This interview was conducted by Sergeant Tancur Ozbal of the 
Security Service of the Federal Police on May 18, 1997. The 
person being interviewed is Inspector Dmitri Christodoulou of the 
Fiscal Crimes section of the Federal Police, formerly of 
the Security Service.

Int: Can you give me some biographical details to start 
	please.

DC: Certainly. My name is Dmitri Christodoulou, and I was born on July
	17, 1958 in Karlsruhe. I studied law at the University of Tubingen,
	and upon graduating, I joined the financial investigations
	section of the Security Service. I worked in that section for
	12 years, mostly on tracing the funds of various subversive 
	organizations. 

Int: So you were an accountant.

DC: Just because I don't come from as damp a part of the 
	service as you do doesn't mean that I was trapped behind a
	desk. I spent half my career undercover in Madripoor, in
	Laterveria, and in the United States tracing funds while
	working with drug and arms smugglers, and with Xenotech
	smugglers. I may have done accounting, but I also shot 4
	people in the line of duty. 

Int: Er, yes, well...

DC: I was mostly concerned with secret organizations, 
	and how they obtained weaponry. I was closely involved 
	in the investigation that you are now involved in, about 
	the Second Great Fire. 

Int: Can you tell me what happened on April 15, 1997?

DC: I was called away from work tracing the funds of various
	British mutant exile groups, to accompany the head of Black
	Air and one of her creatures to an apartment in Chemnitz,
	where they had located two refugees that they were
	particularly interested in. Two out of 250,000. I was supposed
	to pretend to be an ordinary Kriminalinspector, and to escort
	them to the site. 

Int: Shit.

DC: Many of you admire them, don't you? How they 'cleaned up' Britain,
	and made it great again? It's a load of crap. They're
	excrement, just like the men who hanged my grandfather by his balls
	from a lamp-post in Athens during the war.

Int: They were supposed to be dangerous. Were you afraid?

DC: I wasn't happy about it. I was given some very
	powerful insurance, as it was all part of a trap.

Int: Oh yes?

DC: So I meet them at the Dresden airport, and they're in this
	fucking great Daimler with smoked windows that they've brought
	with them in a plane, so I don't even see them until we get to
	Chemnitz an hour later. 

Int: At the house. 

DC: Yes. 27, Nietzchestrasse.

Int: Did they speak to you?

DC: Yes I asked them for their autographs and they told me to
	fuck off. No, they didn't. They just strode right in, with
	myself and Jo Gildemeister following up in the rear. It was
	quite amusing, cause they'd obviously never been in a place
	like this before. The big guy is striding along like a
	Guardsman on parade, and he takes a fall. Slips on a piece of
	shit and lands on his back in communal shitting corner.

Int: No.  

DC: I almost cracked up myself. The big idiot, Threadgold,
	gets to his feet cursing, with the back of his 3000 mark suit
	totally covered in shit. We got them upstairs without further
	incident, and that horrible bitch tells Threadgold to tell us to
	wait below. She can't tell us herself, we're only the help. So
	we go back downstairs to the van parked across the street and
	watch the whole thing on TV.


Int: You had the place wired? That's hilarious.

DC: No it was not. First Threadgold scans the place with a cheap
	little Kree scanner and totally misses all of our
	nanotech. Then they go over to the mattress and chair in the
	back corner, where Pryde and Wisdom are sleeping. Threadgold takes the
	covers off of Katherine Pryde, who's lying on the mattress
	half naked. She doesn't move, right? So he takes this Kree
	mediscanner and runs it over her, and says "Toxoplasmosis. A
	disease that little kitties get." Then he runs the scanner over
	Wisdom, who's sitting in the chair, and he finds out that the
	guy's liver is fucked, gives him about six months if he was
	dried out immediately, otherwise dead within two weeks. And he
	says they both are HIV positive. Then he goes back to Pryde,
	who's lying there in a coma, he rips off her t-shirt and her
	underwear, and he puts on a condom and latex gloves and he rapes her.

Int: What? 

DC: He raped a 17 year old girl in a coma. How do you feel about your
	heroes now? 

Int: I don't believe it.

DC: Get the tape. Its all there. 

Int: What about Scicluna?

DC: She just watches him. Never takes her eyes off him the whole time,
	never says a thing.

Int: Oh.

