Madd and the cousins fight on despite the long odds against them. The orchestrators of the holocaust that would be used to end the world as people knew it were monsters by anyone's definition. No doubt about it. Unfortunately, being ethically bankrupt and evil in most people's eyes didn't prevent them from being consummate planners. Being cold hearted, with their only criteria total global domination, actually worked in their favor. Having no conscience allowed them to contemplate any and all methods no matter how heinous to accomplish their goals.

For Lukas and the men that followed him, the small compact dirty bombs smuggled across the US southern border on the backs of illegals was just the beginning of the groups nightmare. In the past when Lukas and his group faced bad food, bad water and really bad odds on some foreign battlefield, some black ops mission, there had always been the security blanked of the USA. No matter how beat up his group found themselves at the end of their covert assignments they could head home for some R&R. At home they could lick their wounds, resupply and regroup. That option had been ripped from them...

Todd was bleeding, but he wasn't really hurt. Just some blood running down his face. Alvin got a gauze pad, taped it on, and in seconds the bleeding slowed. As soon as Ray was inside the room and out of sight, Cassi and Margie were pouring out rounds to keep their attackers from getting too close. Todd looked around and said, "How we doing, Alvin?" "Not too good. We are pinned down by at least 8 to 9 guys. You lost some blood and Ray is down. We can hold them for a while, but they can keep us pinned down here for as long as they like," he explained. "The way you say it makes us sound...

After 6 years I was about to leave active duty and had a 2 year commitment left, just in case Uncle Sam decided my skills as a living breathing target were ever needed. By that point I was crossing my fingers and crossing my eyes hoping that my flesh and blood was no longer of interest to anyone in the military. Don't get me wrong, it was a learning experience, just not one I cared to improve on. Anyway there I was 23 years old with some college credits but no work record to speak of. Putting on your resume that you were a good shot and could mostly avoid IEDs and ambushes doesn't translate...