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next was even worse.
    As one, the corpses froze. Thousands of bodies all at once. Then they began a slow orderly walk towards the massive black pyramid. He sped up the footage, watching as they marched like ants towards the base of that structure. An army of the dead in neat, even rows. Waiting, but for what?
    It was time to alert the Old Man. He swiped to his contacts and tapped the connect button next to the Old Man’s dour picture. The tablet beeped twice and then went to voice mail. Mark checked the time. 3 am. Mohn would have picked up, unless he was on a call. Who could the Old Man be talking to?
    Mark logged into the admin panel, delving down into the call logs. Odd. The Old Man had placed six calls to London in the last four hours. Who the hell was he talking to in the middle of the night? The London facility was small and held little tactical value right now. The woman in charge there wasn’t even a top-level executive. In fact, Margery probably knew less about what was happening in her own city than Mark did. So why would Mohn be calling there?

Chapter 4- The Dead Rule

    The dead ruled Cajamarca. Blair gazed down at the moonlit city from his perch atop the steeple. The church sat midway up a hill at the city’s edge, looking down on a sea of churches, skyscrapers and homes. Not a single street light or friendly glow from a residential neighborhood could be found. Whether the people had lost power when the second wave hit or were merely trying to hide, no one seemed willing to advertise their presence with so much as a flashlight.  
    Yet they were down there. He could smell a dozen competing scents, all tinged with fear. There were survivors and they’d wisely chosen to hunker down and wait for help to arrive. Blair was that help.  
    “Look, down there by that grocery store,” Liz said, materializing next to him. Her copper hair was bound in a tight ponytail and she wore a pair of black yoga pants with a matching jacket. Simple night camouflage. “Something moved in that window.”
    “You know, I hate it when you do that,” Blair said, eyeing her sidelong. She’d taken to using a new trick the Mother had shown her. Something she called shadow riding. That usually meant she was lurking in his shadow. Literally. “It could have been a zombie. Or a pet.”
    “Maybe, but it’s worth a look,” Liz replied. She turned to face a neighboring apartment building, beckoning.  
    A figure blurred into view, crossing the distance between them in three quick hops. A tall man in a black t-shirt and dark canvas pants landed on the roof below them, his blonde hair covered by a tactical helmet with a glass visor. He cradled an assault rifle in his arms, scanning the darkness for threats. Part of Blair still panicked at the sight of Commander Jordan, memories of fleeing Mohn’s chief executioner still fresh in his mind. No. That had all changed.  
    The Commander was on their side now. He’d risen just a few hours after the Mother had torn him apart, a blonde werewolf a good six inches taller than Blair’s silver form. Not that Jordan wore his bestial form often. The soldier definitely preferred conventional weaponry to claws, but he seemed just as effective without them. They could use their increased strength and speed while in human form, and Jordan utilized both with terrifying lethality.
    “Sit rep?” Jordan asked, all business. Blair still didn’t trust him. It was hard trusting a man who’d blown up houses to hunt you down.
    “Movement down there in the grocery store. Blair and I will check it out. I want you and Bridget to wait here,” Liz ordered. Blair was amazed at how easily command came to her now. She’d already adopted the Mother’s doctrine of the Ka-Ken being the battlefield commanders. The role fit her.
    “We can do that,” Bridget said, emerging from the shadows behind Jordan. She was comically short beside him, though those roles would reverse if she shifted. Bridget wore the same black