The Hof in Uppsala
At precisely 11:45PM on the same day Dr. Ilse Sommerlund conducted her “SITRAP” (Current Situation Update) from Zurich, three Gulfstream G700 private Jets were readied for takeoff at Airports in New Jersey. All were registered to Ulfbert Air Assets, Ltd., a company based in Liechtenstein, and all had duly filed with the US FAA authorities flight plans to different locations.
The Morristown Airport Gulfstream was prepped for a flight to Abu Dhabi. The Atlantic City Airport Gulfstream was heading to London. The last Gulfstream was heading to Montreal, Canada from Teterboro Airport in Bergen County.
Within minutes of Dr. Sommerlund’s encrypted Zoom conference, Heinlein was whisked away from NordPharma’s Princeton Headquarters in one of three helicopters that simultaneously departed the HQ Helo Pad. Which one was he on? The multiple helicopters were a ruse – an expensive trick to cover his tracks in case somebody was watching him. He knew was heading to Montreal. From there he’d transfer to another private jet – destination Reykjavik, Iceland – and from Iceland he’d fly to Arlanda Airport in Stockholm, Sweden, a short three-hour hop.
His Varang Captains had mapped everything out – right down to his fake passport and new identity. Wiliam Heinlein was now Viljmar Hansen, a citizen of Finland, who resided in Helsinki. From Montreal on, he would be traveling as Hansen. And although no one had told him yet, he had a feeling in his gut that he wasn’t going to be seeing the United States for quite a while. In a strange way he was good with it; he was feeling a bit “exposed” banging around New Jersey. His Varang watchdogs were top shelf…but as an ex-cop he didn’t like the sensation of having a target on his back no matter who was protecting him. Last night he barely slept at all. A private wedding and extended Honeymoon were just what he needed. He needed Swede. He yearned to be at her side.
He breezed through customs in Iceland – where transfer protocols to other Scandinavian countries were very accommodating – and boarded a French Dassault Falcon 10X for the last leg of his journey to Stockholm. But the suitor wouldn’t see his darling Ilse for another three days. He’d been reading up on what he was about to partake in.
His first hurdle in marrying Ilse was lack of a family. Both of Heinlein’s parents were dead. He had a sister somewhere in Colorado – but they didn’t speak often and weren’t emotionally close. The Viking Iron Rule was that Swede’s father decided who his daughter could marry. These were Old Norse Laws. Naturally, Dr. Anders Sommerlund would not object unless Heinlein was “unworthy”. But there was no family to make inquiries about. Heinlein was – essentially – an orphan under the Old Codes. Despite her father’s approval – in cases involving orphans, the final decision was up to the Godi. Ilse winked at him when she told him a priest would decide whether she could marry him. She didn’t seem worried…so he followed her lead. Of course, the Godi was NordTur and an ally of her clan.
For centuries, Viking priests – Godi – presided over every element of joining men and women in matrimony. The Viking “Eddas” or Histories contained detailed accounts of Norse marriage ceremonies. Their prayers and formalities were as symbolic and meaningful as anything ever dreamt of by the Vatican. A Viking Wedding was an event to cement families together. The Viking family was the foundation stone upon which their world was built. The Gods attended as guests and fused the lovers into one spiritual being, shepherding them on this, their ultimate journey of life. A Viking Wedding wasn’t meant to be fearsome or threatening. It was meant to be joyful – an affirmation of social cohesion. The birthing of another family unit. It was grounded in an Oath witnessed by the Gods – the most solemn of all Viking acts. The Gods were entreated to feast and drink…and Norse Gods loved a good party.
Of course, it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the ceremony. Vikings had complex “purification” rituals to undergo before they could set foot inside the “Hof” or wedding “Langhus” – the archetypal extended wooden Longhouse majestically decorated for the advent of Odin and Freyja.
