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take out a city. He had had them recovered from American nuclear submarines that
had gone down in the oceans, using one of his subsidiary salvage companies. Such
was the bureaucracy of the Pentagon that the twelve weren't even reported as
missing. Located in Puget Sound, he could reach anywhere in the United States
with the missiles. He had a similar compound, staffed with Russian warheads from
their lost submarines, and Russian rockets from their disarming, located just
south of Kiev, with the same capability for all of Russia and Europe. He could
launch those from here.
Vampyr ran a hand along one of the tactical nuclear warhead's metal housing,
almost the caress of a lover.
In the middle of the room, however, was the centerpiece of his arsenal. A
triple-enclosed biohazard container. Inside were three different viruses. One
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by the Russians, one American, and one Japanese. Because of their lethality,
each had scared their creators so much that immediate orders had been issued for
their destruction. By the time the orders were implemented, Vampyr's far-flung
organization had already gathered samples of each. The container was truly
Pandora's box. If opened, it would spread three distinct viruses, each 99.9
percent lethal and highly contagious. One such virus might be contained. There
was the remote possibility two could be. But three? The world would be dead
within two months.
Money was power, and Vampyr had plenty of that. But this was power also, in a
much different form. The most important power, though, was the ability to be
ruthless, to be able to make the hard decisions. To be able to use these weapons
if necessary. And that was something Vampyr had more of than any creature that
had ever walked the face of the planet.
Vampyr had been made during the time of the Airlia Gods. He had lived through
the rule of the Shadows, and the time when men thought they ruled but were
actually still being manipulated by the minions of the Airlia. He had fought in
many wars with many different weapons.
The humans now thought it was truly their time, given that they had defeated
the Airlia. They were wrong. It was his time.
"It is time for the Fourth Age," Vampyr whispered to himself "The Age of the
Undead."

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CHAPTER I

EGYPT: 8000 B.C.

Before the third age of Egypt which was the rule of the Pharaohs, there was the