Stupid Luck and Happenstance, Thread III
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Part 132, Chapter 2265
Chapter Two Thousand Two Hundred Sixty-Five
15th December 1973
Operations Command of the Armed Forces, Near Potsdam, Germany
It had been snowing again when Rook had walked from his car through the gates of the base and to the entrance of the bunker. That had been entirely too far for his liking and the snow had been ankle deep with no one to shovel it off the path. Rook knew better than to complain because what would happen if his words reached the ears of the Hauptmann from bitter experience. He would find himself shoveling snow until he fell over from exhaustion.
They were not allowed to park too close to the bunker complex because it was figured that the American satellites that passed overhead would be able to get a rough estimate of the personnel numbers within the complex. Like if the Amis couldn’t get the same information by counting the cars in the car park. That was what they did with the facility that housed their counterparts in Upstate Massachusetts. The Brass didn’t care though and Rook’s immediate supervisor, Malcolm? He was trying to become a polar explorer. So, Malcolm was pleased as punch trekking through the snow and didn’t listen to Rook’s complaints. He said that it was only few centimeters that will probably melt away before early afternoon.
Rook was grumbling about that as he sat down at his monitor. It was midmorning in Potsdam and the West Coast of America was nine hours behind. That meant that it was still in in the early morning hours and there was little of interest going on. Stitch had set the monitors to the infrared feed and Rook found the odd colors of the images to be somewhat disconcerting. However, being able to see into even the darkest corners was useful.
He had missed the flyover of the Los Angeles Basin and the various military installations there along with the rest of Southern California. There was a Naval Station that they were supposed to be keeping a close eye on and Malcolm had been after them about not abusing Government equipment by looking for things to jerk off to. Rook had not liked that characterization of the off books work they did. There had been several major intelligence finds by their section because Rook and Stitch had looked further afield than just what the Americans inadvertently told the North American Division of the BND about. The landscape of North Texas and Oklahoma looked just as unappealing to Rook in infrared as it did during daylight hours. He found it hard to believe that people actually lived in a place like that, but he could see the heat from the dwellings scattered across the landscape. That and cattle, lots, and lots of cattle. Rook could only imagine how bad that entire region must stink.
There was a military installation south of Dallas, but even the US Army regarded that as a dusty backwater that they used for little more than storage of obsolescent vehicles that were waiting to be shipped off to the foundry or scrapyard. There were a number of places like that in the South-Eastern portion of America. It seemed to Rook that they were mostly named for Confederate Generals and whoever staffed those places must have really angered their superiors or were somehow suspect. He had sent reports of his observations up the chain of command but had never heard those above him thought on the subject. Rook had a hard time reconciling the brightly lit cities on the coasts with the dark interior of America.
As the satellite passed over the Eastern Seaboard, Rook and Stitch did a quick count of the ships of the various Navy Yards to see if there had been any substantial movement. Afterwards they handed off the satellite to the section that handled monitoring locations in Europe, mostly watching what the French and Brits were up to. A second satellite, the one that the section that monitored the Central Pacific was handed off to Rook’s section and he saw now familiar West Coast of California appear on the monitor. Looking at an empty beach and the smoldering remains of a bonfire; Rook saw what must have been quite a party the night before. Looking above the tideline he saw two figures.
“I think I found something interesting” Rook said to Stitch who kicked himself over to Rooks monitor, not bothering to get up from his office chair. “On the beach.”
“I’m always up for a dalliance in the dunes” Stitch said with a snicker as Rook zoomed in. Out of long habit, the others in their section ignored the two of them.
And Rook’s blood went cold as he realized what they were seeing wasn’t what they thought it was and it wasn’t the sort of thing they wanted to see…
“Fuck!” Stitch exclaimed, before calling for Malcolm. They were in way over their heads with this one.
Will Rogers State Beach, Los Angeles
The whole thing was a clusterfuck beyond all comprehension. The Western Los Angeles Division had a whole lot of questions. Like how a Patrol Officer in Central Division had gotten a tip about a murder that had occurred with Officers arriving on the scene before the body was cold.
“I got a call from a connection in the Special Forces community” Ritchie said, as he watched people from the Medical Examiners and men from Robbery Homicide Division examine the body. Normally, that was enough to get his questioners to back off. The Detective from the Hat Squad was not so easily put off.
“And how do we know that this connection isn’t the one who put that body there?” The Detective asked sharply.
