In 1993 - or thereabouts - I had a dream (or more of a nightmare) of a dark ruined city, wet cobblestones, and a figure in black lurking in the shadows.
Hey. I thought. That might make a good story. So I started writing it.
Didn't continue though. Life got in the way.
Many years later - too many - I had another crack at it. This is the result. I hope you like it.
Being a Federation Hunter is difficult enough. Having to cross a dead city inhabited by crazed survivors of a plague doesn't make things easier. Add a few escaped convicts, two vials of deadly spores, and High Councillor Stanger into the mix, and the Hunter's mission just became harder.