Chương 109: 109. Changing small things
The U.S President of the time, Franklin D. Roosevelt wanted to be prepared for war. So he asked Alexander to start a secret branch for scientific advancement which could help protect the country.
So Alexander formed the STRATEGIC SCIENTIFIC RESERVE. Colonel Chester Phillips was recommended by the president so he made the guy deputy director. Because Howard was already dabbling in weapons manufacturing, Alexander brought him on board too.
From there on, they started their various projects. In 1938, Alexander was sent on a mission to search and rescue of a scientist named Abraham Erskine.
Alexander was probably the only such high ranking officer who still went on field missions. He was famous for his extreme fitness as well. Dobby was always where Alexander was. The giant elf couldn't sit in peace when Alexander was having fun infiltrating an enemy base.
Alexander found Abraham Erskine trying to run away from Nazi Germany and safely extracted him to the United States. After that, he did some thorough check-ups and included him in his SSR.
...
1939, White House, Washington DC.
In a secure room, Major General Alexander, Colonel Phillips, Howard, Colonel Dobby, Erskine, and President Roosevelt were sitting. The president was sitting in his wheelchair.
"Gentleman, I have asked you to be here because I had a thought after reading the reports from Dr. Erskine. He reported about this Obergruppenführer Johann Schmidt injecting the imperfect super-soldier serum. That the man may have lost his human features but still has gained super strength. I worry that this threat will become much bigger than Hitler's. General, I want you to start our own super-soldier program. So that when the time comes, we can end this war." President Roosevelt spoke.
"Dr. Erskine, can I count on you to help us in this time of war?" Alexander asked.
"Yes, I'd be glad. Schmidt must be stopped." Dr. Erskine agreed.
"Okay, then. I will initiate the project rebirth. Colonel Phillips will be in charge of the selection process for suitable candidates. While I help Dr. Erskine in perfecting the serum. Howard will work on creating whatever hardware we'll need. Colonel Dobby will work on making sure that everything is kept a secret." Alexander informed.
"Perfect, just the reason you are considered the best general in the USA. Quick and precise. However, I have received a request from the British Special Operations Executive, after all, they are fighting at the front lines. They also had a hand in getting Dr. Erskine out of Schmidt's prison. General, you already know her. It's Agent Margaret Elizabeth Carter." The president read her full name from a file in front of him.
"Colonel Phillips, she will be working under you." Alexander gave his order.
"Yes, Sir." Colonel Phillips sternly replied. The man was 63 years old. Older than Alexander if the record was to be believed. But he also respected Alexander as his commanding officer.
"Alright, then. Meeting Dismissed," president said and everyone started leaving. Except for Alexander.
When only he and the president were left, he spoke. "Well, how are you Roosy?"
"*Sigh* this war will be the death of me. I don't know how long I'll be able to keep us out of it." He said while looking at the sky out of the window.
"Well, today or tomorrow, we will have to enter. Nazis are a threat to the world. Even if they somehow take over the whole of Europe, they won't sit quietly. Their ambitions are big. Now I'm hearing that the Japanese are also going to shake hands with them. The war is yet to reach its peak, Roosy," Alexander stated.
"And I am afraid you are right, my friend. The war has just begun. This is why I am counting on this project."
"Don't worry, the project doesn't matter. I'll personally lead the war if I have to and I can promise that we will win." Alexander declared.
"Haha... Sometimes your optimism scares me. But then I remember all your deeds. I am seriously confused if you are lucky or just that good at everything." Roosevelt laughed.
"Haha... I'd say it's a mix of both. Otherwise, how would I have been able to make a Polio cure?" Alexander calmly said.
"Yes... Wait, what? You developed a cure?" Roosevelt excitedly asked.
"Haha... Yes, but it's still in the experimental stage. I have brought an injection with me though. If you agree, I can administer it. You will at least be able to walk again." Alexander offered. Roosevelt did not just have Polio. He had other diseases too, which were the main cause of his death. Alexander was just giving the man an opportunity to experience the joy of walking again before his time comes.
"Do it. I am already a cripple. What worse can happen"
"Haha... Okay then, take out your ass," Alexander laughed.
He then administered the injection.
"It will take at least a week to show the effects. When you start feeling like you can walk, don't get up. Your legs are very weak. You will need to start eating a special diet and exercise your legs while sitting. In about two weeks you'll be able to walk and in a month, run." Alexander wrote down some supplements prescription on a paper.
When he went to give it to Roosevelt, the man suddenly grabbed his arm. "Thank you, Alex. I will never forget this debt."
"There are no debts in true friendship. Now, I'll take my leave. Unlike you, I don't get to sit around all day long," Alexander joked and left the room.
Roosevelt smiled and decided that someday he would return this favor somehow. He looked forward to the day he'd walk again and make news headlines. What better way to publicize than a miracle?
...
Camp Lehigh, New Jersey.
A military base was created from scratch and it would only be used by the Strategic Scientific Reserve. Alexander had included 10 of his Seraphs(elves) from Nevaeh Legion.
Alexander had decided to change the Wolf's Sword name as it didn't fit with each word. Instead, he renamed them to what their status was. They live in his own world which is kind of like heaven. They are his purest and most faithful followers as well. So he gave them the rank of Seraphs in his small heaven. And called the 1000 of them Nevaeh Legion (Heaven in reverse is Nevaeh).
The 10 elves were given ranks from Captain to Major. Their job was to gather intelligence about everything. They would work in the army and tag all the people working for Hydra or any other power.
...
Stark Expo, New York
Howard was busy showing off his new flying car. Alexander had told him to change the super thrusters but the boy had gotten overconfident. So he let him humiliate himself.
He was at the military enrollment camp. Waiting for a skinny boy.
After waiting for an hour, he did see the boy standing in front of the soldiers' photo frame. The poor lad wasn't tall enough.
"What's your name, son?" He asked.
The boy hurriedly turned around and saw the broad and tall Alexander in uniform. He got nervous and stood at attention like he was already a soldier.
"Steven Grant Rogers, sir" he spoke.
"At ease, son. So, you want to be a soldier? Why?" Alexander asked.
"I want to do something, sir. Men are fighting the Nazis and I want to help."
"So you will kill Nazis?" Alexander asked, checking out his stature.
"I will learn, sir," Steve firmly replied.
"Haha... Alright, we already got big ones, let's see what change a small one like you can bring. Take this and show it to your medical examiner. Good luck, son. We will hopefully see each other again." Alexander said, giving him a card and was about to walk away but another boy came.
"Steve, come on..." He suddenly noticed the old man with stars on shoulder besides Steve.
"Bucky Barnes, 107TH INFANTRY REGIMENT, sir" Bucky stiffly introduced himself.
"At ease. Good luck in the war." He wished and left.
After Alexander had gone away, Steve and Bucky relaxed.
"What's a Major General doing here in a recruitment center?" Steve asked.
"Steve, how could you not recognize him? He's the Major General Universe. The war hero." Bucky excitedly said.
"What? But he doesn't look so old." Steve said.
"Well, they say that he trains his body a lot to keep himself in the best shape. He's the only Major General still active in the ground fighting, you know. Everyone wishes to fight alongside him someday," Bucky dreamily spoke.
"Yes, and they should," Steve muttered with a newfound motivation in his heart and sternness in his eyes.
"Are you sure you're gonna do it?" Bucky asked.
"Yes, it's the right thing to do. I should go now. Take care, Bucky" Steve gave a hug.
"All the best, Steve" Bucky wished and ran to his girls.
Steve took a long sigh and walked into the assessment hall. In the hope that one day he'd really get to fight alongside his role model.
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