Suddenly the darkness was lifted as the bag was roughly torn from my head. I squinted at first as my eyes adjusted to the light. The room was completely dark, except for one glaring light trained on me.
"What is your name soldier?" A gravely voice said from across the table I was seated at.
It took me a second to think of the answer, as I think I had been knocked out while being dragged here. "My name... is John Parker." It was hard to talk. My voice was kind of scratchy.
"So Parker, do you know why you are here?" I could make out some movement in the darkness across from me, but I still couldn't see the man's face.
"Actually sir, I have no idea why I'm here. Your men told me to come with them, and when I asked who they were and why they wanted me, they knocked me out and tossed me in the trunk of their car." I said, recalling what had happened last night. "Now sir, I don't feel comfortable talking to a man whose name I don't know."
The man chucked. "Boy, the personality reports where spot on. My name is Peter. Peter Whales. I fought in the war a couple years back. He was referring to World War Two. The year was 1947. The war had ended two years ago, but there was a lot of cleaning up to do. "I was the head of a secret operation."
"With all due respect sir, what was the operation?" I had heard the name Peter frequently around the campfire while I was campaigning in Peleliu. He was often associated with tales of Nazi experiments. I had never payed attention, but now I wished I had!
"I was just getting to that! Now son, you ever hear the stories about me? Well they are all true. You heard me! Stop looking at me like I'm about to blow your head off! I am an American soldier who was following orders!" He was angry. Really angry. I guess he didn't like being associated with being a Nazi scientist.
"I'm sorry sir, its just kind of a surprised to hear the stories are true. I always said they where fools tales." I told him, trying to make up.
"Its OK." Peter sighed. "It was only natural you reacted the way you did. "But the reason you are here is something far more pressing." He leaned in closer to me. As his face entered the ray of light I could see it was scared heavily. His left cheek had three scars, almost like claw marks. "Parker, what would you say if I told you that the war isn't over. There are still battles to be fought. Except what we are fighting now, is worse than the Nazis."
"Aw, come on! What is worse than a Nazi?" I smirked. "I've killed quite a few of our Axis friends. I don't think these clowns could be any worse!" Peter gave me a solemn look, and I knew I would regret those words.