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way was there to strike fear in the hearts of a civilization than to threaten its offspring?  A thrilled tremor quivered through his core as he watched the team’s leader nod her head and order the boy’s death while his mother watched.  The beasts descended and tore the boy’s flesh from his body.  All the while, his mother stood, powerless to help her beloved, and died her first death.  The sound of a final gunshot killed her body.  But her spirit had been killed already.  A second rush of gratification flooded him, a reflexive reaction to the boundless talents of his team and the Hunters. 
    Sadly, their talents were not enough to overtake humanity as a whole.  He had known that from his plan’s inception and had added an additional dimension to his ascension to world domination.  He’d formulated a life-threatening plague. 
    The super-virus he’d created was a genetically tweaked hybrid of both the Anthrax virus and the H5N1 bird flu, but far more contagious than either alone, and far more nefarious.  His deadly virus could pass easily between millions of people at a time, and would wipe out civilization, at least the civilization he had not created.  It would spread quicker than any virologist, geneticist, or epidemiologist would have time to identify it, much less stop it.  It would begin with flu-like symptoms that would rapidly degenerate to pneumonia and respiratory failure.  And the entire process would occur within the duration of the common cold. 
    Terzini chuckled to himself at the notion of eradicating an entire society of people in just three short days.  He thought about how many people within the tragic society he sought to end bowed and prayed each day to a deity that claimed to have created the entire world in seven days.  Such utter nonsense!  They deserved to die for being weak-minded enough to subscribe to drivel as fictional as an entire planet being formed by an unseen, incommunicative figment of their imagination, and in a week, no less.  Fortunately, his virus would remedy their stupidity, for good.
    His virus strain was both the endgame plan for humanity as well as the contingency plan.  Should he be discovered before raising the full might of his legion, should the army or another branch of government unearth his plot, he kept a creation readied for dispatch to a heavily populated major city on the East coast of the United States to release it.  There, the short-lived virus would overtake more than eight-million people, some of them tourists who would transport the illness to their home country, and spread like wildfire until every human being perished.  He took comfort in knowing that if he died or was imprisoned, man would still fall, and at his hand. 
    The upside of his strategy was that he doubted he would be caught.  He’d taken extreme measures to remain obscure, had picked rural towns to overtake, rural towns with few inhabitants.  He’d obtained flu strains through foreign operatives connected to the late Franklin Terzini, but used only his drones to acquire his product.  As far as the world was concerned, he did not exist.  He was a phantom force, much like the deity many feeble-minded humans worshipped, existing behind the scenes, manipulating the present, as well as the future.  That is why his newly selected name was so fitting.  Lord Terzini held the fate of humanity in his hand, and he could not wait to crush it.  And crush it he would.
    He had not released his plague yet, but would in due time.  For now, his teams were gaining control of towns, procuring and safeguarding their breeding ground.  If all went as planned, as he suspected it would, he would grow their numbers in a brief period of time.  Gestation time for impregnated creations was only a third of the standard nine months required to grow a human newborn and maturation rates were roughly ten times faster.  Those grown in development tanks would enjoy an even briefer stint and would