Three days later.
Colonel Phillips arrived at Bletchley Manor on the outskirts of London with the Howling Commandos and the rest of the Strategic Scientific Reserve.
This had once been the Allied Nations' codebreaking center, specializing in decrypting intercepted German radio transmissions.
At its peak, it had employed as many as six thousand people, including top mathematicians from Oxford and Cambridge.
However, it was perhaps best known for Alan Mathison Turing, who had led the team that cracked Enigma.
He was later honored as the "father of computer science" and was also the proposer of the Turing Test.
Luke, who had met Turing not long ago, had nearly mistaken him for Doctor Strange or Sherlock Holmes.
"I just heard that those Axis Powers bastards excavated biotechnology from an ancient civilization... Primitive people understood science too?"
Colonel Phillips shouted the moment he walked into the office.
Regarding the disastrous retreat of the Soviet Union's forces and the Axis Powers' Aryan Supermen—
The Allied Nations' public explanation was that Berlin had derived a set of utterly inhumane and brutally cruel human-modification techniques from the Spear of Longinus and knowledge left behind by an ancient civilization.
At the very least, that sounded more convincing than extraterrestrial creatures invading Earth in force or an Ancient Egypt Pharaoh leading his people to final victory.
People during World War II had not experienced the Internet age's information explosion. They had yet to develop the iron nerves of future New York City residents, who were unfazed by all manner of aliens and supervillains.
As for Wardun's Blood and the modification project to create Allied Nations Supermen, those remained top-secret intelligence and had not been made public.
Other than the Allied Nations' upper ranks, only Luke, who had participated in it, and Stephanie, who was in charge of