First, the Bride and Groom had to suffer through almost interminable cleansings. They had to sweat out impurities that corrupted their bodies. The betrothed spent hours in hot baths and steam chambers, sometimes beating themselves with birch switches to open their pores. These were the “Days of Laug” – bath purifications in geo-thermal pools followed by cold water immersion. The “Brudlaug, or “Bride’s Bath”, could be – depending on her past – even more intense. Vikings wanted a girl that was squeaky-clean, inside and out. These were spiritual as well as corporeal expurgations. The “Old Ways” of driving out evil made for strong marriages.
Grooms sometimes denied themselves food and drank only mead until they suffered delirium – stories of grooms and their retainers running naked for miles in fresh snow, howling like wolves are common. These venerated rites that preceding wedding vows enabled the betrothed to acquit themselves honorably before Freyja and Odin and be worthy of holy blessings, their spirit and flesh reborn.
Hansen’s five Varang companions would take part in the cleansing rituals. They, too, had to stand next to him during the Viking Ceremony at Uppsala Gamla. Everyone would be dressed in traditional Norse regalia. They would present their “Jarl” – or Earl – to Thor and beseech the God of Thunder’s approval of their warlord. They would nest battle axes inside their broad belts and bear a ceremonial sword the groom would present to his bride. They would witness him receive a matching sword from his betrothed. These exchange of swords sealed their oath to Odin and eternalized their troth. They then would drink copious amounts of special “Wedding Ale” – mead laced with herbs to enhance the groom’s sexual performance. Finally, the groom’s five male retainers and bride’s five shieldmaidens would witness the moment the marriage was consummated. Yes, these ten people would surround the bed and – through the sheerest of veils – watch the married lovers take one another’s passion and feast on each other’s lust. “An arm’s length away” was the metric of distance they were to stand. For Viking men and women, sex had nothing whatsoever to do with “sin”. It was a natural act, like birthing children or raising crops. The act of copulation was a gift from the Gods. Like Mead. Like life itself.
Even though his Varang bodyguards were of the Eastern Orthodox Faith, they eagerly took part in these traditions as a personal homage to their Varangian forebearers in Ancient Keivan Rus. They called it “Dipping their hands in the Blood of their History”. Dressing in traditional warrior garb was a high honor. For a fleeting instant, they would transform into the very barbarians that defended Byzantine Emperors and shook the entire Eastern European world to its foundations. Of course, each would still have a Glock 19 holstered under their fur-collared tunics. Their vigilance never slept. Odin and Thor would approve.
By the time Heinlein – now Hansen – settled into his comfortable seat on board the Dassault jet to Stockholm, he was ready to catch a few hours of shut-eye. He had a challenging ordeal ahead of him.
Bariloche
Herr Doktor Professor August Beirling, Special Advisor to OTRAG chaired the meeting at the “Fuhrer’s Lodge” in San Carlos de Bariloche, Argentina. His tone was grave as he addressed the mixed audience of about twenty scientists and financial experts that filled Lodge’s banquet hall. He, of course, spoke German – but simultaneous translations into Spanish and English were streamed through the earpieces everyone wore. The young lions of Bariloche were a much more diverse crowd these days. They were Aryans – but worldly and urbane. Extremely wealthy. Not given to slavish devotion to the “Old Ideas”. In fact, Spanish was their daily language; their German genes were little more than a “laissez-passer” into this exclusive club they called the Bruderschaft Der Schwarzen Sonne (Brotherhood of the Black Sun). A secret Teutonic society that they’d inherited along with their parent’s wealth. But they found the old tales and trappings of the Fuhrer tedious. Their God wasn’t Adolf Hitler; their God was money.
“Gentlemen and Ladies – I will update you on our progress to gain access to a certain biological specimen that has most probably has been acquired by NordPharma and the NordTurFelag organizations….”
