Young Army Captain Hartman spread out a map on the table. He pointed to a spot on it.

"This is our target, boys," he said. "A Nazi medical facility. We go in and put them out of business. Any questions?" Not a word. "Good. Let's move out," As they prepared for the mission one of the men stopped him.

"What do you think we'll find, Captain?"

"I don't know. I really don't know,"

Outside the facility, Hartman made hand signals to move in. Moments later, an explosion followed by shouting was heard.

"Let's move!" They quickly moved in. Once in, they began to hear gunshots and screams. As they jogged through the facility, they looked into the now open rooms. Bodies lay in various positions. A dark shape crawled through a hole in the ceiling a Nazi soldier had made as death took him. One of his men aimed at it.

"Let it go!" In the cell it had escaped from, another soldier lay with his neck facing an odd angle. "I don't think it was here voluntarily," A bloodcurdling scream came from down the hall. A figure in a white coat tried to plaster himself against the wall

opposite a cell. Hartman and his men cautiously approached the room.

"Do not come closer!" he shouted. "This room holds a demon," The men glanced at each other.

"I don't believe in demons," Hartman stepped forward. The man grabbed him.

"Don't go in there! Please!" Several rifles cocked. The scientist immediately let go. Three of the soldiers took him down the hall. Hartman approached the room. Inside the door lay a Nazi soldier whose throat had been ripped out. His blood was pooling around him. Looking into the room, he saw a figure huddled against the wall. It was dressed in white. It was covered with blue fur and a tail lay limp on the floor next to it. Long black hair hung down, preventing Hartman from seeing its face. It was hugging itself and shivering, obviously ill. A white and red rosary hung from its right wrist. It lifted its head a little and looked up at him with cat-like brown eyes.

"I'm American," it said weakly with a female's voice. Hartman immediately knelt down next to her.

"We're here to help you," he said as he picked her up. She clung to him as Hartman carried her from the prison that God knows how long she had been in.

"Move out! Check the other rooms," he said, looking down on the creature's catlike features. "Stay with me,"

Hartman carried the cat-like woman outside to the troops waiting outside. Several recoiled at the sight of her.

"What the hell is that!?"

"Get me a blanket and the medic!" he ordered. The blanket came before the medic. Setting her down, he wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. She was still shivering as she pulled it closer to her. She looked into Hartman's blue eyes.

"My name is Maya Palemoon," she whispered before losing consciousness.

Maya slowly opened her eyes. Looking around she saw she was no longer in her prison. She had to blink several times before it finally sunk in she was free. After a moment, she realized she was in a hospital. She

gave a content sigh and closed her eyes. She heard voices.

"I don't know what the hell she's capable of," an American accent said.

"What makes you think she's dangerous, Doctor?" a British accent answered.

"She's a cat for God's sake! She ripped out a man's throat!"

"I would have, too, were I her. I'm going in wither you wish me to or not,"

"Professor Broom, — "

"I have seen more things then you would like to know," That seemed to end to discussion. The door opened and footsteps approached. Maya inhaled letting Professor Broom's scent fill her nostrils.

"You're not afraid, Professor," she said, still not opening her eyes.

"Should I be, Miss Palemoon?" She opened an eye and looked at the man sitting next to the bed.

"One of the last things I remember is ripping out a man's throat. Everyone around here reeks of fear," She frowned and turned her eyes down at her hand. "Is this permanent?"

"I'm afraid so, dear," he said. "What ever you were given during your captivity bonded with your DNA,"

"What does that mean?" Broom chuckled.

"It means, genetically, you are a cat capable of speech and intelligent thought," Maya picked at the blanket. "Miss Palemoon, President Roosevelt has established a top secret agency, the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense,"

"Paranormal?"

"Hitler is a member of a powerful occult society. Your uniqueness could help us,"

"Help you? How?"

"Well, Dear, you have feline abilities. They will be helpful,"

"Hitler won't live forever," Maya looked up at Broom "Will he?" He chuckled.

"He shouldn't. He'll die someday, I'm sure. When that time comes, you'll be one of the Bureau's agents in, for lack of a better word, bumping the things that go bump in the night," He picked up the rosary from the table and handed it to her. "And I think you would be perfect for the job,"