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ISBN-10: 1-55404-309-3
Genre: Suspense/Thriller/Science Fiction
eBook Length: 372 Pages
Published: December 2005

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?A human specific bioweapon can kill most of the population of a city before it even knows itís under attack, leaving the physical infrastructure virtually intact. In rural areas it can destroy human life while leaving crops and livestock untouched, uninfectious. Thrown into chaos, the remaining population can easily be overtaken by a small, lightly equipped military force. Relatively unskilled labour will take an additional few weeks to decontaminate an infected area of human casualties, leaving it ready for immediate habitation by an enemyís population,? explained USAMRIIDís Colonel Susan Broadwater in an emergency briefing to government agents in Quantico, 1995.

So begins an investigation into a credible threat; that a bioweapon was about to be tested on an unsuspecting human population. This aim of this attack was not to kill large numbers of people, nor was it an act of terrorism or warfare. It was an outdoor experiment, a demonstration designed to alert government authorities that their extraordinary apathy towards bioweapons had made the West highly vulnerable. It was meant as a warning.

Special Agent Joshua McCabe had avoided the family business all of his life. His parents, and now his brother, chased epidemics around the world like hurricane watchers or big game fishermen eagerly pursuing the illusive Big One. But there was no escaping it when his old boss, the head of the FBIís Behavioral Science Unit, killed himself in order to protect the conspiracy.

As an ex-BSU profiler, McCabe knew that his personal demons made him as much of a burden as an asset to the investigation. They could ill-afford to bring on board a civilian with even more emotional baggage. But Jordan Spinner, an Australian scientist working on contract to the FBI as a teaching pathologist, was a vital member of the team?not just because of her background in virology, but because she most definitely was not part of the conspiracy. McCabe would need that, for in this investigation your best friend could betray you and your enemy was a microbe less than five microns in diameter.

Chimera (Excerpt)

From Dr. Nathaniel Sturgess? Journal
0300hrs Monday 18th December 1995

?I?d forgotten that yesterday was Sunday. Christian religion played little if any part in the weekly gathering of the villagers; it was just an excuse to dress up and go singing.

?The village is quiet. Not a peaceful quiet, but one of infinite loneliness, infinite?emptiness. Taedium vitae, it is the hour of the wolf, come to take away the souls of the dead?and the damned?for am I not damned?

?A perpetual sickly, orange haze shrouds everything; the light from Hellís gateway is just a short distance away. Here at its portals, rivers of blood filled with a billion silent demons lie in wait for me. I need only remove my mask to let them in.?
He turned to consider the obscene patterns of bloody rainwater and mud that covered the clinicís floor. In the dim light, the liquid pulsated and glowed with an oily, even attractive luminescence.

íSee how they beckon, as the cleansing, cold fire beckons?? he wrote. ?Inviting me, insisting I join the others in a macabre dance of death. Let us in, they call, as the warm blood runs along the floor and pools at my feet.

?I am not a religious man and therefore I cannot take solace in a Greater Purpose. Nor can I blame an Old Testament God, or cry out, demanding why He spared me alone to bear witness to His judgment. How can I not believe in God when I have come face to face with Evil? Because this evil was spawned not from any fallen angel, any God of the underworld, but mortal man. We do not need to create metaphysical evils when greater ones are born of flesh and blood.

?Ninety nine point eight percent of all mammals that walked this planet are now extinct. In our hubris, humanity views itself the penultimate exception, yet our monoculture, so ecologists say, virtually assures a fate preordained by evolution. We build ships hoping to reach other worlds, other life-forms, while secretly gorging on the darker fruits of knowledge, birthing Promethean monsters destined to destroy us long before our star consumes us in its inevitable conflagration.

?I have reached for my mask a dozen times since my last patient died, knowing that the disease, having passed through human hosts, has only grown stronger. It may even have fed on the genes of other viruses, building itself into something so virulent that death might accept me in hours, not days. But to my shame I cling to life.

?In my cowardice, I fear learning that this grotesque insanity has reached beyond my singular hell. Why did the helicopters and patrol boat not come? Is it because this outbreak, this?attack was not an isolated event? Have nations retaliated and unleashed the final act of suicide; a nuclear war? I?m not sorry the earthquake severed my contact with the outside world. While I remain isolated, uncommunicative, I can cling to the delusion that the world I left just days ago remains intact, blissfully unaware that sentience is an evolutionary failure.?