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sister is,” General said.
    The worst of her anger tempered, she considered General’s statement. “You’re probably right about that. Maybe we can work this in our favor.”
    “Let’s find out where they are and test a hoard on them.”
    She shot a heated look at General. “Not until we take my sister and Laura.”
    “Without Laura and Max, we have no need to worry.”
    “There will be others with immunity. Knowing what made her a survivor will help if anyone else comes up with a cure. We need a way around it. Once we have their location we’ll send Carlton in, see if he can take out Reed and Gonsalves on his own.”
    “And if he can’t?”
    Doc sighed and shoved her hair behind her ears. “Then, and only then, I’ll consider the undead hoard.”
    * * * *
    The cabin had become too crowded. Inside, Laura Swift slept while Max worked. Outside, the four super soldiers kept watch. Gabe had taken the southern flank. The sun had sunk behind the mountain peaks, casting long shadows from the fir trees. His engineered eyesight would quickly adapt, making his vision keen in the coming darkness.
    He couldn’t keep his thoughts off of Amelia. Her toned physique had fit beneath him perfectly. He’d be able to take her as he wanted without worry she’d be injured, a concern with a civilian woman. Always a big man, his modifications made him even stronger, and Amelia would have the endurance...
    He shut his eyes and blew out a breath before opening them to the sky. And Amelia had wanted it, responding eagerly to his kiss and touch. He groaned and adjusted his hard-on, what a sweet torture.
    Back at the cabin Max had treated Amelia’s injury, using butterfly bandages to close the wound. He knew from experience she wouldn’t feel the pain now, having those nerve receptors dulled had been a blessing in some respects. A super soldier could push harder and farther even with a mortal wound.
    Night animals shifted through the dried aspen leaves and fir needles littering the ground. He inhaled the clean mountain air, letting it cleanse his lungs after spending too much time in congested cities. He hadn’t felt this amount of freedom in a long time. Being cooped up for weeks on end with a client in hotels, luxury cars, and homes tested his sanity at times. Always being on high alert wore him down. Despite the bad feeling he couldn’t shake, tonight would be uneventful. If Gonsalves had brought a tail, they would have made themselves known by now. Gabe could rest up and enjoy a quiet night of solitude while plotting his next move on Amelia.
    * * * *
    Amelia paced a small trek back and forth. From her position facing east she watched the night sky swallow what remained of the colorful Colorado sunset. Her shoes crunched the footing beneath and she cringed...that was exactly the reason she preferred to be barefoot on missions. Growing up in a rural area of upstate New York, she’d looked forward to long barefoot and carefree summers. The soles of her feet had toughened up over the years, and given the choice she’d never wear shoes if weather permitted. It kept her in touch with those untroubled days of early youth.
    She’d lost her parents to a boating accident when she was fifteen and her older sister to drugs a few years later. A sad tale and one she kept close. Amelia wasn’t one to share her life story. She’d worked hard in school, keeping her grades up, had entered the Air Force, and later college. When she was approached to be part of Project Terminal she’d jumped at the chance, but she hadn’t known its true direction.
    Undead now roamed parts of Texas, Mississippi, and Louisiana, and if not stopped the virus could spread through the US, and the world. Already a few news reports had leaked out about ravenous people ripping others to shreds. The ‘zombie attacks’ had later been explained away by government officials as the unfortunate effects of a new illegal drug on the streets. Though the government had backed