1944, Somewhere in Austria…
He looked over his notes, sweat dribbling down his brow, cascading into his facial hair as he finished out the notes. They were losing the war, HE was too powerful. It should have been him. He was the one who had the foresight for the future, not THE OTHER. He trust him. But it wasn't meant to be.
Now, he had to use alternatives and unsavory solutions. The fact of using them didn't bother him. After all, he intended to use them anyway. But now, he had to rush it, and rushing caused mistakes. Rushing through testing caused missed variables. Unforeseen problems.
He sighed, wiping his brow again. They would have to be acceptable losses. The future was the future. What was important was the now. He needed the power. He needed the control. The world needed him.
After all, it was for the Greater Good.
