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  THE

  QUIXOTIC

  FACTION

  T. D. Kohler

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  Prologue

  1948

  19 Orogonon Circle Dodge Pond Road,

  Orogonon, Maine

  July 25, 0937 hours

  Leaning against a large oak and glass wine cabinet, a well dress man shakes his glass just to hear the ice rattle. “Mr. Washington, how long did you say you have been working with him?”

  “Not long, only about eighteen months now.” William feels the new mortar between the grey and black rocks of the walls. “Mr. Sharaf, it is scientist’s dream to be on the forefront of an amazing discovery. Please, if you are doing a biography on Dr. Reich, call me Bill.”

  “If you call me Myron.” He smiles, as a bulletin from the Menninger Clinic catches his attention from the table-top. He slides a sheet of paper away to reveal the complete title: “The Strange Case of Wilhelm Reich—The man who blames both neuroses and cancer on unsatisfactory sexual activities.” Myron tires to stifle a laugh.

  “Mildred Brady, she was not forthright in telling him she was writing for the FDA, and she took everything about his research completely out of context. Which is why I am relaying my distrust in having someone do a biography on him, nothing personal.”

  “I assure you, Bill, no offense taken. I will be forthright in every aspect. Although now I think about it, Orgone, Orogonon, both do seem to be named after the elusive orgasm.” Guilty laughter fills the room as Myron looks back down at the circled areas on the article. “Fraud of the first magnitude—the FDA suspected a sexual racket of some kind.” Myron raises an eyebrow. “Forefront of an amazing discovery?”

  “Yeah, well, I am not going to say there are no perks in his studies; however, I will tell you that he is on the verge of something world changing.” The doorbell rings from the front entrance interrupting the build-up he was shooting for. “Well, Myron, looks like I am saved by the bell.”

  “Quite literally.” Myron nods.

  Two well-dressed men in black suits stand in front of an older man with disheveled grey hair and a distinguished, grey moustache. Bill stretches out his hand and tries to ignore the brooding men. “Doctor, we have been expecting you, please come in, my name is William Washington, assistant to Dr. Wilhelm Reich.”

  The two men escorting the doctor scan the tree line surrounding the house before they allow him to enter. The gentlemen continue to survey the dark, rich wood paneling and the burgundy painted walls. As they make into the grand room, the three come to an abrupt stop.

  “Dis is quite remarkable.” The older doctor nods as he looks at the bookshelves that surround the room.

  Bill gestures to a set of glass doors that lead to the backyard. “Doctor Reich is out back with Mister Neill, a friend of his. He will be honored you have made it to Maine to meet with him.”

  The aged doctor gives Bill a subtle nod. His escorts block the exit. The doctor raises a hand. “Gentlemen, vee are guests in a colleague’s home. I do not believe, dat dare ist any danger here.” The escorts remain silent, but back away.

  * * *

  Dr. Wilhelm Reich’s hair is blown over his right shoulder despite the lack of breeze. From the edge of the yard, he points to the scenic view of Rangeley Lake. “Orgone energy ist filtered from the lake through nature’s curve of the mountains und ist collected in the receptors I placed on the roof.”

  “Doctor, how do you know this?”

  “Mein friend, the evidence ist everywhere. Tell me, when you stand here and look out to the lake, do you not feel alive?”

  “I do, the view is truly breathtaking; but, I hardly see that as scientific evidence.”

  “Ah, but you have witnessed the accumulators fill up with this energy. You cannot simply create something from nothing. Zare ist energy all around us.”

  “That would be accurate to the atomic level.”

  The gentlemen turn to see the older doctor make his way down the slope of the yard. Dr. Reich claps. “Dr. Einstein! I am honored, that you could make it!”

  Dr. Einstein makes his way next to the gentlemen and looks out across to the lake. “The honor ist mein, Dr. Reich. I have to agree the view is truly remarkable.”

  “Vee are men of science, let’s not stand on formalities. Please call me Vilhelm.”

  Nodding his head, Dr. Einstein reaches his hand out. “Relax, Mister Neill, breathe in this energy.” He smiled. “Doctor Reichs, any friend of a colleague is a friend of mine.”

  “Dr. Einstein, I have read all your work.” He quickly looks at Dr. Reichs then back down at his feet, “well most of your work—I read the article in Times magazine.”

  Dr. Einstein straightens up as he looks back out to the lake. “Zo, you say that it ist this orgone energy, I am feeling right now.”

  “It ist true, although much like Christopher Columbus, vere he did not discover America but merely discovered the shoreline, I’ve only discovered za shoreline of zee possibilities. If ve can harness, za spectrum of dis energy, dare ist no telling, vut ve can do.”

  Dr. Einstein rubs his chin. “You say dare is, a spectrum. Dis energy, it is not a constant?”

  “Dare ist not a formula for it. It ist, not dissimilar to frequencies of light and za color zat correlates.”

  “I never could get into Psychology.”

