All The Way
Chapter 32
Cryogen Laboratories
Phoenix, Arizona
Day and night did not exist in the cool confines of Cryogen Laboratories, only the continuous battle of maintaining sub-zero thermodynamics in the scorching desert heat. Massive evaporators roared outside the sleek, windowless building, the dry heat rising in the air around the secluded industrial park.
Dr. Wyman Osterman checked his watch while walking through the rows of tanks and preservation chambers. Outside each unit, a display of lights and gauges were alive with activity. Compressors droned and hissed in the cool silence of the large preparation room. In another two hours tank #511 would complete its slow programmable vitrification. Osterman raised his clipboard and moved to the side of the tank and recorded the reading from the gauge. The needle quivered near -1960C or -320.80F.
Tall, slender, aristocratic, Wyman Osterman had hoped to land a post doctorate in chemical engineering at a MIT. An incident with a fellow female doctoral student had side-tracked his plans for an ivy-league position. The devious little witch was a back stabber and had poisoned everyone against him. Fortunately, during his time in academic purgatory, Cryogen Laboratories had made him an offer, an offer he couldn't refuse.
After several months, Wyman realized his talents would have been wasted at MIT and its rigid academic environment and protocal. Cryogen Laboratories was a cutting edge, ground breaking institute that functioned with a wild west attitude toward scientific ethics and morals. In a short time, he had managed to work his way to the top and distinguished himself as a man who could handle difficult and challenging projects.
Osterman tapped his pen against his clipboard and stared at tank #511. During the prep of the subject he noticed some peculiar, abnormal physiological changes to the body. The body showed changes beyond the routine diseases he so commonly encountered. This body was unique and he would need to investigate further. This project could well be more than ground breaking work in cryonics, this could be the kind of discovery that could make scientific history and show them all how wrong they were. That little witch would be sorry she crossed him. He would make sure she and the whole world knew of his success.
Wyman's slender fingers trailed over the plane tickets in the breast pocket of his lab coat and smiled. For months he had been perfecting his cryoprotectant emulsion techniques. Vitrifcation, the cooling and solidifying of cells without freezing and lysing had been his major goal. His doctoral work in thermodynamics allowed him to perfect a closed loop cryogenerator, a generator that would allow the transport of important cryogenic projects from one location to another. Through his efforts and expertise his hopes of landing a major project had finally paid off. The peculiar physiological changes of body #511 was the icing on the cake.
The cryonically protected project in his care belonged to a special anonymous client. Body #511 was making a little trip, a trip to Munich, Germany. And he, Dr. Wyman Osterman, would be traveling along, ensuring the delivery to….
Osterman paused and checked through his documents for the address.
"A castle?" He chuckled, an eyebrow arched as he glanced again. "How mysterious!"
"Delivery to Braunszollern Castle in Bavaria, to a Dr. Leo Vanderhaas."
~~~tbc~~~