INSIDE COVER

In the not too distant future a biological crisis of epic proportions threatens the world. Genetically manufactured creatures, named airwars, attack and kill at random. Attacks on airwars result in the reproductive release of thousands of juveniles, which exponentially increase the airwar population hampering attempts at extermination.

A hastily formed world government, although having captured and sequestered the airwar’s creator, appears more effective in consolidating power than managing the crisis.

Hope emerges when a navy admiral discovers there are individuals born genetically immune to the deadly stings of the creatures. As the immunes struggle to protect humanity, they bemoan escalating governmental control. The admiral dismisses their concerns imploring focus on the creatures not politics. 

There is, though, one key immune with the intelligence and leadership to look beyond the crisis. Consumed with exacting revenge against the airwars’ creator he remains oblivious. As the government unfolds its secret plans to end the crisis the destined future of humanity may well rest on his shoulders.

PROLOGUE

The Immune looked at the four large marine guards standing to either side of the massive metal door bearing the sign RESTRICTED ACCESS. His hand entered the right front pocket of his faded green and brown fatigues. His fingers lightly touched the hilt of the knife. He had shoved the blade through the base of the pocket so the handle wouldn’t show out the top. Not that it mattered. The Pope would more likely be searched upon entering the Vatican than any guard would attempt to confiscate a weapon from The Immune.

Beyond the door, in an empty room, gagged with arms and legs bound to a chair, sat the infamous prisoner, Joseph Sengele, lunatic, unrepentant biogenetic creator of the airwars, whose continuing random attacks on humanity resulted in tens of millions, if not hundreds of millions, of horrific deaths worldwide. In a moment, The Immune would pass through the door and kill Dr. Sengele.

The Immune never killed a man before, but he had dispatched hundreds of Sengele’s creations. Each represented to John a small step to the ultimate goal of Sengele himself. Should the family of deadly sins ever consider an eighth, vengeance would make a fitting brother. Vengeance is a powerful, life-altering emotion, and no one in history could claim more metamorphosis from this sensation than The Immune. At this point, he knew not whether Sengele’s death would alter the fate of the world, but he believed it would provide himself with some peace, certainly a degree of satisfaction. The guards stepped back, and the heavy metal door, straining on its hinges, opened for The Immune.