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Vengeance Strike by David
L. Robbins.
PROLOGUE
He had the craving again.

A full moon hung over the bustling city of Los Angeles. Many of the
towering skyscrapers glinted in the pale moonlight, man-made monoliths
rearing like mountains over the concrete valleys far below. A stiff, salty
breeze off Santa Monica Bay stirred the otherwise sluggish air.

His heightened senses registered the sights, sounds, and scents of the
night more acutely than those of any human. A quickening of his pulse
signified his body was primed, his glands ready to release the chemicals.
He came to an alley and paused to look both ways.

There were few pedestrians on the side street, and none were paying
the slightest attention to him. Why should they? To them he appeared
perfectly normal. How were they to know the truth?

Grinning in anticipation, he entered the alley and went into the deepest
shadows. His body tingled, on the verge. But for a bit he hesitated,
knowing he would be violating orders. Damn them all to hell anyway! How
dare they make such an impossible stipulation?

The thought brought a fleeting moment of concern. He knew damn well
how they dared do it. In the century since the Great War, or World War
Three as the ignorant survivors in America referred to Armageddon, no
one had ever successfully defied them. They were who they were and they
did as they pleased, and paltry mortals, hybrids, mutants, and his kind
had better obey them or else.
 Well, this time they had gone too far.

This time they had miscalculated.

The drugs were only marginally effective. They inhibited the craving,
but not indefinitely, and he had been in the Free State of California for
slightly over a year. Now it was early November! No wonder he couldn't
fight the irresistible urge any longer.

He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and mentally kicked his
glands into high gear, feeling the rush of potent chemicals surge through
his veins. Caught in the grip of sheer ecstasy, he trembled in delight and