod much
more than he needed to know. With a heavy heart, he turned to go back
to the man that lay on the floor outside the burnt room.
* * * * * * * * *
Blue Cove, Delaware
The doors flew open as Miss Parker strode briskly down the corridor to
Broots’ office. He looked up as she entered and considered making a glib
comment about the amount of time it had taken but her expression dissuaded
“What is it?”
“Well, Lyle was looking around Sydney's office to get some information
and it gave me the idea to start searching through personnel files to
see if this person already had a connection to anyone in the Centre.”
“He was interested in Kronos I.”
Miss Parker's face took on a look of amusement, her minding having temporarily
forgotten the reason for her return. “And what did you tell him?”
“I…I told him where we found the information about it when we were looking.”
“And did you tell him why we were looking?” Miss Parker's voice made
“N…no. And he didn’t ask.”
Miss Parker thought for several seconds about that before dismissing
the thoughts of her brother from her mind.
“What did you find after he left?”
“Well, it took me a while to find anything, what with all of the information
that’s available in those things…”
Miss Parker banged a fist on the table in front of him, making him jump.
“What did you find, Broots?”
He turned the DSA player to her and slipped in the disk that was lying
on the desk. “There was a link in Lyle’s file and I found this DSA hidden
away in the archives under something called Leiden.”
“Yeah. It’s a German word. Apparently it means ‘suffering.'”
Broots started up the player and sat back so that Miss Parker could look
over his shoulder.
A young Lyle, about twenty-five years old, sat on a laboratory stool
and peered into a microscope. Words at the bottom of the screen read Die
“What have you discovered?”
The words were spoken in a slightly broken English and Miss Parker's
eyebrows shot up, recognizing the tone of it.
“If you use the product I’ve created, there should be no difficulties
in completely removing the conscious barriers that your subjects could
put forward in an attempt to avoid answering your questions.”
The man stood with his fingertips pressed together and nodded.
“Good, good. And side-effects?”
“Nothing permanent. As requested, a temporary amnesia will be produced
and will last for approximately eight to ten hours after the administration
of the drug, depending on the speed of the individual’s metabolic rate.”
“And in what state will they be to answer our questions?”
Lyle glanced back to the pages in front of him but somehow Miss Parker
was convinced that it was for effect.
“The body will relax into a state of some sedation, but will be able
to think and speak as normal. The conscious mental barriers will be broken
down and the individual will have no reason not to answer the questions
you choose to ask.”
“Good. We will test it now.”
Lyle smirked and looked around, presumably for the poor volunteers. His
face fell when he realized that he and the doctor were alone and that
the doctor had picked up the syringe.
Broots glanced up, shocked but expecting Miss Parker to make some snide
remark, but found her to be staring at the screen, her face wearing an
expression that was close to sympathy. In the meantime, the figure of
her brother had rapidly slumped in his chair, with only the gleam in his
eye showing that he was aware of his surroundings.
“Will the drug be infallible?”
“It has a failure rate of 0.04%.” His voice was dreamy.
“Under what circumstances?”
“Certain genetic traits.”
“Tests have been unable to determine.”
“How long have you been testing the fallibility rate?”
“The last eight hours.”
The doctor rocked back on his heels and stared thoughtfully out of the
window for several seconds.
“A number of subjects will be handed over to this project. You will be
assisted in this by one of our other researchers.”
Turning, he left the room. Immediately the door was shut behind the doctor,
the two people watching the tape saw Lyle get up and walk over in the
direction of the camera.
“Mr. Raines, sir,” he began, looking directly into the camera and Miss
Parker gasped aloud at the tenacity of seemingly double-crossing one of
the Centre’s partners.
“Mr. Raines, I designed the drug Lethe as we planned. Its actual failure
rate is more like nine percent but can be improved to almost 100% with
certain improvement that I will inform you of when next I see you. However
I have one major limitation to report and one that, I believe, cannot
be overcome. The substance has no effect whatever in the short term on
pretenders. I have had no opportunity to perform long-term studies but
I believe that the effects there would also be negligible. I have been
working to overcome it but have, so far, been unable to do so.”
The tape faded to black here and Miss Parker got up from her chair and
began to pace the length of the room.
“So Lyle was working with this mystery man, whoever he was, and Raines
seems to have been playing the organization he worked for - Die Fakultät
- off against the Centre. But this still doesn’t tell us who the man is.”
”We could ask Lyle.”
“Might as well suggest that we ask Raines, wherever they’ve put him since
Faith broke his mind.”
Miss Parker continued to pace for a few moments more, then looked up,
an idea seeming to dawn in her eyes. Walking over, she grabbed Broots’
collar and pulled him up out of the chair. “Repeat what you said.”
“Well, I…I just said we should ask Lyle…”
She let him go and he slumped in his chair in relief.
“Ask Lyle, no. But we could look in his file…”
She walked over to the computer that stood on the table in his office
and typed in her high-level security password. Immediately a list of staff
files appeared on the screen in front of her. Broots watched, his mouth
slack, as she opened the one belonging to her twin brother.
“How did you get that…?”
”Jarod,” Miss Parker responded over her shoulder.
“What?!” Broots’ voice rose to a shriek and he leapt up from his chair
as though he’d been shot. “Jarod?!”
“Broots, calm down. I was joking. Daddy gave it to me, during the time
that he actually was willing to do things like that for me. I thought
he would have changed it. Seems like he didn’t.”
“Oh.” Broots sat himself in the chair again, wishing he hadn’t left it.
After a few moments, he looked up again. “Did you find it?”
“Almost…” Miss Parker ran her eyes over the screen and then pointed a
finger to a date and a name. “Here…” Her eyes widened and she looked across
at Broots in shock. “Would you believe it? Look here…”
* * * * * * * * *
Mayo Clinic, Research Center
“Dr. Eaton? James, can you hear me?”
Jarod watched as the man lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes and
looked around passively for a few moments before he finally realized where
“It’s okay. You’re going to be fine.”
The man pulled himself up into a sitting position and saw Jarod sitting
in a chair by the window holding a medical folder in his hand.
”Luckily I happened by your office in time to see the fire. Any idea
how it started?”
Dr. Eaton looked away for a couple of seconds, considering an appropriate
lie that wouldn’t sound too unrealistic but, looking back at Jarod, noticed
the gleam in his eye and guessed that he already knew all there was to
”Just about all your research was destroyed in the fire. Luckily I was
able to contact several universities early this morning and they agreed
to sell you the information again, like they did last time. Of course,
the price has gone up a little by now. Inflation, you know…”
“But…how do you…?”
“Know? The same way you know about me.” Jarod help up a tape player that
he had been concealing behind the medical folder and played it. Immediately
the sound of the discussion between Dr. Eaton and the Centre contact filled