Kjel

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Prologue

The year is 1938 and the germans have just invaded  Norway. The norwegian military fired on the nazi’s in Oslo at 9:36 AM, many norwegians have fled the city for it is becoming a war zone. The norwegians unleash their most powerful soldiers first but one stands out the most. Kjel Henriksen was the soldiers name. Kjel was a norwegian scientist who invented a serum that when injected in the bloodstream boosted the subject’s growth considerably. Much like giving a plant fertilizer. This serum allowed the scientist to create super soldiers too oppose Germany and the axis. He tested the serum on himself before permitting it to the use of any other soldier or human alike.

Kjel grew 7 in. and gained 45 lbs. making him 6 1⁄2 feet tall and weighing in at 300 pounds exactly. Now the tallest person in the military base he was stationed at he gained even more respect than before. This base was nestled inside the mountain range the germans called öde spitzes meaning desolate peaks.

This base contained some of the most advanced scientific technology they had. They had developed things as advanced as teleportation devices. Kjel used the teleportation device he developed to send doses of the serum to other facilities in Norway.

He was frustrated with the amount of serum he was expected to ship out everyday.

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Chapter 1

“Why is this happening?!” raged a frustrated Kjel. “Bam Bam Bam!” resounded throughout the lab as he beat the bolt connected to the teleportation device.  

“Sir? Are you alright?” asked Sverre his young lab assistant. “Crreeeeeecchh!!” went the device as it gave away too Kjels pounding.

“Sir!” exclaimed Sverre worriedly.

“Yes, Sverre?” asked Kjel agitatedly. “You should drink something sir.” suggested Sverre.

“Yes perhaps I should agreed Kjel, who took a bottle of brandy out of his desk and poured himself a glass.

“Very good, sir.” said Sverre somewhat less enthusiastic than before.

“So now that’s finished let started on the new teleporter, I have too get a load shipped out by 5:30 P.M. tody.” said Kjel much less enthusiastically than that of workaholic.

“Yes, sir understood sir.” said Sverre who is often happier working if only it means having something to do especially when one is living in a solitary fortress in the mountains.