The Chimera Strain

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Thanks to my beta readers. Your feedback was invaluable.

Special thanks to all the active and retired military members who helped with this endeavor. Any mistakes contained herein are entirely mine.

To my family, for bearing with me while I spent so many days and nights working on this novel.

John Frist hurtled to the ground near the Iraqi border at over one hundred miles per hour, his head protected by his Visual Improvement System for Optical Recognition. The VISOR’s electronics quieted the rush of air to a barely audible whistle while his HUD displayed the quickly decrementing altimeter. The C130J Hercules he had jumped from was a quickly moving red dot in the HUD as it disappeared into the night.

Below, his VISOR showed a ghostly overlay of information. The roads were highlighted in yellow, the vehicles in blue, and his main objective, the series of low stone buildings, blazed in red.

He grimaced. In two years, he had gone from soldier to terrorist to guinea pig. The Office of Threat Management had recruited him, experimented on him, and turned him into a technologically enhanced killing machine. He was stronger and faster than before, and his Battlesuit and VISOR were just the beginning. The Implant in his abdomen provided a steady stream of drugs to enhance his musculature, his brain, even painkillers to numb the dull throb from the prosthetic where his left foot had been blown off in an explosion by the terrorist, Abdullah the Bomber.

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