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Prologue
They were created, not born They were trained, not raised They weren't h, to play or to love They were ed in the fires of hell
Jonas Wyatt stared at the files in front of him, the reports of the Breeds and theirunlike anything most humans could know or understand One that ainst them now
They were Breeds Genetic alterations that had sorace of God, or whatever deity existed They had survived, not just the genetic alterations, but also the cruelties their creators had heaped upon them for decades
The Genetics Council
He ran his fingers over his short, hly as the tattoo on his scalp tingled beneath the short spikes of his hair F2-07 His lab designation and birth ranking that the Genetics Council had assigned to him
The Genetics Council had been created nearly a century ago, a group of the greatest scientific, biological, physiological and genetic experts in the world at that time They had funded the first Lab, started the first experiments Monsters with no conscience, no remorse and no compassion
He grimaced as he pushed himself from his chair and stalked to theon the other side of his office There, he stared out onto the perfect, precise lawn of the federal building the Bureau of Breed Affairs was located in
He pushed his hands into the pockets of his slacks, staring at the iht, his shoulders thrown back, the silk gray slacks and white dress shirt hung comfortably on his broad fraood day, he didn't feel out of place
Today wasn't a good day
Below, traffic eased along the street next to the perfectly ht iron fence Carefully tended trees dotted the
lawn, small white cement benches sat in the lazy shade they cast Su waves of heat to pour from the sidewalks and streets beyond
The capital was as brisk as ever, the politicalso effectively in the past months no thicker than it ever had been But he could feel it pulling at hi at his loyalties, re reminded of those
He was a Breed himself Two hundred and fifty pounds, six feet, six inches of solid Lion Breed muscle and honed instincts He had been created to kill, not to negotiate But he had learned early in life the fine art of politics, ofwithin the truth He had learned it so well that he had taken to this position with an ease alht to escape? Aas a man?
Perhaps he was