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Authors: Derek Gunn
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take on the vampires,” he continued, and people shouted
their agreement. “The effects of the serum are merely conjecture at
this point and we should not threaten our families on the guesswork
of a man who is more used to dispensing cold remedies than
investigating complex biological viruses.”
Pat Smyth began to rise, his balding pate now as red
as his cheeks as anger flushed through him. Sandra knew what Regan
was trying to do and knew that he was baiting Smith, hoping that he
would lose control. Regan knew that Pat was impetuous and could
never hope to win against him, especially when Regan spoke the
truth. She placed a hand on Smith’s arm and kept him in his seat
with surprising strength. Nothing he said would get through today.
They had lost this battle by seriously underestimating their
opponent. Today’s performance had laid down a marker and she
resolved to make sure that next time they would be better
prepared.
The election was in three days but the result would
be a foregone conclusion as word of today’s meeting got around.
They would have to come up with something fast if they were to
survive. Regan’s demented ambition for power would tear the
community apart and the resulting fallout would see the death of
millions as the serum began to kill those still enslaved to its
effects. They had to do something this year or there would be no
world left to save.
Regan was well aware that Pat’s findings were not
conjecture; he had seen the evidence Pat had presented. The
evidence was beyond doubt. In fact, the committee had shielded the
community from the stark reality of the horrible death that waited
for all those still taking the serum. The children would die first
and the pain that each child would experience as their blood
vessels burst and their organs swelled and shut down one by one was
deemed too terrifying for those who still had relatives in other
states who might still be alive. Regan’s callousness in revealing
this secret in order to discredit the committee worried her. It
rocked her to her very core that such a man could command such
power in their community and she felt nausea sweep over her as she
staggered from the room. Behind her the crowd still chanted his
name as if he were their savior.
Chapter 5
The smoke drew them like a beacon. They had tried
repeatedly to raise Bertrand since they had seen the first sign of
smoke on the horizon but only static answered them. Something was
wrong and cold fear spread through Captain William Carter with
every mile. He was responsible for this area, and that
responsibility brought with it power and prestige. However, when
there was trouble, it could also bring about quick and violent
retribution at the hands of the vampires. The supplies in Bertrand
were critical to the cabal’s survival as both a bargaining tool and
as the critical supplies they would need to fuel an invasion, if
negotiations broke down.
Command in Von Kruger’s thralls guard was hard to
achieve and even harder to keep hold of in times of relative peace.
Those above you ruthlessly guarded themselves and those below
constantly tried to find a weak chink they could use to topple you.
This constant threat of attack from all sides allowed little time
for anything else but self-preservation. While it was true that
Carter had been forced by his commanders to place such large
quantities of fuel in Bertrand, ostensibly to make it easier to
supply their spearhead, should they invade. But it had been his own
decision to set up his headquarters in nearby Niles instead of the
small backwater town. He had left a large complement of soldiers in
Bertrand, of course, but Niles had far more comforts both in flesh
and food supplies and he had pandered to those comforts. This would
be his undoing if anything had happened to the supplies. He watched
the smoke spiraling up into the otherwise cobalt sky and wished
fervently that some fool had merely blown himself up. The huge
trails of smoke on the
their agreement. “The effects of the serum are merely conjecture at
this point and we should not threaten our families on the guesswork
of a man who is more used to dispensing cold remedies than
investigating complex biological viruses.”
Pat Smyth began to rise, his balding pate now as red
as his cheeks as anger flushed through him. Sandra knew what Regan
was trying to do and knew that he was baiting Smith, hoping that he
would lose control. Regan knew that Pat was impetuous and could
never hope to win against him, especially when Regan spoke the
truth. She placed a hand on Smith’s arm and kept him in his seat
with surprising strength. Nothing he said would get through today.
They had lost this battle by seriously underestimating their
opponent. Today’s performance had laid down a marker and she
resolved to make sure that next time they would be better
prepared.
The election was in three days but the result would
be a foregone conclusion as word of today’s meeting got around.
They would have to come up with something fast if they were to
survive. Regan’s demented ambition for power would tear the
community apart and the resulting fallout would see the death of
millions as the serum began to kill those still enslaved to its
effects. They had to do something this year or there would be no
world left to save.
Regan was well aware that Pat’s findings were not
conjecture; he had seen the evidence Pat had presented. The
evidence was beyond doubt. In fact, the committee had shielded the
community from the stark reality of the horrible death that waited
for all those still taking the serum. The children would die first
and the pain that each child would experience as their blood
vessels burst and their organs swelled and shut down one by one was
deemed too terrifying for those who still had relatives in other
states who might still be alive. Regan’s callousness in revealing
this secret in order to discredit the committee worried her. It
rocked her to her very core that such a man could command such
power in their community and she felt nausea sweep over her as she
staggered from the room. Behind her the crowd still chanted his
name as if he were their savior.
Chapter 5
The smoke drew them like a beacon. They had tried
repeatedly to raise Bertrand since they had seen the first sign of
smoke on the horizon but only static answered them. Something was
wrong and cold fear spread through Captain William Carter with
every mile. He was responsible for this area, and that
responsibility brought with it power and prestige. However, when
there was trouble, it could also bring about quick and violent
retribution at the hands of the vampires. The supplies in Bertrand
were critical to the cabal’s survival as both a bargaining tool and
as the critical supplies they would need to fuel an invasion, if
negotiations broke down.
Command in Von Kruger’s thralls guard was hard to
achieve and even harder to keep hold of in times of relative peace.
Those above you ruthlessly guarded themselves and those below
constantly tried to find a weak chink they could use to topple you.
This constant threat of attack from all sides allowed little time
for anything else but self-preservation. While it was true that
Carter had been forced by his commanders to place such large
quantities of fuel in Bertrand, ostensibly to make it easier to
supply their spearhead, should they invade. But it had been his own
decision to set up his headquarters in nearby Niles instead of the
small backwater town. He had left a large complement of soldiers in
Bertrand, of course, but Niles had far more comforts both in flesh
and food supplies and he had pandered to those comforts. This would
be his undoing if anything had happened to the supplies. He watched
the smoke spiraling up into the otherwise cobalt sky and wished
fervently that some fool had merely blown himself up. The huge
trails of smoke on the
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