A Super Soldier with a Secret

In a bomber jacket and fedora you wander the streets of Peru. You would think the weather would be warm this far south, but these are mountains so the night is cold. you wrap yourself in the leather and use your werewolf shifting to grow your hair a little longer, though not enough to look like anything other than a white man with a beard. You hate hiding your true nature, claiming your great strength came from some "super soldier serum". But it had to be done, no one could know that their Hero was in reality a Monster. You came to this country to find a relic of the past, you stop for a minute and whisper to yourself "Ilsa". She one one of the last of the Lebensborn Breeder women, women genetical modified by the Nazis to act as living incubators able to give birth to quadruplets of quick aging Aryan Psychics. She must be at least forty by now, though you doubt she looks any older than thirty. You need to find her before the Nazis or the Mummy king of the Inca can, lest they start the war up again with an army of 4 year old-twenty year olds (what an odd sentence to think). you have searched the mountain village enough, heading back to the house you rented for the night. When you entered you heard a voice, "what have you found my Yankee noodle?"

there sitting on the couch was your Mate Maria. A French resistance fighter and fellow werewolf you had meet in the forests of the Ardennes. She was sitting on the couch wearing nothing but a blanket. you smile and respond, "it is Yankee Doodle, as silly as it is I am proud of my name. it was earned in battle and blood. I had found a local guide that was paid with gold marked with a swastika. He has agreed to guide us to Ilsa, for more gold of course." she smirched, speaking again "I wonder beloved, you think of this woman so much. Should I be jealous?" You look over her, and momentarily fill your mind with the comparison. Ilsa was a Blond woman made for breeding, with wide behind and a busom that looked like something that would break the back of an ordinary woman. Maria was similarly built, though her breasts were more manageable Cs and her hair was black. you speak again, "no, I do not know her well enough to be interested. and what I do know of her, IE her former employment to a certain Austrian make me sick." she chortles to herself, "Beloved, you need not convince me of disgust. I saw the far away look in your eyes a second ago, you desire her. I understand, I saw her picture. She is...how you say? Built like a Brick House. Truthfully beloved, I think you should...how you say? Play the field more. You have more than proven that you could be pack leader and pack leaders have many wives." she stands up shedding her covering, "Until you find new bride though, I will have to satisfy you."