10th April
11:55 GMT -3
"
No." / "Who is 'Hitler'?"
Zatanna's reaction mirrors mine and Raquel's, astonishment and confusion. Canis doesn't seem particularly moved one way or another. I shouldn't be too surprised; the Second World War may have been a big part of my education and heritage but I didn't have any reason to assume that Mister and Missus Free would have focused on it rather than more modern things.
I nod to Raquel, who presses a button on our computer and simultaneously plays two video clips. The first, a compendium of clips of Adolf Hitler during the late thirties and early forties. The second, the footage we took of Mister Schreiber. Zatanna's eyes flick back and forth between the two, staring at their faces.
"Okay. They're… Kind of similar, but that doesn't mean-."
I generate a construct of Hitler and another of Mister Schreiber. The latter is very slightly taller, something I ascribe to a better diet.
"If we change Mister Schreiber's hair-
" It brushes itself to the side.
"-and add a moustache…
"
She opens and closes her mouth several times without saying anything, blinking as if to see if the mad world she now finds herself in will vanish.
"To answer your question Canis, Adolf Hitler was a rather poor painter and a rather better politician. He ruled Germany from nineteen thirty three to nineteen forty five.
"
"That is hardly any time at all, and nearly a Human lifetime ago." He thinks for a moment. "Does Krieger fetishise the period? Did he see to this resurrection so as to procure a sexual toy?"
Raquel splutters, then stares at him. "
That's the first thing that occurs to you?!"
"It is the reason why Great Darkseid tolerates the existence of
Mortalla. I can see little practical value in the act of cloning a man whose claim to significance is so weak."
"Oh,
he's significant. The war he started killed millions of people and a lot of those were people just rounded up for being from the wrong race!"
Canis doesn't look impressed. He shrugs. "Millions?"
Hmm. Albrecht was noted as having a bit of a Führer-fixation-. No. No.
"That's quite a lot by Earth standards. And Nazis were traditionally rather against same-gender sexual relations.
"
"Ah. Most likely not that, then."
I put my right hand on Zatanna's left shoulder.
"Zatanna? The wards?
"
"Oh. Um, they're passive. The ones I could find from the outside, anyway. They're supposed to shield it against detection but they wouldn't actually stop you doing anything."
"Are they recent?
"
"They're.. not
old. I…" She shakes her head. "They could have been created anytime in the last decade? Maybe two? But they couldn't have been put up yesterday."
"Right. I'm.. going to have a look around inside. Zatanna, I want you and Canis to go and have a chat with Mister Schreiber's boss.
" I hold out a card with his address and contact number.
"He's at home at the moment and nothing in
his background sets off any warning signals.
"
Zatanna takes it from me. "What do you want us to ask him?"
"Schreiber doesn't appear to leave written records. Or, at least none I can detect. We need to talk to someone who knows him. Try and find out… What he's like. I doubt that he's actually a Nazi, but it would be useful to find out if he's in contact with the Kriegers or their allies.
"
She nods. "What should I tell him when he asks why we want to know?"
"Make sure he knows that we don't suspect Mister Schreiber of anything. Say.. that we think that Mister Schreiber might have inadvertently been in contact with some very unpleasant people and we're worried that he might be targeted by them. Don't be too specific, it wouldn't take much for someone to look up a picture of Hitler and recognise the connection.
"
Canis' eyes move from Zatanna to me. "And what would you have me do? I dislike acting as a bodyguard when there is little realistic prospect of a fight."
"There's more to our work than direct confrontation. But-
" I take a tablet out of subspace.
"-this is a record of every example of Hitler's artwork that I've been able to find. There's also a record of every piece of Nazi imagery. It might help you get into their heads a bit better.
"
He takes it. "Having something the clone created would be better."
"Then ask for something. Mister Schreiber is a professional architect. His employer is bound to have some sort of record.
" Canis nods.
"Anything else?
" Neither of them say anything.
"Right.
" I hand her a roll of twenty real notes, four hundred reals worth in total.
"I don't
think anyone would risk mugging you…
"
She peels off five and puts them into her pocket, then holds out the rest. "Edih." The roll disappears.
I nod in approval.
"Off you go, then. No hurry, as far as I know.
"
They nod, Canis taking the lead as they head out.
"When you said
you were taking a look inside, you meant
we, right?"
"I'm afraid not. There are people around whom I can't scan for. One of us needs to stay here and keep an eye out.
"
"So why not send me out to talk to Schreiber's boss?"
"Canis couldn't stay here because he doesn't understand Human society well enough. Zatanna goes… Ah, this isn't going to sound like a 'good' reason-
"
She crosses her arms. "Uh-huh."
"-but it's renown, basically.
" Raquel purses her lips and holds out her right hand palm upwards.
"If I went to talk to him, he'd almost certainly recognise me as 'The Cake Man'. 'Rocket' isn't well known outside of Dakota City while Zatanna is. At least a bit. Justice League identification can't be forged but it can be
faked, and our work would be more difficult if Schrieber's boss just decided that we're just teenagers performing some sort of prank.
"
"Ahright." She waves her right hand dismissively at me as she turns away to sit in front of the monitor. "Get going. I'll contact you if it looks like anything's happening."
"Thank you. Back shortly.
" I transition up into the sky and start scanning the house below. I can roughly map it out using infrared and sonic imaging, and outside the warded area…
That's probably the burglar alarm. Would they have turned it on if they're just going out for the day? Maybe. I don't know enough about Brazilian society. Crime rates… Probably. Okay, block it and get ready to deactivate the alarm from inside once I rematerialise. Compare the plans of the house to comparable ones… And water pipes…
That's probably a toilet. Shouldn't be an alarm in
there. Walls around the edge of the property should prevent casual passersby seeing me, cameras are there and
there.
Transition.
I appear at ground level inside the wall, then rapidly fly into the area covered by the wards. I end up sitting directly under a camera, underneath its arc. It
probably doesn't do more than record, but it may well record to a remote location and the fact that being affixed to the wall allowed it to count as part of the house for the purpose of the wards meant that I couldn't disrupt it in advance. I
could do so now, but not doing so is probably a better idea in case Krieger can visit later and pick up on it.
Can I read the house now..? Still no. Okay. I cautiously feed a filament up and through a vent. It passes through without being blocked. Excellent. I continue feeding it through until the far end reaches the downstairs toilet and transition inside.