Chapter 10: Radio W-SAM, Part 2
Dave hurried to the location of the beam of light. It was just outside of his room, above a door.
How'd it get up there? Dave wondered as he tried to jump and grab it. When that failed, he jumped and knocked it down with his MP-40. After it hit the floor, it began to play its message.
Shit, did I break it?
The scientist from the other radios began to speak
"Now, you must be very diligent with her Samantha. Owning a dog is a great responsibility." He said.
"Yes, father. Oh, I love her." Replied a young girl with a familiar voice.
"You must feed her every day, and walk her, and be very careful when you play with her. You know she's going to have puppies." He continued.
"Really? Can I keep the puppies too father?" The girl eagerly responded.
"We'll see Samantha. One step at a time." The man assured.
Unlike the other radios, this one began to replay its message.
"Crap, I DID break it." Dave pushed the buttons and turned its dials, but it continued to play. He then looked it over before pulling out his knife and popping part of the radio's metal casing off. He then examined the radio's insides before pulling a few wires out of it. It stopped as it began to play its recording a fourth time.
That was going to get annoying. Now that the radio was off, Dave could think about its message. The girl in the radio sounded exactly like the ghost playing games with him. That must mean…
"Samantha?" Dave asked out loud. He was answered with a giggle. Dave smiled.
So, her name's Samantha! Now, with his questions answered, he could finally leave this place! He walked to the court yard, noting it was midnight. He looked up at the moon, but was surprised to see another beam of light.
More radios? Dave thought as he headed to its location. It was in the furnace room.
There better not be any dogs! Dave thought, remembering the last two times he entered it. The radio was on a filing cabinet. He pushed a button and it immediately came to life.
How come the other ones didn't do that?
It started with a dog barking. The scientist yelled at an assistant.
"Edward, tie the damn thing down. We can't have it running around during the test."
The dog, now restrained, began to whimper. Edward, the assistant from one of the other radios, responded.
"It's tied down now, Doctor Maxis." Apparently, the scientist was Doctor Maxis. He began to activate the teleporter.
"Initiating test number 5. Subject is within the test chamber. Activate power." By the sound of it, the teleporter teleported the dog.
"Searching for vitals. No readings Doctor. The test subject has... disappeared. Doctor Maxis, we've done it!" Edward cheerfully called. Maxis was unimpressed.
"Don't be foolish! Test number five is unsuccessful. Subject has vanished, yes, but has not reappeared at the mainframe. Recalibrate the damn system no-!"
It cut off there. Dave remembered that Maxis bought a dog for Samantha.
So, she haunts this place because her father used her dog in an experiment and it disappeared? Dave thought as he left the furnace room. He looked up and saw another light.
"Apparently not." He traveled to the third teleporter again and discovered a small underground passage behind it. There, he found the next radio. He pushed the same button as the last one, but it didn't turn on. He continued press the button until it finally worked.
Dr. Maxis was the only one speaking. He said:
Sophia, this letter is to go to the Reichstag High Command immediately. Gentlemen, it is with the utmost urgency that I draw your attention to the lack of funding being injected into The Giant project. While I believe we are close to realizing the ultimate plan, we still have several years of development before it is ready. It would be folly to cut our expenditure so early in our development. As you know, early tests on the DG-2 have easily outperformed expectations and we fully anticipate mass producing the Wunderwaffe within the next few years. Work on the matter transference has however come to a standstill. We simply do not have enough Element 115 to continue the experiments. The test subjects have survived teleportation but are currently unresponsive to commands and cannot be controlled. If we are to overcome this obstacle we need to increase the frequency and size of the experiment. To this end, I suggest we not only find a regular supply of 115, but that we also find a larger conduit to channel the energy. Our operatives in America have informed us that the US have a large supply of the element at the Nevada base, so time is of the essence if we are to stay ahead of them. This cannot be done if you cut the budget, nor can it be done if you insist on pressuring us into action before we are ready. I am of course available for discussion of the matter but in the meantime, I will continue with the work here and try to win this damned war. Signed etc. etc. Doctor Maxis."
Dave recalled reading something about the DG-2 in a notebook he found. It was some kind of electric rifle. He still wanted one of those prototypes. Thinking back he remembered something else.
"I still need to get a box to protect my room!" Other than that, the message didn't say anything important. He then set off to look for the next radio. He was getting tired of this game. A glance at the clock over-looking the courtyard told him he had been playing this game for about two hours. He figured the first game took at least seven hours. With a sigh, he followed the beam of light to the radio. Surprisingly, it was in his room.
What's wrong with this one? He wondered, recalling the previous radios. He looked it over and quickly found an 'On' button.
Why didn't the others have these? He angrily thought as he pushed the button.
"Initiating test number six. Subject is within test chamber. Activate power." Said Dr. Maxis. The teleporter was activated. Once again, there was a problem.
"Damn it, Edward! Did you set up the device correctly?"
"Yes Doctor," Edward replied, "As per your specifications." Maxis refused to look bad.
"If you had done it to my specifications then it would have worked, wouldn't it? As usual your incompetence has... What?" He was cut short by a sound from the teleporter.
"Do you hear that, Doctor?" Asked Edward.
"Quiet, you fool! Test number six is a failure, but the experiment has caused some kind of electrical force to energize within the chamber," Maxis Noted. "Well, open the door."
"Doctor, I don't think..."
"Open the door now!" Maxis yelled. When the door opened, the dog ran out. Then, a familiar voice spoke up.
"Daddy, what are you doing with Fluffy?"
"Damn it, Samantha. I told you never to come in here." Maxis then spoke to his assistant, "Edward, get her out of here."
"Yes Doctor." Samantha screamed either because Edward tried to grab her, or because she got a look at her dog.
"What's wrong with her? Daddy, what did you do? Fluffy!" She cried. Maxis tried to calm his daughter.
"Come back here! Samantha. Stop her! Easy. Come here Samantha. Good girl. Gently Samantha. That's not Fluffy anymore. We must get out of here." A door slammed shut before they could get out.
"What? Edward what are you doing? Open the door. Edward. Open this door now!" Maxis demanded.
"Dad. I'm scared."
"Damn you... Stay by me, Samantha." Said Maxis.
"Goodbye, Doctor Maxis." Said Edward as the teleporter was activated. He laughed manically as the radio stopped.
"Whoa. So…That's…That's what happened?" Dave was shocked. Samantha was a bit annoying to him, but he would never wish that on anyone, American or Nazi. He actually felt sorry for her. After a long pause, he heard hell hounds and moans approaching. Dave sighed.
"Come here, Fluffy!" he called out as he stood, his knife in one hand and his pistol in the other.
It's a good thing most of this was just copied and pasted from the CoD wiki. this is my longest chapter so far! And finished on a Thursday!
This is the end of the begining for the story. I've already got plans for chapters 12 and 13, but the next one's kind of weird. It's going to take place over the course of three days, and I'm not even sure what's going to happen. Heck, I haven't even thought of a title for it. I might need an extra week for it, I don't know.
If there have been any errors in my recent chapters (I think 6 and on), That's because my "beta-reader" (A.k.a. my brother) hasn't bothered to read them before I upload them.
Also, Voting for the FP-45 Liberator will end this Sunday. Him getting that gun is the only thing that I know will happen next chapter.