for his performance as a CIA reports officer, a job that had required him to collect information from multiple intelligence sources, identify connections, and formulate the “big picture” for complex intelligence-gathering environments.
Being a single man in his mid-twenties at the time, he hadn’t hesitated to commit to the Omniscients. Now, in his late forties, he knew he’d made the right choice. Every day was filled with intrigue and excitement sans the danger that came with being a CIA operative.
Since the inception of their secretive organization at the end of World War II, there had always been 8 to 12 active Omnis, where active meant alive. Omnis didn’t know each other’s identities. Their finished works, referred to as monographs, were identified on their covers by a title, the date of completion of the project, and the date of induction of the particular Omni who had authored it. The names of the Omnis were omitted to maintain anonymity. The oldest induction date of an Omni that Daniel had come across was 5-12-1945.
Omnis were well-compensated, but the job came with drawbacks, the most difficult of which for Daniel was being forbidden to travel outside the contiguous 48 states. As a former CIA operative, this limitation was stifling. But the excitement of the job made up for it. The information to which he had access was better than traveling anywhere in the world. But that same information sometimes had negative effects. He’d had many sleepless nights in the past twenty years; in some cases it was a thrilling conundrum that had kept him awake. Other times he’d learned something so deeply disturbing that he’d been afraid to close his eyes.
Before his recent reassignment, he’d been researching a project called Red Wraith that was classified as black top-secret – meaning it was a crime to admit that it existed. It was the most frightening of all of the 18 assignments he’d had during his employ as an Omni. It made his dreams so unsettling that any sleep he was able to manage during those nine months had been ineffective. At the end, he’d been so sleep deprived that he’d become physically ill. One morning he’d dozed off at the wheel on the drive to work and ended up in a ditch.
Red Wraith was a continuation by the American government of an ancient Nazi project called Red Falcon . The Nazis had started the sinister program sometime before World War II. The timing, in relation to the Holocaust, had made him prickle with suspicion.
The Holocaust had been the perfect landscape for Red Falcon. Too perfect. The nature of the hideous actions carried out as part of the operation weaved seamlessly with those that had occurred in the concentration camps under the guise of medical experiments. Red Falcon and the Holocaust were connected, and Daniel was unable to determine which had started first. His gut told him that Red Falcon was the origin – it was the reason for the Holocaust. But he had no proof.
The horrible tortures inflicted upon concentration camp prisoners in Auschwitz, Treblinka, and others had been well known to the public for decades. However, the motives for these experiments had been written off as medical research for the benefit of the Nazi war effort. There was an enormous volume of documentation on the experiments themselves, as well as written communications between the scientists, the SS, and Hitler himself. But there were informational voids and inconsistencies that made the whole picture just not sit right with him.
The Red Falcon files were riddled with references to an undefined term: separation. Phrases such as “we’ve seen marginal evidence of separation” or “progress towards our goal of achieving separation” had appeared sporadically in the documents without explanation. The Nazis had not succeeded in obtaining separation, whatever it was, but that was the underlying objective, and, by extension, the goal of the American Red Wraith project.
The documents