Prologue
Everyone has had to face some sort of dilemma in their life. They come big, they come small, and they all have one important thing in common, one vital characteristic that makes them what they are: they are all a pain in the butt. The difficultly in solving those dilemmas, however, comes when you no longer know if you are right, if you can make it, indeed, if you are still sane. Luckily, not many have to face this problem. But what happens to those who do?
In Maverick Hunter Headquarters, there were some that knew that they were right, that they could make it, and of course that they were still sane. Some were not certain. In the case of one small group of trainees, they were in the first group. How long they could stay there was something none of them knew.
But for the time being, that was meaningless. The Hunters were all that mattered. For while a serious maverick threat in the form of new generals did not exist, there had been a marked increase in recent maverick attacks. Even so, no one really noticed, really cared. They were happy. They could solve their problems, take care of the minor interferences with the mavericks. Everything was peaceful, more so than it had been for a long time. Though the Maverick Hunters didn't know it, that was about to change.
The Maverick Hunters didn't know that the Mavericks were growing stronger with each passing day. They didn't know how they had reorganized, began anew their process that catered to the needs of the virus within them. More than that, they didn't know of some new developments within the Mavericks, making them a worse threat than ever before . . .
The Maverick Hunters slept. But they were about to get a rude awakening.