Chapter 1 - The Daylight

It was spring of 1949, the United States of America had in war with Germany for the--- pretty quote long, Food resources plummeted across the terriotires of the once great Washington, Alaska had been lost to the Germans long ago in 1947, people had to stand in long lines for a loaf of bread in Manhattan, not to be speaking clearly, that same Manhattan is struck with Luftwaffe planes and strikes most of the time, so food lines arent guarenteed everyday, the American White House stands on wrecks and ruins, the president commands from a lonely mansion in Columbus, because it was the safest city. Or possibly shall I say, because most of the time it is ignored, but it is still struck, often with smaller bombs, Garf Blacksmith, a 27-year old, is a pale young man, he belongs to a middle class in Phoenix. He didnt like working, but to survive he worked as a radio announcer for a small radio startup in Manhattan, in 1943, he was forcibly drafted into military logistics of the United States Army Reserve to help supply ammuniction to the infantry divisions attacking the Germans, he was stationed just far from the grounds of war in Yugoslavia and USSR during the time 1944-1946, in which he earned his promotion to a supply sergeant and chose to be stationed in Mainland U.S after the airstrikes of 1946, he likes working in the mainland comparatively to europe because he didnt have to worry about bullets and mortars, he earned his food from the army ration, usually better than a loaf of bread to survive. He was on his break when the army played the air raid siren, and everybody once again headed to the shelter, nobody knew how many times they had repeated it, people eventually forgot and adjusted to the scene. He was called to the logistical second lieutenant's office, Garf spoke "Sir? Did you need me here.?" The usual tone of inordinate behaviour, because the army was cramped in order due to lack of proper governance. The second lieutenant of logistics, Blackwilton Smith spoke, with a clear tone "The CIA adjutant demands you for a short work, dont worry it will not be that much, plus if you complete your task really good, you may be transferred to CIA." Garf protested "But sir? What if i lose my life in this task?" Blackwilton spoke again "You have to depart to the CIA adjutant office in Columbus from a logistical train at 1830, i hope you dont disappoint us, board from the Northwest of the Manhattan Mayor Office." Garf had no choice but to leave.