Chapter 6: The Black Sun Conspiracy

Back in Berlin, Nathaniel sat across from Dr. Falk in a dimly lit interrogation room. The air was thick with the stale scent of cigarette smoke and tension. Falk, despite his capture, looked more like a man attending a business meeting than a prisoner of war. His hands were folded neatly on the table, and a slight smile played on his lips.

"So, Captain Harper," Falk began, his voice smooth and unbothered. "Before we get into the details of Project Black Sun, let me ask you something. How far are you willing to go for the truth about your father?"

Nathaniel kept his expression neutral, though inside, the question burned. "You're not in a position to ask questions, Dr. Falk. You're going to tell me everything—starting with what my father was doing in Germany before he died."

Falk chuckled softly. "Of course, you want to know. But I think you already suspect the answer. Samuel Harper wasn't just gathering intelligence for the Allies. He was part of something much larger—something that transcended national borders and ideologies."

Nathaniel's eyes narrowed. "Project Black Sun."

Falk's smile widened slightly. "Ah, you've heard of it. Good. That will save us some time. But what you don't know is that your father was one of the original architects of the project."

Nathaniel's breath caught. His father? Involved in a top-secret Nazi project? It didn't make sense. His father had been a patriot, a man of science. He would never have willingly collaborated with the Nazis.

Falk continued, clearly enjoying Nathaniel's inner turmoil. "Project Black Sun was the brainchild of a small group of physicists and occultists who believed that they could harness a new form of energy—an energy source that would have given the Nazis a weapon more powerful than anything the world had ever seen."

Nathaniel's pulse quickened. "You're talking about nuclear weapons?"

Falk shook his head. "No, no. Nuclear weapons are crude, primitive even, compared to what we were working on. Project Black Sun was focused on something far more advanced: a theoretical form of energy that could manipulate time and space itself. Your father was brought in because of his expertise in quantum physics. He understood the mathematical principles better than anyone else."

Nathaniel felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. This was madness. How could his father, a man of reason and science, have been involved in something so fantastical, so dangerous?

"Why would my father agree to work on something like that?" Nathaniel asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Falk leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming. "Because he believed it would end the war. He thought that if the Allies could control this new technology, they could stop the bloodshed once and for all. But things didn't go as planned. The experiments went too far, too fast. There were… unintended consequences."

Nathaniel felt a knot form in his stomach. "What kind of consequences?"

Falk's smile faded, replaced by a more serious expression. "Your father was trying to sabotage the project from the inside. He knew the risks. He tried to stop it, but it was too late. The final experiment—the one that led to his death—was the culmination of everything we had worked on. And it failed spectacularly."

Nathaniel clenched his fists, his anger rising. "You're lying. My father wouldn't have been involved in something so reckless."

Falk shrugged. "Believe what you want, Captain. But the truth is, your father was a hero, in his own way. He tried to stop us. And he paid the price for it."

For a long moment, the room was silent. Nathaniel's mind raced, trying to process everything Falk had just revealed. His father had been part of a secret Nazi project—one that had the potential to reshape the world. And now, Falk was claiming that his father had died trying to sabotage it.

"What happened to the project after my father's death?" Nathaniel asked, his voice steady but strained.

Falk sighed, as if bored by the question. "The project was officially shut down after the experiment failed. But not all of the research was destroyed. Some of it was smuggled out—by me, among others. That's why you're here, Captain. Your government wants what I know. The Soviets want it too. And I have no doubt they'll stop at nothing to get it."

Nathaniel felt a sinking sensation in his gut. If Falk's research still existed, it could be the key to unlocking a power the world wasn't ready for—a power that could spark a new kind of war, one even more devastating than the last.