“I would say that he has quite an alibi in that he is thousands of miles from here” Ritchie replied, “He told me that one of his people saw it go down and called me.”
“We have a witness?” The Detective asked in disbelief.
“Sort of” Ritchie replied, “There are all sorts of national security problems.”
“What are these people, CIA or something?”
“If they were ours, yes” Ritchie replied, “The problem is that the witnesses are some of theirs, if you know what I mean. Getting a witness statement will be difficult, if not impossible.”
“What the Hell did you just drop into my lap?” The Detective asked, echoing what had been Ritchie’s thoughts as he had driven across town. There was simply no way to explain any of this.
15th December 1973
Operations Command of the Armed Forces, Near Potsdam, Germany
It had been snowing again when Rook had walked from his car through the gates of the base and to the entrance of the bunker. That had been entirely too far for his liking and the snow had been ankle deep with no one to shovel it off the path. Rook knew better than to complain because what would happen if his words reached the ears of the Hauptmann from bitter experience. He would find himself shoveling snow until he fell over from exhaustion.
They were not allowed to park too close to the bunker complex because it was figured that the American satellites that passed overhead would be able to get a rough estimate of the personnel numbers within the complex. Like if the Amis couldn’t get the same information by counting the cars in the car park. That was what they did with the facility that housed their counterparts in Upstate Massachusetts. The Brass didn’t care though and Rook’s immediate supervisor, Malcolm? He was trying to become a polar explorer. So, Malcolm was pleased as punch trekking through the snow and didn’t listen to Rook’s complaints. He said that it was only few centimeters that will probably melt away before early afternoon.
Rook was grumbling about that as he sat down at his monitor. It was midmorning in Potsdam and the West Coast of America was nine hours behind. That meant that it was still in in the early morning hours and there was little of interest going on. Stitch had set the monitors to the infrared feed and Rook found the odd colors of the images to be somewhat disconcerting. However, being able to see into even the darkest corners was useful.
He had missed the flyover of the Los Angeles Basin and the various military installations there along with the rest of Southern California. There was a Naval Station that they were supposed to be keeping a close eye on and Malcolm had been after them about not abusing Government equipment by looking for things to jerk off to. Rook had not liked that characterization of the off books work they did. There had been several major intelligence finds by their section because Rook and Stitch had looked further afield than just what the Americans inadvertently told the North American Division of the BND about. The landscape of North Texas and Oklahoma looked just as unappealing to Rook in infrared as it did during daylight hours. He found it hard to believe that people actually lived in a place like that, but he could see the heat from the dwellings scattered across the landscape. That and cattle, lots, and lots of cattle. Rook could only imagine how bad that entire region must stink.
There was a military installation south of Dallas, but even the US Army regarded that as a dusty backwater that they used for little more than storage of obsolescent vehicles that were waiting to be shipped off to the foundry or scrapyard. There were a number of places like that in the South-Eastern portion of America. It seemed to Rook that they were mostly named for Confederate Generals and whoever staffed those places must have really angered their superiors or were somehow suspect. He had sent reports of his observations up the chain of command but had never heard those above him thought on the subject. Rook had a hard time reconciling the brightly lit cities on the coasts with the dark interior of America.
As the satellite passed over the Eastern Seaboard, Rook and Stitch did a quick count of the ships of the various Navy Yards to see if there had been any substantial movement. Afterwards they handed off the satellite to the section that handled monitoring locations in Europe, mostly watching what the French and Brits were up to. A second satellite, the one that the section that monitored the Central Pacific was handed off to Rook’s section and he saw now familiar West Coast of California appear on the monitor. Looking at an empty beach and the smoldering remains of a bonfire; Rook saw what must have been quite a party the night before. Looking above the tideline he saw two figures.
“I think I found something interesting” Rook said to Stitch who kicked himself over to Rooks monitor, not bothering to get up from his office chair. “On the beach.”
“I’m always up for a dalliance in the dunes” Stitch said with a snicker as Rook zoomed in. Out of long habit, the others in their section ignored the two of them.
And Rook’s blood went cold as he realized what they were seeing wasn’t what they thought it was and it wasn’t the sort of thing they wanted to see…
“Fuck!” Stitch exclaimed, before calling for Malcolm. They were in way over their heads with this one.
