Chimera: A Jim Chapel Mission (Jim Chapel Missions)
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Afghanistan veteran Jim Chapel has been enlisted in a new war, this time in his own backyard . . .
A band of fugitives has escaped from a secret military facility. Each has a target—an innocent civilian—and they will not stop until that target has been eliminated. Wounded Special Forces veteran Jim Chapel has been stuck behind a desk, but now medical technology has finally caught up with Chapel's ambitions, and combined with his unstoppable determination he'll get back to where he thrives: in the thick of the action.
Chapel must hunt down the escapees—all extremely deadly, genetically modified killers—and unravel the mystery behind their existence. Aided by a mysterious woman named Angel and a courageous, beautiful veterinarian, Chapel begins a cross-country hunt to stop the murders. But are the killers really rogues, or are they part of a sinister conspiracy that reaches to the highest levels?
very good at that sort of thing. Two of them were picked up en route and . . . neutralized. The remaining four were followed by satellite reconnaissance as far as a train station in Rhinecliff, New York, where we picked them up on a closed-circuit camera.” He pressed another button and the television screen flickered to life, showing grainy black-and-white footage of a train platform. Chapel leaned forward to get a better look. Four men were on the
heart skip a beat. Then he saw the look on Hollingshead’s face—and the identical expression on Banks’s features. “Why is nobody agreeing with me?” Chapel asked. “I mentioned the detainees were violent,” Hollingshead said. “I was understating the case, honestly. They’re . . .” He glanced at Banks and then at Laughing Boy, who was still standing by the door. “Mentally deranged is the nicest term I can think of. I can assure you, the chances of them breaking
him. Chapel grabbed her arm. “Dr. Taggart. You and your wife, and Ellie Pechowski, all had constant contact with the chimeras at Camp Putnam. How is it you were able to avoid becoming infected? Is there a vaccine against the virus?” “Not exactly a vaccine,” Taggart said. “Then—what? A cure? A treatment?” “You could call it that. I had a vasectomy and Helen had her tubes tied. Ellie was already in menopause when she came to work at the camp.” A chill ran down Chapel’s spine. So
He didn’t waste any more time. He brought his carbine up and started firing in tight, controlled three-shot bursts. Just like he’d been trained. Charles had spent enough time on the firing range—and in real life, live fire operations—to know how to shoot, and how to hit what he aimed at. Human targets, though, couldn’t move as fast as the thing in front of him. It got one foot up on the armrest of a train seat, then the other was on the headrest. Charles
back her cup in one gulp and began. CHICAGO, ILLINOIS: APRIL 13, T+40:12 “It was 1990 when they first approached me. A captain of the navy whose name I don’t remember—I never saw him again—came to my school on Roosevelt Island in New York. He asked if I had any experience administering intelligence tests, specifically culture-neutral IQ tests. I explained that I had been doing just such a thing for more than ten years. I asked why he wanted to know, but