Argentinians for years had referred to this geographical district as “New Swabia” or the “Patagonian Nazi Capital” because of its distinctive Austrian architecture and landscape. Thousands of Germans settled here after World War II – and all became managers, engineers and executives of South American subsidiary companies of Mercedes-Benz, Semiens, Bayer, Deutsche Bank, IG Farben, Bosch and BMW. Almost every German company that supplied the Third Reich with weapons and technical support had fully functioning and profitable subsidiaries in Argentina by the time the war ended. Boatloads of German emigres who flocked in from Europe after 1944 were welcomed with open arms. The group of prosperous faces that today filled the “Fuhrer’s Lodge” banquet hall were the cream of South American society – the sons and daughters of WWII Nazis. They were keeping their family flame – and, more importantly, their affluence – alive.
Herr Doktor Beirling continued his address.
“The American Policeman – Heinlein – has taken up with NordPharma and, no doubt, enjoys the protection of their Varangian barbarians. The BratvaRus are assuredly monitoring the situation carefully and keeping the Russian Security Services well-informed on what progress NordPharma’s biologists and virologists are making – if any – dismantling and analyzing the Cryptoid’s remains.
We are soon to make our presence known to them all. I am delighted to say that we have a wake-up call planned for NordPharma. We are not without our own intelligence sources inside their organization.
In the meantime, there has been a most unfortunate breakout of a chemical-biological agent at Morristown Memorial Medical Center in Morristown, New Jersey. At least thirty people are dead, and the entire Emergency Facility is under quarantine by the American Center for Disease Control. It appears that two toddlers were taken to the hospital for emergency care, where their conditions worsened precipitously – resulting in their demise and the infection of about twenty-eight others. The American CDC is keeping a tight lid on information about the incident, but our sources at the NSA tell us that the sick children had been taken to Morristown by an EMS Ambulance from Warren, New Jersey.
Clearly, there must some correlation between the Cryptoid infectious disease vector and the children. The children were taken from a childcare facility near a location where the policeman Heinlein was convinced this so-called Yakwahe monstrosity nested.
Heinlein currently works for NordPharma and has access to their substantial assets, facilities and logistics. It is curious that he chose to side with the NordTurFelag rather than his own country. There must be some reason we’ve yet to discern for this alignment. Money perhaps? Extortion? Our agents are investigating. They are keeping an eye on him.
We are exerting pressure on the United States NSA to allow our ground team to get into the childcare center the children were taken from by the Warren EMS personnel. Clearly something happened at that facility that infected them. Our Unit Commander, Dr. Jurgen Kommersandt will be on the ground in Warren, New Jersey with his team shortly. The NSA has convinced the New Jersey State Police that they will be conducting state-of-the-art tests to help resolve the Level 4 HazMat emergency at Morristown Memorial Hospital. Our “Sub Rosa” examination and mapping of the terrain will guarantee our success.
Once we have secured unquestioned access to the Warren, New Jersey “Gray Rock” passageways the Leni Lenape Indians declared were cursed, we will make preparations to flush out the remaining Cryptoids. We are convinced that these prehistoric freaks are the source of an entirely new and unfathomable bioweapons-generating physiognomy. An entirely new world-destabilizing paradigm awaits us! Cryptoid cellular DNA will be the greatest money-generating ambrosia our organization has ever taken possession of. We estimate future profits to be in the Trillions! We must not miss this chance to completely transform bioweapons science and reap the benefits from our efforts! The secrets of this science – I pledge to you – will remain exclusively ours! A Teutonic mystery cult for the ages! Aryan Alchemy!
Our Aryan Brotherhood will retain absolute scientific control over this project. The Americans will be mollified by inconsequential peripheral involvement. But the Israelis will have to be convinced in the most strident way to back- off. Anticipate violence from them. The Zionists will be welcome to use our synthesized Cryptoid pathogens and biotoxins to ethnically cleanse their Palestinian problem once we decide the price and extent of whatever license we deem appropriate to negotiate with them.
Thank you.”
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