  “It ist, more den zat. Okay, let’s take blue. Za color blue ist supposed to calm you, can even make you sad. However, ven you look at a fresh bloom of Lilacs, do you not feel alive?” Dr. Reichs studies Dr. Einstein’s expressions. “Yet, ven you cut za flowers, color does not change; however, za blooms do not give you za same feelings ven you look at dem. As a matter of fact, your mood vill worsen the longer you look at dem. In zat brief moment, you have felt a spectrum of orgone energy.” Noting the stoic expression on Dr. Einstein’s face and posture, Dr. Reichs takes a deep breath. “Let’s try another approach, vu vill gain more insight. Red, ven you see field of roses, vut do you feel?”

  “Love, happiness, even possibly elation.”

  Trying to contain his excitement, Dr. Reich rubs his hands together. “Precisely, now ist za color zat gave you za varm feelings? If you vere to see a wall of giant splashes paint of the same, identical color. Vould you feel the same? Za answer ist no. You vould experience anger und, even aggression. So, if it ist not za color zat causes zat, ven vut?”

  “You say that, zee explanation vould be, this orgone energy.”

  “If atoms make up everything, za energy zat zey sit in, is orgone energy. Orgone energy is za life energy itself, it even exists vere zare appears to be no life. Ist just waiting to be woke up. I call zat DOR or dead orgone or
“stagnant” orgone. It simply needs to awaken. Ist za gateway to life. Yet, I have not discovered za endless capabilities and abilities of za bion particle. But vie have I asked you here? Because the bion particle ist radioactive. Und you have, zom experience vit radiation.”

  “Atomic energy, the discovery of it, vas a mistake. It exists, ve’ve seen the power it has. Ve cannot put it back in the za box now. If this bion particle can…”

  “Vat dis bion particle can do is revolutionize physics. Dis vould be a bombshell zu physics!” Dr. Reichs interrupts trying to contain his excitement. “Ist in fact the very cosmic energy itself. I’ve even cure cancer.”

  Dr. Einstein takes in a sharp breath as his thoughts are cut short and raises his eyebrows as he looks at Dr. Reichs. “Are you now suggesting that you have discovered za cure for cancer?”

  Waving his hands, Dr. Reichs waves his hands. “No, no, no. Vell, I am not saying zat completely. But the bion particle zat makes up orgone energy has cured some cancer.”

  “Zare is a man that could help you. But you must understand, zis concept cannot be shown to the public.” Tapping the underside of his chin, Dr. Einstein turns and faces the lake, before clasping his hands behind his back. “Zee information must be kept secret.”

  “Albert! Za vorld needs to learn about it.”

  “Vilhelm, you must understand, at least for now. A Mister. Douglas, Lew Douglas, vill be able to explain it better.”

  Dr. Reichs paced, “I asked you to come here zo I can show you, vut zis discovery can do. And perhaps you vould vant to help me.”

  “I vorked with Nikolas Tesla in 1943, a vor effort project. Ve were looking to use his technology to allow American ships to go undetected. That did not go so vell, it had tragic results. My apologies mein freund, but I am not sure I can assist vith anyone yet.”

  “Zen, let us go in and have a drink. You must be tired from the walk.”

  Dr. Einstein nods and points a finger in the air, “I was, but now that I am here, looking out onto the lake, I feel recovered. Perhaps zare really ist, something with your discovery. However, dis energy, like all energy, has the capacity to be very dangerous.”

  The Quixotic Faction

  2015

  Banque Societe Generale de International,

  Katy, TX

  July 17, 1539 hours

  Temperature and humidity reach record indexes in the town of Katy, Texas. Heat waves coming off the street and cars make everything look as if it is melting. Outside Banque Societe Generale de International Bank a gentleman wearing a three-piece suit gets out of his brown 1969 Cadillac Deville and assesses the surrounding area. Scratching his chin just under his beard, he adjusts his sunglasses and walks into the bank.

  The air conditioning washes over him as his skin ripples with goosebumps, giving him the feeling he is about to walk through a portal into a different world. The bank door closes behind him, shutting out the melting world. Without drawing attention to himself, he takes a deep breath then locks the doors. Turning to count the customers and employees as he sets his briefcase on one of the counters. Sliding a front panel on it, he reveals a series of computerized controls. Taking a moment, he adjusts the ear pieces to his MP3 player while scanning the customers again. After another deep breath, he reaches to the thumb locks, turning the dials. The briefcase emits silent, but high levels of radio and electromagnetic energy.

  Watching a short man with an impressive moustache in front of him fill out a banking slip, he observes his facial expressions. The man starts to furl his brow showing signs of anger. Making a few more adjustments to the thumb dials, the customer’s expression shifts as if he is experiencing pleasure. The stranger whispers to himself, “This is going to be interesting.” Satisfied, he turns away from the briefcase, checks his watch, and walks to take his place in line.

  Across the bank, a large man accidentally bumps into a woman with large hips. The woman glances up and their eyes meet, and for an instant, there is an immediate attraction. The couple smile as the middle-aged woman reaches up and caresses the man’s cheek. He drops the paperwork he was holding and wraps his arms around her in an intense embrace. The couple kiss as if nobody is around. The stranger notes the passion and a fleeting smile forms and quickly vanishes.