DC: When good old Threadgold is finished, he asks her, "What do we
	do with them? Hardly seems worth the effort of killing them."
	So she just smiles, and says not to worry about it, and calls
	a number in Japan on a celphone, and says "Tell Patch his
	little Kitten is at 27 Nietzchestrasse in Chemnitz, third
	floor at the back", and hangs up. They get themselves together and
	then they leave. We go outside to meet them, and as they come
	out, I tell them the name of their pet demon. Before they can
	react, the President of the Bundesbank comes out of the
	house next door, where we have rigged up a silent room, and we
	take them in, where they meet with twenty German, Swiss,
	Belgian, and French bankers and insurance executives. We were
	pressed into remaining, in radio silence, while that bitch and
	her creature were given a detailed message to take to their
	employers, instructing them that they would take part in the Single 
	European Currency on the bankers' terms. It seems that they had
	intended to keep Britain independent, even after half of
	London had been burned to the ground, by bailing out the banks and
	insurance companies using Xavier's money...

Int: What?

DC: Charles Xavier had all of his assets under the management of
	a British lawyer through Moira MacTaggert. He had over 250
	Billion hidden in Switzerland and Madripoor, that he
	raised through selling Shi'ar Xenotech to whoever would buy
	it. When MacTaggert was killed, Black Air seized it all and
	cut off Xavier's American team from its operating
	funds. Without Xavier or the funds, Scicluna had beaten them
	into a corner, and Scott Summers agreed to lay off and leave
	Wagner and Pryde and Sinclair to them if they would release 
	some of the funds.


Int: Oh shit. 

DC: You're not having a very good day, are you?

Int: I can't believe this. 

DC: You may be new, but they wouldn't have you talking to me if you
	didn't have the right security clearance to hear all this. Go
	and look, it's all in the files. You can get the official
	version, or I can tell you what really happened.

Int: There must be an alternative explanation.

DC: There isn't, unless you're delusional. Now you see why I quit. At
	any rate, the bankers told  them to lay off and hand over Xavier's
	accounts or suffer the consequences, and they did. Of course
	neither the bankers nor Black Air bothered to tell Summers or
	the other Americans about this, and by that time half their
	team had broken away and one had committed suicide over the
	whole mess. At any rate, I had to get the shit back to the airport
	in Dresden, but in the car I disobeyed orders and sent the
	local police in to arrest Pryde and Wisdom, to get
	them to a hospital. Ten minutes after that, I was told they
	were both dead. 

Int: You're not saying that we....

DC: We didn't. From the time they were left in that apartment to
	the time that I radioed in was about six hours. During that
	time, someone broke in and stabbed Pryde through the heart,
	three times. Then he took Wisdom into the shitter, which was
	totally blocked with dried shit, and dumped all the booze he
	could find into the mess, to liquefy it. Then he drowned
	Wisdom in the liquefied shit. The medical examiner said that
	he took an hour to die, because the killer kept letting him
	up for air and then beating him up. After he was dead, the
	killer cut the body to pieces with knives. The examiner said
	that he had many earlier knife wounds and contusions on his
	head and genitals, mostly inflicted within the previous six
	months. He said that she had scars on her back and breasts and
	and genitals and anus that had been inflicted about 9 months
	before, and that she had more recent damage to the skin of her
	arms due to slashing with a sharp knife, in addition to the
	needle damage. He said that she had an abcess on her brain from the
	toxoplasmosis that had all but destroyed it. She would
	never have woken up again. 

Int: God. 

DC: God had nothing to do with this. 

Int: Who did, then?

DC: Wisdom and Black Air for the torture to Pryde, Pryde for the
	injuries to Wisdom. As for the deaths, I am reminded of the phrase,
	"we always take care of our own". 

Int: Oh.

DC: At least that's who we think did it. 

Int: Then you paid for Pryde's funeral.

DC: Not quite. I met this woman, Alia Narruddin at the Morgue,
	where I found out more about the dead girl. When I told her
	who I was the poor woman almost died of a heart attack.

Int: Yes, she told me. Remarkable story. Corny line from you,
	though. "We need people like you in the new Germany"

DC: I didn't handle that very well, but I did her right in the
	end. I was so sickened by the whole episode, that I
	transferred out. Prosecuting tax cheats is much more satisfying. 
	At least you know that businessmen are always guilty of something.

Int: So you both paid for the funeral?

DC: Yes, Dr. Narruddin and I. Otherwise they would have cremated
	her. Jews aren't supposed to be cremated.

Int: What did you do with Wisdom?

DC: He got cremated. I went back to the house where she died, which
	was being renovated for the New Middle Class. I found the
	toilet in which he had been drowned and I threw the ashes in and
	flushed it.