Will Rogers State Beach, Los Angeles
The whole thing was a clusterfuck beyond all comprehension. The Western Los Angeles Division had a whole lot of questions. Like how a Patrol Officer in Central Division had gotten a tip about a murder that had occurred with Officers arriving on the scene before the body was cold.
“I got a call from a connection in the Special Forces community” Ritchie said, as he watched people from the Medical Examiners and men from Robbery Homicide Division examine the body. Normally, that was enough to get his questioners to back off. The Detective from the Hat Squad was not so easily put off.
“And how do we know that this connection isn’t the one who put that body there?” The Detective asked sharply.
“I would say that he has quite an alibi in that he is thousands of miles from here” Ritchie replied, “He told me that one of his people saw it go down and called me.”
“We have a witness?” The Detective asked in disbelief.
“Sort of” Ritchie replied, “There are all sorts of national security problems.”
“What are these people, CIA or something?”
“If they were ours, yes” Ritchie replied, “The problem is that the witnesses are some of theirs, if you know what I mean. Getting a witness statement will be difficult, if not impossible.”
“What the Hell did you just drop into my lap?” The Detective asked, echoing what had been Ritchie’s thoughts as he had driven across town. There was simply no way to explain any of this.
Lets hope they had a tape loop to record what their satelite saw.. they then could send the relevant bit to the homicide division.
Problem is, if they do then they could end up igniting a new mini Kraut scare.
"Oh my God, the Germans have satellites that can see in this much detail? Why don't we"?
The decision to tell the Americans about the murder was made rapidly and by someone way above Malcolm's pay grade. The speed of that decision, combined with using Manfred von Mischner to pass on the intel via a backdoor channel, means that the Germans are sending a whole shitload of messages to the US government & intelligence services. To name a few:
1) No matter what our differences may be, we can be civilized about things;
2) You owe us;
3) Yes, our satellites are that good;
4) Don't bother hiding things from us, we can see them;
5) We got this intel to your people on the ground faster than you did;
6) Your people know we did.
1) No matter what our differences may be, we can be civilized about things;
2) You owe us;
3) Yes, our satellites are that good;
4) Don't bother hiding things from us, we can see them;
5) We got this intel to your people on the ground faster than you did;
6) Your people know we did.
While the snubbing of the Americans in this instance is worthy of the Admiral, I think the German inteligence comunity would balck very loud at this.
As this is basicaly admitting that the Germans can watch the USA live...
And that "only" to help with a murder? Colour me suspicious as to what the Germans have that is realy secret...
(maybe the key to Canadas strategic maple syrup stockpile...)
As this is basicaly admitting that the Germans can watch the USA live...
And that "only" to help with a murder? Colour me suspicious as to what the Germans have that is realy secret...
(maybe the key to Canadas strategic maple syrup stockpile...)The problem is that it exposes American capabilities because when the question is asked how do they know that the information is legitimate the answer is we know that it is good because we have about the same capabilities to do the same thing and if we can do it so can they.
The Americans are more dependent on information gathered by satellites ITTL because they have less resources then IOTL as there is no Field Stations in Augsburg, Berlin, Korea, and Sinop among other places.
There are also National Security implications that while an anonymous was received any evidence from the German Reconnaissance satellite is not going to be used in any trial.
The Homicide detectives are going have to work backwards to collect enough evidence to arrest and convict the murderer.
The Germans are not going to turn over any visual recordings from their satellites but they may allow one person from the LAPD who they can trust to go over and view any recordings and only take notes only from the actual murder itself and nothing about of the capability of the satellite itself.
The Americans are more dependent on information gathered by satellites ITTL because they have less resources then IOTL as there is no Field Stations in Augsburg, Berlin, Korea, and Sinop among other places.
There are also National Security implications that while an anonymous was received any evidence from the German Reconnaissance satellite is not going to be used in any trial.
The Homicide detectives are going have to work backwards to collect enough evidence to arrest and convict the murderer.
The Germans are not going to turn over any visual recordings from their satellites but they may allow one person from the LAPD who they can trust to go over and view any recordings and only take notes only from the actual murder itself and nothing about of the capability of the satellite itself.
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The Americans did something similar when they used satellite radar to map aquifers & underground rivers and published them. The secondary purpose of the mission was to let the Soviets know that they couldn't hide their missile silos from American satellites.While the snubbing of the Americans in this instance is worthy of the Admiral, I think the German inteligence comunity would balck very loud at this.
As this is basicaly admitting that the Germans can watch the USA live...
