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  1. Welcome
  2. Dedication
  3. To the reader
  4. BOOK ONE
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  28. BOOK TWO
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  56. BOOK THREE
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  86. EPILOGUE
  87. Books by James Patterson
  88. Cover Page

The camera cut to a woman standing in front of the Eiffel Tower, her khaki trenchcoat flapping in the wind. “Greetings, Sheila,” she said with a French accent. “This is Sofia Tabernilla reporting from Paris, where the so-called Doomsday Group has been very active today.”

Behind her, Fang saw smiling people chatting with passersby and handing out leaflets.

“Sofia?” Sheila asked, pressing her fingers to her earpiece. “Can you tell us what the group is distributing?”

Sofia frowned. “Flyers. Notices.” Sofia held one up and read from it: “This is the group’s slogan, printed here in English, French, German, and Dutch. It says, ‘The Earth or Us.’

“I’m here with one of the key organizers of the Doomsday Group rally, though the group professes to have no leader. Beth, can you tell us more about your group’s message and your goals as an organization?” Sofia held the microphone out to an older-looking teenage girl.

“Our goal is to bring everyone to the One Light.” She had one of the sweetest voices Fang had ever heard, but her eyes were what drew him in. “It’s an invitation for change. We plan to take control for the betterment of the earth.”

“Take control?” Sofia Tabernilla asked, but she was smiling serenely at her. Beth nodded, smiling back.

“Think of it as an earth cleanse. It will be beautiful. Follow us. Follow us and be free.” She looked directly into the camera, and Fang was mesmerized. The group would save him. Beth would save him. She would help him forget all the harsh—

Star clicked the remote, and the theme song for Project Runway made Fang jump.

His head was buzzing. He felt happy and calm. He felt like everything was going to be beautiful. He shook his head.

Something was seriously wrong.

A group that had sprung up out of nowhere and already had international coverage? Talking about cleansing the earth and taking control? The Doomsday Group set off every antennae of alarm Fang had.

A quick online search for the Doomsday Group revealed surprisingly little, as if it had sprung up suddenly, fully formed. There was no mention of it at all two months earlier, but clearly its members already numbered in the thousands.

Fang sat back. He had his mission.

Someone had to figure out what the Doomsday Group was up to and just how bad it was. It was time for Fang to step up and be a leader, the way Max always had.

A familiar ache filled his heart, and he promptly squelched it. No time for that now. He had too much to do. She wasn’t the only one with a mission to save the world.

Now it was just a question of who would save it first.

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