Seven Deadly Sons by C. E. Martin Page A

a means to direct it to a specific location. Like a hyperspace wormhole, but created by magical means."
    "And these Nazis have one," Josie said. "That's just great."
    "Washington is concerned by this development as well," Kenslir said. "Location and neutralization—or seizure—of the portal device is our top priority after the more immediate hybrid threat is neutralized."
    "So we have to split up," Phillips said. "Focus on our super werewolf here, and the one wherever that portal is."
    " Überwolf ," Dr. King corrected.
    "Pardon?" Philips asked.
    "An überwolf," Dr. King repeated. "The Germans were obsessed with creating the perfect soldier—a part of their efforts to create the Master Race. The Übermenschen—super men. These chimeras appear to be the next step in that process. A blend of Vampire and Werewolf to create something superior."
    "Split up?" Javi asked as everyone considered Dr. King's theory. "Is that wise?"
    "Not just yet," Kenslir said. "Until we can locate their base of operations, we concentrate on the one here." He thumbed the screen on his tablet and the monitors hung on the walls around the room flickered to life, showing a still image from the building's security cameras. The image was from the laundry room, of the überwolf that had killed Yadid Greenberg, transformed into human form.
    "He looks just like the one outside!" Phillips exclaimed.
    "Twins?" Josie asked, dreading the other possibility.
    "I can get that out as an APB," Alvarro said. "With all our traffic cams in Miami, we might get lucky."
    "Already being done," Kenslir said, then looked back up at the rest of those assembled around the table. "And they don't just look like each other."
    Now the images shifted to the left and a new photo slid on screen. It was black and white for a moment before it was colorized.
    "Hitler?" Jimmy said, astonished.
    "No."
    The image was of Adolph Hitler, flanked by two generals. The picture slid to the left, over the überwolf's. One general's face matched perfectly with that of the überwolf's.
    "Heinrich Himmler, one of Hitler's inner circle."
    "Himmler?" Josie asked, confused.
    "It's a common misconception," Kenslir said, "that Hitler was behind the Reich's obsession with the occult. It was actually Himmler who guided the SS in that direction."
    "The Ahnenerbe," Jimmy said.
    " Ah-nenn-erb what?" Pam Keegan said.
    " Ah-na-nerb-uh ," Jimmy pronounced carefully. "Himmler's followers who-"
    "They're clones of Himmler?" Alvarro Sierra interrupted. He wondered when he would stop being surprised by this military detachment. "How could they even do that back then?"
    "No," Dr. King corrected. "Not clones in the traditional sense." He glanced at Kenslir. "After the war, we recovered a great deal of research from the Germans. They had perfected the means to suppress genetic information in fetuses—to suppress specific genetic traits—all part of their efforts to engineer the Master Race. Their research enabled them to force the development of a fetus, so that it possessed all of only one parent's DNA. They could also force a split of developing fetuses, in the same manner identical twins occur naturally. Modern cloning research is geared toward introducing foreign DNA into developing zygotes to overwrite their own DNA and create a duplicate—a doppelgänger ."
    "Yes," Kenslir said. "Enhanced duplicates."
    "Werewolv-" Jimmy started to say, then caught himself. "Überwolves."
    "How do we kill them?" Pam Keegan asked. "Silver didn't do squat."
    "Nor did stabbing their hearts," Josie said. "The one we have here underground even survived flash freezing."
    "Is he one of them?" Alvarro asked. "Eric Mosley doesn't look anything like them."
    "Vampires and werewolves are able to pass along their curses," Laura said, looking up from her nails. "They can create more of their kind. It makes sense these Nazis can do the same thing."
    Pam Keegan stood up and slapped both hands on the table. "Who cares? Who cares who they look