Paul didn’t stop to see what was wrong, he already knew.

It has started. From now he’d be known only as the killer, death, the pale man. He forced back the tears that threatened to blur his vision and climbed into the driver’s seat of his truck.

He’d been planning for this for a while, had hoped it wouldn’t come down to it, but always figured it might.

Damn them! Damn those blasted government hobnobs and their heartless plans and experiments.

If he’d have known, or even guessed…

It was too late now.

Hopefully Anna and her mother would survive but he’d seen the truth. Almost 90 percent of the victims died. Killed by an untreatable virus manufactured by a terrified power system.

The trick had been simple, pull him from the killing fields of Iraq, infect him with the super virus, then send him as humanitarian aid amongst the Iraqi people. Let them die, innocent civilians, and maybe they’d get a few terrorists too.

Until he’d realized and fled. Fled home, and brought the killer with him.