March 1, 1987
Munich, Germany
2:30PM

On the train, waiting to get the hell out of here. Everything I learned in Vienna, Salzburg, Auschwitz and my east connection in West Berlin adds up and it's ugly. I'm recapping for my own sanity.

The Purist was definitely a high-ranking Nazi geneticist in Hitler's regime. We're talking a real Frankenstein, here. Slicing and splicing his way through the concentration camps in search of a recipe for the "master race". I'm still sick from the photos. I only wish the psycho himself had been caught on camera, but no such luck. Not even a real name.

He did have an apprentice, however. A boy prodigy from Salzburg named Kurt von Schuler. The kid was a freak genius born to a family of harpsichord makers. The Nazi scientists let him run wild through bloody labs supervised by "Uncle Purist". I'm almost 100% sure that little Kurt became Dr. Paul.

When the Allies broke the Axis in the 40's, Kurt von Schuler was considered a young, victimized puppet and spared Nuremberg. The Purist was never apprehended. After laying low back in Austria a few years, tuning keyboards I imagine, Kurt vanished after a fire burned down the family business. This was just the time that elderly Dr. Alexander Breedlove, legendary biologist and missionary appeared on the scene traveling the globe and healing the deformed with his handsome, adopted son, Paul. I matched news clippings with the surviving von Schuler family photos. The younger Breedlove is definitely Kurt. I'd bet my mother's soul that his new daddy was the Purist.

Library time was limited, but I could find no records of where Paul Breedlove actually received his multiple degrees, even though his official bio claims they came from "the world's finest universities". This proves zilch, I know. Record keeping over here is worse than the mob's.

I'd love to follow the Breedloves' trail through Japan, Africa, Greenland, South America…but that's not the real story. Their brand of care giving always seemed to involve a second agenda of research. Ancient tribes, radiation victims, army experiments… all dealing with DNA mutation, primitive gene-splicing and photo ops with beaming brats. A Dr. Krieg in West Berlin told me, off the record, that they were way ahead of the discoveries later made by Crick and Watson. The work had nothing to do with healing, (surprise, surprise) and everything to with carrying on the curriculum of their WWII horror show.

The conductor's making his way down the aisle. Got to close.

Nazi! Breedlove is a junior Nazi! Brings a whole new light to the marvels of genetics medicine his empire practices, doesn't it? One last noteworthy entry before Liz got her yanked from the story and sent to her death in the rainforests.

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