Epilogue
C olonel Maximillian compared the genetic codes for the various anthrax samples taken from the village, the dead man who’d handed Grace the grenade, and the grenades the two other men were about to fire into the base before Sharp killed them.
An exact match.
The original strain was a common one found in nature, but it had been taken and its deadly properties magnified until it barely resembled its parent.
Thank God, massive doses of Cipro combined with other antibiotics were able to combat it. If that hadn’t worked, Grace and Sharp would be dead. As it was, more doses of the antibiotic cocktail were being stockpiled in military bases all over the Middle East, Asia, and Africa.
The threat of an anthrax attack still existed, but the American military and its allies were prepared now.
Akbar wanted more than preparedness. He wanted fear, panic, and despair. Something told Max the other man wasn’t going to stop until he got it.