And that "only" to help with a murder? Colour me suspicious as to what the Germans have that is realy secret...
Um, there is a difference between finding aquifers and underground rivers vs. having the resolution to identify that a crime is being / was commited. At least in my opinion... more so as it was done in real time.
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The problem with any live recording from a satelite is speed. A satellite normally goes at 28.800 km/h so having a camera having a longer look at one place means you miss other things.
All the satelites of the USA managed to miss Afghanistan until after Soviet boots were on the ground. Yom Kippur was another example of satellites not being that helpful.
All the satelites of the USA managed to miss Afghanistan until after Soviet boots were on the ground. Yom Kippur was another example of satellites not being that helpful.
By the mid 1980s OTL, US recon satellites could determine a woman's cup size (C cup and up from memory) and identify small arms fire (via ejecting cartridges) from orbit. As TTL is roughly a decade ahead of OTL, I think that's more than enough resolution to spot a murder, but only if the tech is paying attention at the time it happens, which happened to be the case in this most excellent epic. As for troop movements, they're reasonably easy to conceal as exercises until they aren't.
In the early 1980's they checked the early flights of the space shuttles with ground based telescopes to see if they were ok for them to return to earth. They were able to spot tiles missing. This was semi classified knowledge that the Soviets knew about. Both sides figured the others had better eyes in the skies and planned accordingly. I remember reading Aviation Week back then and they were really speculating on what both sides had at the time. Given the tech base is better than IOTL, it would not surprise me they were able to read the print on magazines ITTL.
Murder is one of the most personal crimes there is and the first ones to be looked at as possible suspects are spouses, significant others, affair partners, followed by parents, siblings, and other relatives, then comes friends, and business associates, finally others who the victim may have some sort of relationship with.
At the crime scene itself there should be plenty of physical evidence such as footprints or shoe prints, if the perpetuator is a smoker, then any cigarette then any butts that are near the victim helps enormously.
If the resolution of the satellite is as good as most of us think it is then maybe, then the license plate of the vehicle the victim and the suspect were in was also photographed.
Working backwards finding the evidence against whom ever did the murder after identifying them from the satellite it shouldn't be that hard to convict because most crimes are solved with physical evidence and not by eyewitness testimony.
Ritchie can be in the interrogation room to bluff the suspect into confessing to the murder by saying they have photographic evidence of what happened with Ritchie going step by step of what the suspect did.
At the crime scene itself there should be plenty of physical evidence such as footprints or shoe prints, if the perpetuator is a smoker, then any cigarette then any butts that are near the victim helps enormously.
If the resolution of the satellite is as good as most of us think it is then maybe, then the license plate of the vehicle the victim and the suspect were in was also photographed.
Working backwards finding the evidence against whom ever did the murder after identifying them from the satellite it shouldn't be that hard to convict because most crimes are solved with physical evidence and not by eyewitness testimony.
Ritchie can be in the interrogation room to bluff the suspect into confessing to the murder by saying they have photographic evidence of what happened with Ritchie going step by step of what the suspect did.
Part 133, Chapter 2266
Chapter Two Thousand Two Hundred Sixty-Six
24th December 1973
Plänterwald
It was complicated. That was the only way to describe the situation that Sigi found herself in. While she and Jay would have liked to have gone back to Spain or somewhere further afield, they now had André, or Andy after Jay’s father, in tow and the State had something of an interest in her staying in Germany, for now. It was just as well that Jay had landed some work for UFA, an Anglo-German production that would be a regular paycheck for the next several months.
Sigi’s son was subject to a vast amount of interest to the Medical and Scientific communities of Germany though he was only a couple months old. This was entirely because Sigi had been into Outer-Space and to the surface of the Moon. She had told the Doctors and Scientists that she would tell them if Andy developed any super-powers. She had been sarcastic when she had said that, but the experts had looked at her with looks of wide-eyed expectation. These were little boys who loved comic books decades later, seeing the possibility that their fantasies might be real. That had been when Sigi had sent them packing and had headed out to Winter Residence for the Holiday Season at her nephew’s invitation. The people who had been bothering her wouldn’t dare come anywhere near there.
All of that aside, Charlotte said that there was nothing about Andy that was out of the ordinary. Like all babies he had a profound amount of potential, but what became of that was up to Sigi and Jay, or despite them. Charlotte seemed to find that thought amusing. Judging by Nella and Nan, Charlotte’s own teenaged daughters, she was probably a good authority in that matter.
