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all his life
had he witnessed anything so brutally horrific.
    “CALM DOWN NICK,” shouted Colonel Mann, “remember what we’ve
told you! This isn’t the Ash you know, it’s a werewolf, an intelligent creature
fighting for its own survival.”
    “Colonel,” Jeanette Descard interrupted, “he’s hazing again,
look…LOOK!” CEATA’s Senior Command team all gazed in amazement at the
satellite-transmitted images in front of them. “He’s in control,” whispered the
Colonel, looking quickly at Commander Hertschell, “Maurice…he’s in control!”
    CEATA’s Commander in Chief nodded his head in acceptance of
the Colonel’s observation. “Send the retrieval team in,” he said quietly.
     
    The whimpering, pathetic, fear-filled youngster lay
motionless, curled up on the blood-drenched ground. “Please Lord, I don’t want
to die, please…” he whispered, then he screamed, “PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!”
    “You’re not going to die!” The voice was deep and powerful,
a man’s voice. The young lad opened his tear stained eyes. There, in front of
him, stood a naked man with blood red eyes, his body, gore soaked. The lad
rolled over and vomited. “What are you?” he whimpered, shaking uncontrollably.
    “Never mind what I am,” replied the naked man, “you’re
coming with me.” The boy is terrified out of his wits thought Piper, but he’ll
come out of it back at SHAPE Headquarters, where we can question him. Slowly,
deliberately, Piper looked around the forest and at the carnage he had caused.
     
    Within twenty minutes the retrieval team arrived in the
shape of a Belgian Air Force Sea King Helicopter. “Tango One Zero, we have
contact! Initiating retrieval, over.” As the branches from the nearby trees
swayed from the down draught of the rotors, the pilot of the Sea King glanced
back at his colleague, the winch man. He gave a thumb’s up sign then thought
back to the Level One Security briefing they had both received before the
mission. The contact may possibly be naked at the time of retrieval, they had
been told. Do not ask questions; don’t say anything!
    “This is Tango One Zero,” the pilot continued his report,
“be advised, we have two for retrieval. I repeat, two for retrieval, do you
copy, over?”
    “Affirmative Tango One Zero, see you back at base, over and
out!”
    And at the same time, in the CEATA Communications Room, a
young Canadian by the name of Nick Lucas pulled off his thick-rimmed glasses
and wiped a tear from his right eye. “Thanks Ash,” he whispered, “thanks.”

2
     
    CHAOS THEORY
     
    In a fit of seething rage, Otto Von Kurst slammed his fist
on the desk of the New Totenkopf’s Operations Centre, the look on his face like
thunder. “All dead,” he asked, “all, except one?”
    “Yes, my Fuhrer,” Claude Bescann’s heart was racing. He had
seen the look in his leader’s eyes before. It was a look of sheer, venomous
hatred! Slowly, still enveloped in anger, Von Kurst sat back in his leather
swivel chair, his thoughts racing as he gazed at two grenadiers monitoring
various news channels. “I presume the authorities have him, he was the
youngest, only eighteen,” Bescann continued, his voice shaky.
    “SHIT!” Again Von Kurst’s fist slammed onto his desk, “your
men are supposed to be disciplined Bescann, well trained, so why did the idiots
not follow your orders?”
    “I am not sure,” Bescann bowed his head, “my Fuhrer.”
    “This pathetic attempt at playing soldiers has cost us dear.
How much did the captured security guard know of our operations?”
    “Very little! After taking the Blood Oath he was trained at
The Farmhouse by Falck and Kempler. As always, he had no contact with myself,
the training was basic. He was then put on guard duty at the warehouse
facility.”
    “And his knowledge of the shipments?”
    “None, he had no knowledge of the crates’ contents.”
    “Well, at least that’s something, but the fact of this
matter is an