  To his right, he notices a motherly woman reaching out to caress the young skin on the woman in front of her. The younger lady looks down and follows the strange hand as it draws her in, she turns and acknowledges the older woman. A faint smile forms as the girl reaches up and gently grazes the nape of the motherly figure. Her hand moves down and cups the larger breasts of the older woman. Dropping her large purse, the woman takes the younger one’s cheeks in her hands and draws them closer as they begin to kiss. Another fleeting smile forms on the stranger’s face again and disappears.

  All around him, the bank’s customers and employee’s attention to each other escalate as the interior scene of the bank takes on a semblance of a Roman bathhouse. Satisfied, he makes his way to the counter stepping over some bodies as he moves to the door to the right of the tellers. Knocking, a pair of semi-dressed employees open the door. As he enters, the employees continue and no longer acknowledge the stranger. Making his way to a vault room, he searches some of the employees’ clothing that was being strewn about, until he finds a key ring of magnetic key cards. Holding them up, he stares at a particular smaller, older safe.

  Throwing the key cards aside, he continues to search the piles of clothing. Inside the lapel of a woman’s jacket he unpins a smaller set of two keys. He unlocks part of the safe. Realizing that the safe requires a combination. He looks back at the half-dressed bodies writhing about, tilting his head, he tries to figure out who would have it. Walking over to a woman who has a man pinned to a wall, he taps her shoulder and points to the safe. The woman, without releasing the object of her desire, points to an open door. When he gets to the doorway he sees three men paying particular attention a larger woman.

  Knocking on the door, the stranger gets the attention of the large woman. Cupping his fingers, the stranger beckons the woman to come with him. She gets up and gently touches the jaws of each of the men. When she reaches the door, she looks back at the men to see that have redirected their passion towards each other.

  Remaining speechless, she smiles and directs a gleam of bliss at the stranger. He directs her towards the safe. After she works the combination and opens the safe, she hastily makes her way back to the three men in her office.

  The stranger pulls out a metal tray holding two, cylinder shaped objects. He picks one up to examine the peculiar bone shape to them. Testing the weight as he lifts them up and down, their light weight surprises him. Running his other hand over the smooth texture, he notices the strange picture glyphs and other markings that resemble cave writings. He removes his suit jacket, revealing a backpack. He takes a moment to admire the bone-like objects one last time before placing them inside the bag.

  * * *

  Outside, a police radio blares: “Two-one-one-five silent alarm, robbery in progress.” More vehicles pull up as two officers approach the bank doors, trying to see if they can get a visual on the situation. When they reach the door, they see a woman pressed against it, fully nude. It’s apparent to the officers that the woman is being willfully ravaged from behind. They look at each other with disbelief trying not to laugh. They lower their weapons, trying not to laugh, they walk back to their chief.

  “Chavez, Green! What the hell is happening?” A seasoned officer with stars on his collar yells out.

  Officer Chavez, takes the lead. “Chief, I am not sure how to say this…”

  Officer Green, jumps in. “Chief, I, um, we, ummm…”

  Chavez puts his hand out, stopping the younger officer. “Chief, there’s a full-blown orgy going on in there. I would tell you what we saw, but we are, at least I am, trying to unsee what we saw.”

  The other officers start to laugh. Chavez turns to his friends. “I admit it’s funny; but, yo
u don’t have to go and pray to Santa Maria, so you can look at your wife with a straight face.”

  A Fighting off a “A what? Okay, okay,” the chief calls out, trying not to smile. “I suppose since it would appear that nobody is in danger of getting hurt, we can just wait it out.” Picking up a radio handset, “Emily, Daniels, stay alert back there. We are going to wait this out and see who decides to leave the bank.”

  “Sir, we are not going to breach into the bank?”

  “No, Emily, we are not. We are going to be patient on this one. Place all officers on standby.”

  Putting the handset down, the chief turns back to several other uniformed officers on the periphery. “Take a low-profile gentleman; let’s get some of these cars out of here.”

  He points to a young officer. “Jared, we’ll stay here.” Pointing to Officers Green and Chavez he tells them, “As well as you two, since you have already seen what’s happening in there. The rest of you get out of here before the media arrives and blows this out of proportion.”

  The remaining officers moan and groan as they get back in their cars to drive away.

  The radio sparks up again, “Emily, Daniels, we are taking a low profile on this; park so not to draw attention to yourselves and wait to see if anyone tries to leave.”

  “Copy that, Chief.”

  Just then the stranger walks out of the bank carrying the briefcase, the backpack remains hidden under the suit jacket. Realizing the police are there he casually reopens the panel of the briefcase.

  Chavez nods towards the bank entrance. “Chief, I believe he is who we are looking for.”

  “Shit.” Pushing on Officer Chavez’s shoulder and drawing his own weapon the chief yells out, “You two get over there!” He draws down on the stranger. “Put down the briefcase and put your hands up!”