PILLSBURY or The White Spot Death

Chapter 1.- Sunday in the Park with Death

On August 29, 2027, Dr. Nehemiah Pillsbury was sitting on a bench in Piedmont Park. He'd been invited two days before by an organization whose name he didn't know, via a colleague, a german descendant named Dieter Stern. Dr. Stern was pleased by Pillsbury's work, so he contacted the aforementioned group in issue, which was eager to hear from him. Stern then informed Pillsbury about this, telling him that the group would be willing to pay him a large sum in exchange for sharing his knowledge. Pillsbury was not thinking about money, even when his salary at the Loeffler Institute of Virology was insufficient to fund the trip to Europe he had long planned with his second wife and children. He had another motivation, so he decided to attend the meeting.

At 2:30 p.m., two males stepped out of a Volkswagen Atlas. They were both tall and blonde, the same biotype as Stern; when they neared Nehemiah, they looked like they were about to collapse on him.

— Dr. Pillsbury?

Nehemiah Pillsbury stood up, but he still had to look up to respond to those two guys.

— I am.

— Would you come with us, please?

The doctor compared the scene to one of those movies in which a character gets into a car by strangers to be never seen again, but he didn't care. He grabbed his briefcase and sat on the Atlas's back seat. After half an hour of travel, in which no one said a single word, they arrived at a good-looking house, guarded by a man with similar characteristics to those of the driver's.

—Has everyone already gathered? — inquired the driver.

—Yes, sergeant — replied the guard.

Pillsbury was stunned by the use of military ranks. The guys were not wearing uniforms, but they possessed the required bearing to be elite members. There was no reason to believe they were members of the United States Armed Forces. This group had to be something else, something different and perhaps scary.

His concerns were confirmed as he entered the house. The ground-floor main area, which was adorned with excellent European furniture, included a sideboard with easily identifiable items because of the swastika some of them showed off in its design. Aside from the coins, medals, buckles, sleeve patches, and other trinkets, there was a magnifying glass that, according to the label next to it, belonged to the Führer himself. The original object was discovered in Argentina in 2017, however it was replaced by a duplicate due to dishonest maneuvers by officials in that country. However, a photograph of Hitler wearing it remained in the South American country, leading everyone to believe that the imitation was the genuine article.

— Come this way, please — the man they called "sergeant" invited.

Pillsbury entered a second room that appeared to be a conference hall. Everything was clearer then: there was a Nazi flag on one of the walls and a photo of the Führer above the table's head. On one side of the room hung a grandfather clock built of solid wood that resembled the one seen in the Berghof mansion prior to the Allied pillage. Four more people were there, some of them wearing a uniform whose colors had nothing to do with the Americans.

The session began when one of the uniformed officers, a man around 40 years old, instructed everyone to have seats. Pillsbury was fully aware of the situation, but he had little alternative except to wait and see what it was going to happen.

—Blood brothers, the person we have invited has something that we have waited for a long time. As we all know, Jews are no longer the primary threat as they were last century. In modern times, negroes, supported by the media in the hands of homosexuals and politicians who see them as easily controllable elements, have unleashed a wave of terror that we are about to...