Tempelhof
Padding down the stairs on bare feet with Sprocket at her heels, Sophie made her way to the formal dining room and the kitchen beyond in what had become a Christmas tradition of sorts. Petia was holding her usual court in the kitchen. She was starting to feel her years and was having to defer more and more of the household responsibilities to Julia and Serhiy. With the rest of the house asleep, they were cheerfully playing cards and talking before they would retire for the night themselves.
Sophie’s failure to sleep tonight had nothing to do with anxiety like in years past, after so many years it was obvious that Kat wasn’t going to throw her out. Instead, it was because every part of her body ached. Asking for Kat’s help in being physically ready to ride competitively in the springtime had turned out to be a mistake. It had turned out that it was the same training if she were going to meet KSK women’s standards and because Kat was taking time out of her day to help her, it wasn’t as if Sophie could just tell her that she had changed her mind. So, Sophie went downstairs feeling like she had endured a beating with the hope that Petia might have something to help her sleep. She certainly had in the past.
When she opened the door to the Kitchen, no one seemed too surprised to see Sophie. “We could use you to set a watch Sofiya” Petia said.
“I doubt that” Sophie replied, trying to pretend that she had not done this many times before.
Darya just smirked at her.
Petia’s granddaughter’s role in the household had shifted over the years since Sophie had lived here. She had originally been a Maid as she had gone to University. Recently, Darya had completed her degree in Economics and Kat had taken her on in that capacity. The Prefect of a Major City with millions of residents needing all the assistance she could get wasn’t in the least bit surprising.
“Yet here you are” Serhiy said, the Ukrainian Cook had seldom spoke to Sophie in the past. Mostly, she had watched as he and Petia had argued over culinary choices. Most of the disagreements had been over minor matters and Sophie had heard it suggested that they mostly boiled down to the idea that he was using the kitchen which Petia considered her domain.
“Ever ask for help you regretted?” Sophie asked, trying to change the subject to something besides her presence.
That earned Sophie a round of laughter.
“Kitten regrets asking Tigress how to use her claws?” Boris asked, “What did you think would happen?”
“I asked Kat for something else” Sophie replied, pointedly ignoring that Boris had just called her a kitten. All of them had to be aware of the exercise room that Kat maintained in the basement. For the last couple weeks, she had been dragging Sophie through that torturous regime.
“It gets easier” Petia observed, “Kiki and Gia got what they needed and moved on to other things. They also spent plenty of time complaining about Katya being a slavedriver.”
“I never said that Kat was a slavedriver” Sophie said.
“You will” Petia replied as she poured hot milk into a cup that already had a mixture powdered chocolate and cinnamon in it before she handed it to Sophie. Sophie was also aware that it was spiked with some of Serhiy’s vodka. “Now drink that and back up to bed with you.”
“Why the rush?” Sophie asked.
“You have grown too big and heavy for Boris to carry upstairs to your room like in years past” Petia said, actually that solved several mysteries.
“The Tigress gets upset if we are too festive going up to the top floor” Boris said, “And after last summer’s bloodbath we don’t want any more incidents.”
Sophie had been drinking the hot chocolate and had been unable to respond. She had suspected that something had happened over the summer, but no one had said what. Petia gave Boris a stern look suggesting that he had just spoken out of turn.
“Back to bed” Petia said to Sophie, “Now.”
24th December 1973
Plänterwald
It was complicated. That was the only way to describe the situation that Sigi found herself in. While she and Jay would have liked to have gone back to Spain or somewhere further afield, they now had André, or Andy after Jay’s father, in tow and the State had something of an interest in her staying in Germany, for now. It was just as well that Jay had landed some work for UFA, an Anglo-German production that would be a regular paycheck for the next several months.
Sigi’s son was subject to a vast amount of interest to the Medical and Scientific communities of Germany though he was only a couple months old. This was entirely because Sigi had been into Outer-Space and to the surface of the Moon. She had told the Doctors and Scientists that she would tell them if Andy developed any super-powers. She had been sarcastic when she had said that, but the experts had looked at her with looks of wide-eyed expectation. These were little boys who loved comic books decades later, seeing the possibility that their fantasies might be real. That had been when Sigi had sent them packing and had headed out to Winter Residence for the Holiday Season at her nephew’s invitation. The people who had been bothering her wouldn’t dare come anywhere near there.
