The Dragon Factory, by Maberry
- ISBN: 9780312382490 | 0312382499
- Cover: Paperback
- Copyright: 3/2/2010
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Joe Ledger and the DMS (Department of Military Sciences) go up against two competing groups of geneticists. One side is creating exotic transgenic monsters and genetically enhanced mercenary armies; the other is using 21st century technology to continue the Nazi Master Race program begun by Josef Mengele. Both sides want to see the DMS destroyed, and they've drawn first blood. Neither side is prepared for Joe Ledger as he leads Echo Team to war under a black flag. PROLOGUE (1) ONE WEEK AGO Otto Wirths was the second worst mass murderer in the history of the world. Compared to him Hitler, Stalin, Attila the Hun and even Alexander the Great were amateurs, poseurs who could not hold a candle to Otto and his body count. Only one person was worse. Cyrus Jakoby. That wasn't his real name, and in a way he had no real name. Like Otto, Cyrus was a freak. Like Otto, Cyrus was a monster. A week ago I'd never even heard of them. Almost no one had. A week ago they were on no watch lists, they were not sought by any world governments, their names were not muttered in hateful curses or angry prayers by a single person on planet earth. Yet together they had done more harm than anyone. Together they had very quietly slaughtered tens of millions. Tens of millions. At night, when they sat down to their dinner they did not dwell on past accomplishments. A champion athlete doesn't dwell on the preliminaries. To them it was always what was coming next. What was coming soon. One week ago, seven days before I even heard of them, Otto Wirths placed a large digital clock on the wall above the elaborate workstation where he and Cyrus spent much of their waking hours. The clock was set to tick off seconds and minutes. Otto adjusted it to read 10,080. Ten thousand and eighty minutes. One hundred and sixty eight hours. Seven days. One week. After he pressed the start button, Otto and Cyrus clinked glasses of Perrier-Jouet, which--at over six thousand dollars a bottle--was the world's most expensive champagne. They sipped the bubbles and smiled and watched the first sixty seconds tick away, and then the next sixty. The Extinction Clock had begun. (2) NOW I crouched in the dark. I was bleeding and something inside was broken. Maybe something inside my head, too. The door was barred. I had three bullets left. Three bullets and a knife. The pounding on the door was like thunder.