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was like most viruses, it could be years or never before something happened.
    If they thought they were going to create ultimate soldiers with it, he figured the chances of treatment were probably next to nothing.
    That didn’t mean they couldn’t find someone in say, Brazil to do something for them.  They had plenty of doctors and willing patients in South America.  And there was opportunity for them to find work as mercenaries or security if they had to stay.
    The chances that the military was looking for them were good.  They’d probably set up a nationwide manhunt for their escapees.  Florida was too obvious, as was the Caribbean and anywhere in that area.  It was too much to hope they’d gotten what they’d needed from them in the months they’d been there and that they were just going to let them go without a fight.
    Worse than being experimented on had been the final realization that they weren’t trying to cure them, that they were trying to isolate the virus and replicate it to produce more monsters like they’d become.
    He’d been pissed beyond belief that they would want to unleash something like this on the world.  Or onto another soldier.
    As much as he might want to stop them, they were badly outmatched and outgunned.  And he was pretty sure they’d continue to work on their experiments with or without them.  It was just that now they had to worry about cleaning up evidence in case anyone discovered what they’d been doing to innocent people.
    No, it was better to try and pass themselves off somewhere else and start a new life.  Everything they’d ever known and loved was lost to them now.  They couldn’t go back to their homes and previous lives without putting them in danger.
    Zach was just glad none of them had children to leave behind.  He wasn’t sure he’d be able to go on if that was the case.  At least for himself.  He couldn’t say for certainty how anyone else would feel about it.
    Their first change was a distant, bloody memory.  All he could really recall was pain and rage.  He could remember being pelted with bullets and water filling his lungs, but that was about it.  When he’d first realized he should be dead, that holes littered his body but were closed and healing, that was when he knew he would never be the same again.
    Shock and horror had prevented him from escaping at first, along with that hope that the government cared about their soldiers and were honestly trying to treat them.
    He’d gone on with that hope for far too long.  Long enough to give them too much power and ammunition against them.
    Going public was not an option.  The reaction to them could go favorably, which was unlikely, or they would be right back where they started from—imprisoned, experimented on, and finally exterminated.  More than likely people would just think they were insane…until they saw them change.  Fear was a huge motivating factor for most people, and he knew the human race well enough to know that they killed what made them afraid.
    Shaking his head at the morbid turn of his thoughts, he focused on the task at hand, trying to find them a new home.  Lucas finally got up and headed down to the engine room to check the fuel levels and reserves.
    Dante took the wheel, peering out into the darkness beyond.  “How’s it look?  Any way to get home?”
    “It’s not safe.  We might not ever go home again.  Those days are over,” Zach said, looking up.
    “I think we all figured as much,” Dante said.  “It’s hard not to hold onto that hope, you know.”
    “I know.  But we’re all big boys here.  We knew when we escaped, if we managed to live, we weren’t going back home.  Let’s gather on the deck and discuss the what’s available to us.”
    They left the woman below, sleeping.  He didn’t want to have to worry about her distracting his men.  They needed their heads about them.  It was hard enough that they’d all gone through a change and were no