It took a day or two for the Sorcerer to get down the nuances of the English language. He was able to communicate pretty clearly what the Germans were doing in Europe when he did.
The Doctor paced while he spoke, “You’re telling us that there are breeding camps all across Europe. We’ve seen photographs and some video of the death camps, I’ve seen Auschwitz myself with my own two eyes.”
The Sorcerer nodded, “Yes, there will always be places black and foul as a demon’s asshole for your Germans to put their undesirables. There will always be some death camps, unless we tear them down stone by stone, but many have been converted into camps where herds of black men and women and those you call gypsies and Jews roam unfettered. They are feral men and women with no learning or culture, they are animals kept in cages to pay a toll.”
“How can you know any of this?”
“You would call it remote viewing, I call it scrying.”
The Doctor threw up his hands in the air saying, “Magic again!”
The Robot spoke, “More magical and unscientific than the images provided by X-rays and radar?”
The Doctor scoffed and stepped away from the group, the Vampire took his spot in the little circle and moved towards the Sorcerer, it’s strange nostrils flaring at it sniffed the air.
The Sorcerer held his ground as the Vampire approached him and said, “I know your kind creature and I do not fear you.”
The Vampire let out a hiss of a chuckle as it sniffed at the Sorcerer’s face and said, “Then you do not know my kind. Your scent is meaningless to me, I do not care for the sensation.”
“I do not understand your meaning.”
“Every creature above and below the waves has a scent, a marker that tells me whether or not it is prey or predator, whether to fight and kill or flee and strike from a more advantageous position. You smell bland, neutral; you have no place within this world.”
“Could it be that your categorization system is simply not robust enough?”
The Vampire made a strange hissing snort of derision and said, “There is only predator and prey in this world. The strong and the weak-”
“The pitcher and the catcher,” said the Gangster as he lit a cigarette.
“Top and the bottom,” said the Driver with a chuckle.
The Vampire and Sorcerer looked at the two men, the Sorcerer clearly confused about the terminology and the Vampire’s black eyes and strange face as uninformative about its thoughts as ever.
“Are you two finished?” asked the Doctor.
They shrugged and the Doctor spoke to the Sorcerer, “What would you have us do with this information? We fight the Nazis, but we are five against a whole country, and an ocean lays between us and Germany.”
The Sorcerer shrugged apologetically, “I know not. I only knew that I must at least attempt to warn this world of what comes. If what you say is true and the Germans control the majority of your world and its people, then perhaps it would be best for the dayvuhs to come and reap a bloody harvest from this world. Better this world of darkness and slavery than one where man is free and enlightened.”
The Robot spoke, “What I do not understand is their motivation. On a long enough timeline, with all current variables remaining in play, statistical analysis indicates that the Germans will in fact conquer the globe. They control the majority of the industrialized world and have relatively easy access to materials from America and the Imperial East. It seems impractical to unleash such a destructive force upon a world that they have primary control of.”
“Perhaps,” said the Doctor, “they seek to oust the other Axis powers as well. The Germans do not share power easily and it is conceivable that they look to a future devoid of rebels and must be prepared to face new foes. If in one swoop they can eliminate their so called undesirables and the only powers that can truly hope to challenge their might, it is possible they would go to such lengths.”
“Your argument has merits but.”
“What’s the plan of action then? Business as usual, or will my bosses be need more compensation from you?”
The Gangster said that to the Doctor with a smirk. The Doctor scowled and spoke.
“I’m not sure we can have any impact on such plots, unless they are being masterminded here in American. I can think of nothing short of a miracle that would enable us to travel to German, air travel is more restricted than road travel.”
The Robot turned his gaze to the Sorcerer and said, “Could your abilities supplement air travel?”
The Sorcerer brought his eyebrows together and closed his eyes, apparently concentrating. He stayed that way for three full minutes and as it crept into the beginnings of a fourth sweat began to spring out on his brow. When his eyes opened they were bloodshot. He shook his head.
“My connection to my world and the energies stored there are tenuous at best, unless I am able to find a power source of sufficient output and adaptability here in this world I am extremely limited in my ability to convert and alter matter. I will be most effective in battle and manipulation of the pathways of the minds of our enemies, but jaunting across the face of this world is currently beyond me. The results of such attempts would rupture most of our internal organs and then the energies at my command would slip out of my control and likely attempt to combine the six of us into a collection of living tissue, and metal. It would be most unpleasant.”
I think you all are forgettin the obvious solution,” said the Gangster as he lit another cigarette. They all turned to look at him.
“We paint a little mustache and a greasy looking, thin hairdo on the tin man an have him start screaming German at the Krauts while he high steps around an airfield.”
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