All of that aside, Charlotte said that there was nothing about Andy that was out of the ordinary. Like all babies he had a profound amount of potential, but what became of that was up to Sigi and Jay, or despite them. Charlotte seemed to find that thought amusing. Judging by Nella and Nan, Charlotte’s own teenaged daughters, she was probably a good authority in that matter.
Tempelhof
Padding down the stairs on bare feet with Sprocket at her heels, Sophie made her way to the formal dining room and the kitchen beyond in what had become a Christmas tradition of sorts. Petia was holding her usual court in the kitchen. She was starting to feel her years and was having to defer more and more of the household responsibilities to Julia and Serhiy. With the rest of the house asleep, they were cheerfully playing cards and talking before they would retire for the night themselves.
Sophie’s failure to sleep tonight had nothing to do with anxiety like in years past, after so many years it was obvious that Kat wasn’t going to throw her out. Instead, it was because every part of her body ached. Asking for Kat’s help in being physically ready to ride competitively in the springtime had turned out to be a mistake. It had turned out that it was the same training if she were going to meet KSK women’s standards and because Kat was taking time out of her day to help her, it wasn’t as if Sophie could just tell her that she had changed her mind. So, Sophie went downstairs feeling like she had endured a beating with the hope that Petia might have something to help her sleep. She certainly had in the past.
When she opened the door to the Kitchen, no one seemed too surprised to see Sophie. “We could use you to set a watch Sofiya” Petia said.
“I doubt that” Sophie replied, trying to pretend that she had not done this many times before.
Darya just smirked at her.
Petia’s granddaughter’s role in the household had shifted over the years since Sophie had lived here. She had originally been a Maid as she had gone to University. Recently, Darya had completed her degree in Economics and Kat had taken her on in that capacity. The Prefect of a Major City with millions of residents needing all the assistance she could get wasn’t in the least bit surprising.
“Yet here you are” Serhiy said, the Ukrainian Cook had seldom spoke to Sophie in the past. Mostly, she had watched as he and Petia had argued over culinary choices. Most of the disagreements had been over minor matters and Sophie had heard it suggested that they mostly boiled down to the idea that he was using the kitchen which Petia considered her domain.
“Ever ask for help you regretted?” Sophie asked, trying to change the subject to something besides her presence.
That earned Sophie a round of laughter.
“Kitten regrets asking Tigress how to use her claws?” Boris asked, “What did you think would happen?”
“I asked Kat for something else” Sophie replied, pointedly ignoring that Boris had just called her a kitten. All of them had to be aware of the exercise room that Kat maintained in the basement. For the last couple weeks, she had been dragging Sophie through that torturous regime.
“It gets easier” Petia observed, “Kiki and Gia got what they needed and moved on to other things. They also spent plenty of time complaining about Katya being a slavedriver.”
“I never said that Kat was a slavedriver” Sophie said.
“You will” Petia replied as she poured hot milk into a cup that already had a mixture powdered chocolate and cinnamon in it before she handed it to Sophie. Sophie was also aware that it was spiked with some of Serhiy’s vodka. “Now drink that and back up to bed with you.”
“Why the rush?” Sophie asked.
“You have grown too big and heavy for Boris to carry upstairs to your room like in years past” Petia said, actually that solved several mysteries.
“The Tigress gets upset if we are too festive going up to the top floor” Boris said, “And after last summer’s bloodbath we don’t want any more incidents.”
Sophie had been drinking the hot chocolate and had been unable to respond. She had suspected that something had happened over the summer, but no one had said what. Petia gave Boris a stern look suggesting that he had just spoken out of turn.
“Back to bed” Petia said to Sophie, “Now.”
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There may be a major cultural butterfly with the creation of Superman by two Jewish-Americans comic book creators Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster and who were partially inspired by the rise of Adolf Hitler and the Nazi Party in Germany to create a hero to oppose them.
Of course this was the era of the superhero comics and Superman still could have been created but without the early subtle anti-Nazi subtext.
Gia in the first timeline, then Kiki in the second timeline, and now Sophie in the third timeline has found out the hard way when you ask Kat for help she goes all out to fulfill that request, what is needed is to be better communication to others to warn them what happens when you ask Kat for help in getting trained for something physical.
Kira had to learn that lesson twice. First, when she realised that Kat was doing exactly what she had asked her to do. Second, when Kiki went berserker on her.